Thrash Zone

2012-01-07T16:52:00.000+08:00

I'm gonna make you pay
take it out on your face
because you're a worthless slut
another cunt to punch and fuck
part your legs whore as my fist splits your lip
gonna verbally assault you, you worthless piece of shit
those tears you weep
but on my cock you will choke
as I wrap my hands around your neck
then I cum down your fuckin' throat

Emotional Punching Bag- Whore

possible shaped backpatches for my black metal jacket

2011-12-27T21:44:00.001+08:00

Barathrum (high contender, due to legions of perkele)
Katharsis
Behexen (also high contender)
Horna
Beherit (Nt rly, because they seem more ritualistic than aggressive)
Goatpenis (nt rly, because they dont seem "intelligent" enough)
Bestial Mockery (same, though i love them)
Belphegor
Havohej
Watain (nt sure, getting commercial)
Root (Nt sure, nt rly aggressive enough. though philosophically very appropriate.)
Manticore
Teitanblood
Diocletian

That's all i can think of now.

Before my eyes I now see, the ones
Who will give the powers of darkness, to those
Who feel, the night
In hate filled chants of blasphemy, the gods
Shall return to the earth by bloodshed
And force, unknown

In Bloodshed Rejoice- Manticore

2011-12-20T00:04:00.001+08:00

How does it feel like to know that you'll spend the rest of your life in pain?
The rest of your life is about a minute... and a half.

"Machine Gun" Joe Viterbo- Death Race 2000

Overall theme for my black metal jacket

2011-12-18T23:06:00.002+08:00

Overall theme- Finnish black metal, or any black metal band that is able to express the mood for supremacy in an intelligent manner. This does not mean racial supremacy or religious supremacy, though bands expressing antireligious ideals are definitely not disqualified. Some war metal bands are allowed too. No DSBM though... However much I love it. Doesnt fit.

Backpatch- Impaled Nazarene- Suomi Finland Perkele

Patches I own that I may consider putting on-

Beherit- Logo (red)
Impiety- Goatfather (Gold)
Desaster- Logo (White)
Impaled Nazarene- Manifest
Poison (GER)- Logo (white)
Morbid- Logo Shaped patch (white)
Nargaroth- Black Metal is Krieg
Blasphemy- Logo (red)
Watain- Lawless Darkness
Unleashed- Hammer Battalion Unleashed
Marduk- Östergötland
Darkthrone- Transilvanian Hunger
Gorgoroth- Antichrist
Dissection- Rebirth Of Dissection
Burzum- S/T

Am planning to get a Nifelheim shaped patch as well to match my Morbid one. Thinking of putting the on the cuffs. This will be a long sleeved jacket. Am not sure about the impaled nazarene patch because it looks quite modern. Am not sure about the Unleashed either, because though philosophically i feel they fit the theme of "intelligent" music they play pure swedish DM. The patch looks awesome though.

Am looking for shaped patches. Maybe Barathrum? Idk...

See them gathered on the plains now
See an army strong and vast
As long as one of us remains here
None of them will ever pass

Here they come so raise the shields high
Like wolves they show their teeth
None of us will ever yield now
To the scavengers beneath

We're outnumbered ten to one here
Still, I love the odds
We will sacrifice them one by one
Send them off to the gods

Soon we will be gone
A free will sacrifice
As free men we are born
And free we shall die

Here they come ten thousand strong
Charging up the hill
This day will be both hard and long
They move in for the kill

Hold the line don't let it break
Use your sword and spear
A glory death, for all awaits
All who knows no fear

Hordes of men they hit the shields
Like waves they break away
We face our woven destiny
And we don't fear the grave

Soon we will be gone
A free will sacrifice
As free men we are born
And free we shall die

Free Will Sacrifice- Amon Amarth

2011-12-10T20:46:00.002+08:00

In honour of this coming Christmas season...

Jingle bells, Facebook smells
Myspace went away.
Twitter can go suck my balls,
9gag all the way!

Haunted by my conscious
Living my life in hell
Didn't hesitate
When I moved in for the kill

Screams echoed in the distance
And I cannot ignore
Smiling at the memories
When I slaughtered the whore

Skin her alive

Time has come to confess
I did it for the thrill
I had never dreamt of
That it would be so nice to kill

Blood colours my thoughts
Slipping out of time
Murder is my crime
Skin her alive

Skin Her Alive- Dismember

My soft spot for beatdown hardcore.

2011-11-25T19:14:00.001+08:00

I have a small soft spot for beatdown hardcore. Stereotypical "angry wigger" music like Hatebreed or Skarhead. It's very motivational to me especially when I exercise. My ringtone now is Icepick actually. Awesome song. The epitome of fight music.

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
I've got to take my life back
One chance to make it right
I've gotta have my voice be heard
And bring meaning to this life

I will be heard- Hatebreed

Non Serviam.

2011-11-15T15:54:00.003+08:00

I've just read an essay in the newspapers written by a Hwa Chong Institution student, that won a gold award at the 2011 Commonwealth Essay competition. The essay is titled "Green Men" and is about conscription It's in the Straits Times, published October 22nd. I would like to present a more fair and balanced viewpoint on conscription.

They say National Service is a "rite of passage". That NS will "make you a man". And how "defending your country is something noble and honourable". Well I personally don't believe in the concept of "becoming a man" in the context of a society that claims freedom and equal rights for all. I feel this hypocritical traditional gender role in a supposed modern society just shows how there is no real concept of true equality.

Another thing is how outmoded the concept of a country is. The concept of the world organised along arbitrary political boundaries is barely a hundred years old. Yet it already has been rendered obsolete by globalisation. To put it simply there isn't much of a national identity in a nation crawling with immigrants and run like a company.

Which brings me again to the idea of "defending your country". Truthfully, I don't identify much with a national identity, nor even to a racial identity. Not even an alien one. I guess I seldom engage in popular culture and hence have less in common with the majority, alienating myself from any manufactured identity. Of course, I may identify myself with aspects of cultures. But I don't think I could feel at home pigeonholed within any one specific culture.

I don't deny that after 12 years (for the author, I went for 13 years) of education, the idea of adapting to something "totally different" was quite intimidating. Personally my biggest fear was having to follow orders constantly. I generally have problems following instructions strictly, especially if I am able to see a better solution to the problem at hand or if I do not understand the underlying rationale.

The author apparently thinks "perhaps the only thing tougher (than conscription) is fatherhood". Not being a father I obviously do not really understand the trials and tribulations associated with fatherhood. But then again neither is the author, I believe. But I am very sure there are things harder than fatherhood or conscription. Being a refugee, for one. Or having to wake up each day wondering if you can feed yourself that day. Or not knowing if you will wake when you go to sleep.

Yes, the author is right when he says it's the strict commanders, the smell of mud and the camaraderie which resonate in your mind in later years. But I don't feel it the same way he does. All these do are stir up the acrid bile within me. It would be uncommon to find a former conscript who would not declare some form of hate for a "strict commander". Officers not withstanding, of course. The smell of mud (and unfortunately sometimes the taste of combat rations) never fails to bring out a pavlovian response of despair among former conscripts. I have to admit, the camaraderie is interesting. In a way. In the way that people seek to discuss survival techniques among a pack of wolves.

Yes, this euphemistically named "National Service" must exist for a reason. Perhaps to ingrain a sense of national pride? Must have failed on me then. A quick aside, most of those who I have seen push the idea of conscripts being "defenders of the nation" and conscription being a chance to "exercise your national pride" are women who are not conscripted. As the author points out, Singapore does not have many people nor talents. So the biggest question must be why pull people out of that limited pool for 2 years of their prime economic capabilities? To defend a nation of outsiders?

I remember frequently being asked when I was a conscript if I would take up arms to defend my family. I probably will. But that does not mean I will serve in the army during a war. Firstly, it depends very much on the nature of the war. What if I do not agree with the rationale behind the war? I would not serve. If it were an aggressive war I would also most likely not serve. I guess the easiest answer would be that I would take up arms to defend my friends and family. But not a random stranger who happens to be in the same island as me just because we were born in the same country.

In the previous generations parents worried as there were rumours about conscripts being abused and of poor safety. Now the only difference is that the rumours are not disseminated. Not that it does not happen though. Often conditions are less than ideal. They are not "bad", per se. There are many rules designed to enforce safety. It just happens that they are usually not enforced. This is especially so as conscripts have little or no knowledge of the legal framework. Hence the onus is on commanders to enforce rules that, if enforced, would inconvenience their own jobs.

And yes, the food is horrid. The author tries to temper this with the delusion that the food is nutritious. I would agree that the food is edible. But nutritious? No way. For starters the food is disproportionately high in carbohydrates. As well as being low in calcium and protein. As well as being made from stale ingredients. I could go on about this ad nauseum.

I still don't understand the emphasis the author puts on missing home cooked food. Don't hope to. Food cooked in my home is nothing to shout about.

The author also chose to look at the uniform crew cuts as a "test of bravery" in "ditching vanity". I still view it as depersonification and if done to anyone else but a conscript would be a human rights violation. I went through it but that does not make it any more right. Given a choice I wold still have done it as it was only practical and I recognise that. However as a systematic enforced practice it was extremely dehumanizing and, I feel, traumatic.

Besides, I don't understand how having no hair makes people any braver. Chuck Norris has hair.

I remember receiving letters in field camp. I know it was nice. But I still feel the way they did that was extremely manipulative. Apparently it is systematic practice for officers to give their platoon a "speech" on how "National Service" helps defend your family. Most people felt sad when they got their letters. All I felt was rage. Rage at being kept away from my family and from my own life.

For me it's all over. But I still feel that it conflicts with my morals. I feel that though it may be an organised systematic practice conscription is tantamount to a form of slavery. I only hope one day my children will not have to go through such experiences.

Nothing but power and fury within me
When I unleash there is no pity
When the pitbull strikes
There's no mercy for the enemy
Strike you down
ONWARD TO VICTORY

Onward To Victory- Icepick

2011-10-28T17:34:00.002+08:00

can't wait to next go to hell's labyrinth.
am planning to make a black metal vest.
bands like...
archgoat
revenge
conqueror
absu
sabbat (jpn)
desaster

i'll see what i can get.

Out For War, Death I Implore
Out For Kill, The Blood Will Spill
Out For Sin, This Fight I'll Win
Out For Hell, Eternity I Will Dwell

Relentless, We'll Hunt You Down
Chaos, Destroying All Grounds
Bloodshed, To The Fuckin Core
Dominate, Our Victory Unfolds

BLOOD AND VALOR
BLOOD AND VALOR

Unstoppable, We'll Crush Your Vows
Invincible, We're The Gods Now
Bludgeoned, Fools Lie Dead
Hell Awakened, Your Funeral Now Calls

For As Long As The Wind Blows
It Will Howl My Hate
Fists Full of Blood
Painful Death Your Fucking Fate

Hellborn, Delivering My Wrath
My Love Is Lust, But My Pleasure Is Death
Until My Hands, Drip Your Blood
I Shall Kill, And Kill Forevermore

BLOOD AND VALOR
BLOOD AND FUCKING VALOR ! ! !

Blood & Valour- Bestial Warlust

2011-10-17T11:03:00.000+08:00

When i'm back we'll get drunk and sing this together like we used to.

2011-07-30T17:31:00.001+08:00

When the union's inspiration through the workers' blood shall run,
There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun;
Yet what force on earth is weaker than the feeble strength of one,
But the union makes us strong.

Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
For the union makes us strong.

Is there aught we hold in common with the greedy parasite,
Who would lash us into serfdom and would crush us with his might?
Is there anything left to us but to organize and fight?
For the union makes us strong.

Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
For the union makes us strong.

It is we who plowed the prairies; built the cities where they trade;
Dug the mines and built the workshops, endless miles of railroad laid;
Now we stand outcast and starving midst the wonders we have made;
But the union makes us strong.

Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
For the union makes us strong.

All the world that's owned by idle drones is ours and ours alone.
We have laid the wide foundations; built it skyward stone by stone.
It is ours, not to slave in, but to master and to own.
While the union makes us strong.

Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
For the union makes us strong.

They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn,
But without our brain and muscle not a single wheel can turn.
We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn
That the union makes us strong.

Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
For the union makes us strong.

In our hands is placed a power greater than their hoarded gold,
Greater than the might of armies, magnified a thousand-fold.
We can bring to birth a new world from the ashes of the old
For the union makes us strong.

Solidarity Forever- Traditional

i have never met a christian worth talking to for an extended period of time.

2011-07-29T13:15:00.002+08:00

i have never met a christian worth talking to for an extended period of time.
i seldom meet people worth talking to for an extended period of time.
if i do talk to people it means i find them interesting.
it means they're more interesting to listen to than bestial mockery.
or whatever i'm currently listening to.

anyway i find the majority of the modern world bland, uninspired, repetitive and not worthy of human life.

the majority of humanity is engaged in superficial materialistic concerns.
they do not have ideals or opinions.
i feel they are degrading as a culture and deserve to be exterminated.
as descartes said,
"i think, therefore i am"
people who do not think ultimately do not exist for my intents and purposes.

and ever noticed that people born after 1989 tend to have less respect?
they don't respect other people's property.
they don't have much care or consideration for others.
just something i noticed.

and for the "incident" in norway?
that guys an idiot. he declared a war on muslim immigrants.
yet his victims were mostly white people.
dumbass.
if you wanna do something, do it right.
if he wanted to kill muslims he should have bombed a mosque. logical, innit?
and if he wanted to kill politicians enabling immigration, why did he kill useless members of the youth wing?
they play no part in policy making.
he should have just killed 1 major politician involved in decision making.
his actions are ultimately USELESS.

Barbaric fuck
Necroslut
Open thy cunt
Necroslut

Necroslut- Bestial Mockery

The Sound Of Silence.

2011-06-26T18:52:00.002+08:00

This is THE song I would commit suicide to.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

The sound of silence- Simon & Garfunkel

Alone.

2011-06-11T15:31:00.002+08:00

One day I'll die alone.
unwanted.
Hopefully I'll die alone in my sofa.
listening to transilvanian hunger.
over and over again.
while being real crabby.
and complaining on how everyone nowadays is shit.

i dont really know if i want to be alone or not.
i want to be alone because everyone sucks and there's nothing interesting anyway.
and i dont wanna be alone because there isn't anything interesting about me either.

Transilvanian Hunger
the Mountains are Cold
Cold
Cold
Soul
Cold

Your hands are cruel
careful ... pale ...
To Haunt, to Haunt
forever at Night

Take me in your daylight slumber
can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally

To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
ohh, Hate Living ... The only heat is warm blood

So Pure ... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger

Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment

To be the Ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and Fright
the Dearest Katharsis

Beautiful Evil Self
to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is Delightfully immortal

Feel the Call Freeze you with the Uppermost Desire
Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is Cold

So Pure ... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger

Transilvanian Hunger- Darkthrone

DOOOM!!!

2011-05-29T00:24:00.002+08:00

Psalm 9- Trouble
http://www.mediafire.com/?mmqm1mymctb
Classic doom metal in the vein of Candlemass, but less "epic".

NOLA- Down
http://www.mediafire.com/?bjnjghmnn2t
Sludge metal supergroup. vocals are less harsh than most sludge metal bands, so i find it more accessible.
its almost sludge metal's equivalent of pop. LISTEN TO STONE THE CROW!

Like Gods Of The Sun- My Dying Bride
http://www.mediafire.com/?bn2ymqt3gjy
This band is one of the"peaceville 3", off the influential doom metal labels peaceville records.
this is their middle period, and doesn't have any death metal vox. the band started out as a hybrid death/doom metal band. this album feels really gothic though, so i dunno if you'll like it.
Listen to for my fallen angel, i love(d?) that song.

Through the Devil's doorway (EP)- Orchid
http://www.mediafire.com/?2hy5d5zm4bdkno3
I don't know if i've sent you this. i may have. this is EXACTLY like master of reality.

Capricorn- Orchid
http://www.mediafire.com/?e1lpqzef4slet8d
...and this is the debut full length. i haven't listened to it, but if its like the EP it'll be awesome.

Sin the last diversion.
My fate will be untouched.
dismissed now, the anger of a fool.

As I Die- Paradise Lost

2011-05-11T00:04:00.002+08:00

in the second half of today i walked 6666 steps.
that's metal as fuck.

Now riding free our land has shifted the tide,
Before all war we stand forever the force shall subside,
Break like the wind and sail the waves full of pride,
Our breath shall never settle,
For we are made of heavy metal!

Rotten Roll Revolution- Goat Horn

KIDS!

2011-05-08T14:52:00.002+08:00

Unlike most guys (or people, actually) my age I actually want to have kids.
Not NOW, obviously.
In the future.
it isn't a MUST, but i'd like to given the chance.
Maybe I'm subconsciously trying to make up for my dad.
Be a better dad than he was or something, if that makes sense.

Unlikely to happen though.
Don't do well with stress.
Still I'd like to try.

My kids wouldn't have stupid names like Nevaeh.
Its fucking ridiculous.
My kids wouldn't have common names either.
I don't want my kids to be common people.
I want them to be special.
(In a good way)

My kids will have obscure european names.
And probably middle names too.

Maybe something like...
Arcturus Victoire Lee?
(and I'd punch anyone who calls my kid victor. I know it MEANS victor, but its not pronounced that way.)
Nikolai Celestine Lee

idk.
I REALLY like names like that though.
So if I have kids they will have names like that.

I have seen the wrath of the land,
as I wandered like a wolf among the sheep.
I was a part of the wrath of the lamb,
so I am a part of the wolf.
Oh I am the wolf, oh I am the lamb,
so I am Satan and I'm God.
Call me now judas or call me insane,
I am what I am, I'm just a man.

Amarok- Zorn Des Lammes III- Nargaroth

2011-05-02T21:02:00.000+08:00

Hail Satan, ruler of the world
my love for you is quite unshakeable
my faith in you is unchangeable
I want to have a turned cross on my grave
Your picture is branded in my heart
in my heart that is yours forever
when you visit me at night sometime
Pentagram will glare like fireflies
In the name of yours I curse cathedrals and churches
Lucifer himself took my soul
I burn the bible and all similar trash
and devote my body to you
I see I'm yours, a property of your sons
and I look forward to your Paradise of Fire
Only by faith in you I'll make up for my blame
Then I'll go on to the verge of an Abyss

When hearing Black Masses, I am always proud
You've taken me as your apprentice
What no science can manage today
you have known for a very long, long time
When I put my hands to the centre of Pentagram
and my soul begins to tramble
Then you will see I'll never disappoint You
That I will love You - FOREVER !

Song For Satan- BigBoss

2011-04-30T18:35:00.001+08:00

She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands into the sun she stares
She feels it die, I heard her cry

Scream Of The Butterfly- Acid Bath

2011-04-29T13:25:00.002+08:00

ehh. i just thought of something.

if a recruit asking his maid to carry his field pack for him makes him a "chau gu niang"
then how about when a regular officer asks his conscripted private to sweep his office for him?
or to run to the other end of the camp to lets say... photocopy stuff?

Indonesian maid pay= $450
Private pay (noncombat)= $440

amusing, huh?

Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.

Walking Is Still Honest- Against Me!

2011-04-22T11:59:00.002+08:00

Scott Columbus is dead.

Many Hails. See you in valhalla.

To the battle, we ride - we crossed a starlit sky
No space - no time, we’ll catch the wind
Strange losses, men died - we crossed a starlit sky
And still no space and time - we’ll catch the wind

Battle Hymn- Manowar

2011-04-16T14:40:00.003+08:00

Hail Britannia. The world has not seen more glorious times since, or even before maybe, the much vaunted Pax Britannia. We need to return to those times, when democracy implied the rule of the best and most well intentioned minds rather than these disgraceful ages where the mob rules.

There's an east wind coming, Watson."

"I think not, Holmes. It is very warm."

"Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared."

Conversation Between Dr. Watson And Sherlock Holmes, right before WW1

2011-04-16T12:56:00.002+08:00

This is an example of the inane hilarity that goes on at AMF

We were discussing the political aspects of the french burqa ban controversy.

Chains around heaven
Lock you away
They keep me from you forever

Chains Around Heaven- Black 'N Blue

2011-04-09T11:53:00.002+08:00

(Original in Gaulic (not Gaelic), a historic language of the helvetii, ancestors of modern switzerland. Which is historically known as Helvetica. Much like how the island where Haiti is is also known as Hispaniola, but nobody says that anymore except me I guess.)

Catoues caletoi
Urit namantas anrimius
Ro- te isarnilin -urextont,
Au glannabi rhenus
Ad ardus alpon,
Tou‘ magisa matua
Tou‘ brigas iuerilonas

Budinas bardon
Clouos canenti
Anuanon anmaruon,
Cauaron colliton,
Adio- biuotutas -robirtont
Uolin cridili
Are rilotuten atrilas

A ulati, mon atron,
A brogi‘m cumbrogon!
Exs tou‘ uradiu uorrobirt
Cenetlon clouision
Cauaron caleton

A blatu blande bitos biuon!
A ‚m‘ atriia, a ‚ma helvetia!

Tou‘ mnas et genetas,
Tigernias, tecas,
Tou‘ uiroi uertamoi
In sose cantle cingeton
In- gutoues -beronti.
Cante cladibu in lame
Exsrextos canumi:

A ulati, mon atron,
A brogi‘m cumbrogon!
Exs tou‘ uradiu uorrobirt
Cenetlon clouision
Cauaron caleton

A blatu blande bitos biuon!
A ‚m‘ atriia, a ‚ma helvetia!

(translated to english this means-)

Grim battles
Against countless foes
Have steeled you
From the shores of the Rhine
To the top of the Alps,
Your fair meadows,
Your rank heathlands.

The choirs of bards
Sing the glory
Of the undying names
Of fallen heroes,
That gave their lives,
Their blood,
For the freedom of their fatherland.

Oh Sovereignty of my fathers,
Oh land of my countrymen!
From your root sprang
A glorious nation
Of dure heroes.

Oh dulcet blossom of the living world!
Oh my fatherland, oh my Helvetia!

Your woman and maids,
Noble and fair,
Your highest men,
To this bravesong,
They join in,
The sword in my hand,
Stand up and sing:

Oh Sovereignty of my fathers,
Oh land of my countrymen!
From your root sprang
A glorious nation
Of dure heroes.

Oh dulcet blossom of the living world!
Oh my fatherland, oh my Helvetia!

Slania's Song- Eluveitie

Japan deserves it?

2011-03-20T02:22:00.002+08:00

http://sg.news.yahoo.com/blogs/what-is-buzzing/saf-officer-flamed-remarks-japan-20110317-205358-600.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unit_731
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape_of_nanking
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_war_crimes

does Japan really deserve it?
maybe.
I won't say yes automatically,
but i definitely won't dispute violently if someone said so.

Besides, what the officer said was an opinion.
why should he be made to unsay what his heart tells him to say?

(i believe this is the first time i have been truly supportive of an officer)

Murder, hatred
Anger, Savage
Killings I have caused
more than can be counted
orgies of sadism
And sexual perversion
Virgin
Tied to my mattress
Legs spread wide
Ruptured bowel, yanked
From her insides
Devirginized with my knife
Internally bleeding
Vagina, secreting
her blood-wet pussy
I am eating
on her guts I am feeding
Mutilated with a machete
I fucked her dead body
The first and last
Your life's only romance
My knife's jammed in your ass
As you die you orgasm

Entrails Ripped From A Virgin's Cunt- Cannibal Corpse

On the new zodiac signs.

2011-02-11T16:40:00.002+08:00

If you think your zodiac sign has changed due to variations in the earth's alignment caused by the cumulative effect of the moon's gravitational pull over the years...

You obviously have no understanding of astrology beyond what you have read in the pages of shitty tabloid and popular mainstream magazines.

You see, your astrological sign is dependent upon the dominant constellation in the sky at the time of your birth, not at the present moment. Your constellation is akin to a "guardian angel" assigned to you at the time of your birth.

So this means your astrological readings will fall under your original astrological sign, BUT you probably need a better reading than one in a magazine in the newspaper. This is mainly because of the new astrological sign's influence on current events, be it benevolent or malevolent.

Astrological readings in magazines or newspapers were never accurate anyway, nor were they meant to be.

And besides, astrology requires much more than the date of your birth or the dominant constellation. To be truly accurate, you need to know the relative positions of the other stars AND planets in the sky. Counting pluto and charon, of course. So if you don't already know those, don't bother. Astrology is and never was meant to be 100% accurate anyway, so just take it as harmless entertainment.

Rise aviator - sun will follow.
Aperture on door the wave form school.
Sentient ground of the light shrine shining.
Aperture on door the lind-hymn stone.

Sentient ground of the light shrine shining.
Aperture of door the lind-hymn stone.
The orbits arms oscillate to freedom.
Params the shore of celestial sea.

At Giza- Om

Neinundneinzig Luftballons

2011-02-06T19:10:00.002+08:00

Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt

99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons

99 Düsenjäger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons

99 Kriegsminister -
Streichholz und Benzinkanister -
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen

99 Luftballons- Nena

You and I, and a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone

Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Some thing's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic lads, it's a red alert
There's something here from somewhere else

The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine Decision Street
Ninety-nine ministers meet
To worry, worry, super-scurry
Call the troops out in a hurry

This is what we've waiting for
This is it boys, this is war
The President is on the line
As ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine knights of the air
Riding super high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk

With orders to identify, to clarify and classify
Scrambling in the summer sky
As ninety-nine red balloons go by
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine dreams I have had
Every one a red balloon
Now it's all over and I'm standin' pretty
In this dust that was a city

If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go

99 Red Balloons- Nena

2011-02-06T02:40:00.002+08:00

i'm in the mood for non-english hip hop with a thuggish image, without singing about ostentatious materialism or the like.

nationalist (but not racial supremacist) themes are ok.
political discussion would be great.

any ideas?

2011-01-31T21:24:00.002+08:00

Kopi-O, 80¢.
Kopi, 90¢.
Chicken Rice, $3.80.

why isn't anyone doing anything?
even if the price rose by a dollar per kilo of coffee beans, do you have any idea how many cups of coffee can be made with a kilo of beans?
labour costs have stayed the same, while rentals have gone up?
where does the money go to?

In this upcoming election, vote.
let your voice be heard.
send a message out that you will not put up with this.

I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge.
Speakin' is hard when you got strings attached
So imma say it for you, 'cause I ain't got none o' that

Freedom of speech- Immortal Technique

Poetry About World War 1

2010-12-12T01:57:00.002+08:00

i wrote these.

Wooded hills of Ypres

tainted soil surrounds me
crimson blood cries forth
a generation wasted
amid the morasses

unknown

he spoke to me
bayonet wounds in his palms
crown of barbs on his head
crucified upon a door of oak
knowing only his painful cries

I wrote this while listening to the band Returning we hear the larks.

What it means to be fully human is to strive to live by ideas and ideals.
And not to measure your life by what you've attained in terms of your desires, but those small moments of integrity.
compassion.
rationality.
because in the end, the only way that we can measure the significance of our own lives is by valuing the lives of others.

fantasies have to be unrealistic.
because the moment, the second that you get what you seek, you don't, you can't want it anymore.

in order to exist, desire must have its objects perpetually absent.

it's not the "it" that you want, it's the fantasy of "it".
We are only truly happy when daydreaming about future happiness.
That is why we say the hunt is sweeter than the kill, or be careful what you wish for.
not because you'll get it.
because you're doomed not to want it once you do.

Living by your wants will never make you happy.

Slatherian- The Ocean

E-C-DUB!

2010-11-05T15:27:00.002+08:00

i've been watching old archive footage of ECW with sabu terry funk cactus jack and all i think i like how sabu looks with his keffiyeh so maybe i should get 1 like that.

and charles bronson is fucking cool, the actor as well as the prisoner.

also should i shave my head because this is awesome.

Fuck you, shut your fucking mouth. We didn't ask for your opinion. We're telling you the way it is so sit back and listen. Your position is irrelevant to this situation, it's black and white, you're wrong we're right, and you'd better come to that realization. Because it's murder plain and simple, no justification for the taking of a life without provocation. You'd be guilty of crimes in courts through out the nation; if your victim was human you could face execution. Laid down in stone there can be no other definition. Meat and dairy production is torturing, is killing, for no purpose for your ego for the taste their blood you're spilling. Belsen, Auchwitz, Dachau the similarity is frightening. A master race mentality of liberty for those with superiority. Your moral civilized society is built on brutality and cruelty. Where normality is insanity and sanity extreme ideology. Like the resistance to Nazi Germany, we don't obey laws of barbarity. So expect no fucking mercy if you're guilty you will pay. No chances to discuss it you're gonna fucking hang. Terrorists and hooligans? Just you fucking wait! If that's the image you create of us you ain't seen nothing yet. What did you think this was a college debate? This is war so stay the fuck out of the way we're coming through that door. And once we free those enslaved we'll even up the score. Guilty of murder you'll face the new law!

The Way it Is-Vegan Reich

i don't like niggers.

2010-11-05T12:40:00.002+08:00

i don't like niggers.
but the thing that sets me apart from any common racist is that i don't define the term according to racial lines.
nigger to me doesn't mean dark skinned person.
(though I aesthetically don't really like the look of dark skin.)

nigger to me is defined by culture behaviour.
a nigger to me is a lowlife that listens to hedonistic materialist music and who behaves and lives in a similar fashion.
a nigger is a piece of shit who doesn't use his brain and is proud of that fact. and who doesn't believe in improving his intellect.
Lil' Jon is a low down dirty nigger, and a very disgusting example at that.
Akon is a nigger fag who deserves to be shot.
Paul Wall's another nigger.
Barack Obama isn't a nigger, though he's black.
Desmond Tutu isn't a nigger either.

so fuck you if you're a nigger.
i'm gonna hunt you down and kill you.

Burning sensation inflicted.
Leaving the body lacerated and bruised.
Emotions transpired as rage, leaving multiple stab wounds.
Overcome by the malevolence, deprived of an end without pain.
Corpse lies in an alley with inflictions, to rest you pray.

Multiple Stab Wounds- Malevolent Creation

Another rant about the evils of facebook

2010-10-24T16:29:00.002+08:00

Facebook is monitored

it is well known and has been publicised that facebook is being monitored by various governmental agencies, ranging from local agencies to foreign agencies. this is disregarding the many advertising agencies and multi national corporations that track your social lives to decide which product or service their target market is most vulnerable to being pressured into buying. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU!

Facebook is a tool used to encourage conspicuous consumption.

posting of pictures on facebook encourages people to consciously or subconsciously compare their social capabilities or material possessions. this breeds a materialist culture where people aspire to own possessions so they can either project an image of affluence or attain a certain social ranking.

Facebook is censored

social media websites like facebook remove views they perceive as extremist, regardless of other factors.

firstly, this is in direct opposition the the concept of a "free market" for ideas. what if the parameters they draw for censorship gradually get smaller until one day everything was censored???

secondly, the concept of extremism is very subjective.
always remember, one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.
Terrorism is not definitive, it is always a matter of perspective.

besides, facebook presents a disgustingly integrated society full of falsehood and moral decadence where people supposedly all get along and do nothing but shop for clothes and get drunk and fuck, so fuck off and die. life is enough of a socialist cesspool as it is, where we have to get along with people and live alongside them no matter how valueless their lives are. one day this world will end in a nuclear holocaust and you will feel the radiation poisoning eat away at your marrow as you gnaw upon the carrion of your fellow man; their rotting flesh you masticate, a desperate pica for the charred flesh of the emaciated. from your hunger it emancipates so devour their bloodied cartilage. One day i will laugh as you choke upon the acrid vapours from the mushroom cloud that reduced your city of babylon to a bonfire. you will not outlive your disgusting humanity and i will make sure i see that you dance the spandau ballet. i will strip the flesh from your bones with my teeth and masturbate as you scream in pain; your final throes of death bringing me to my morbid orgasm. my heart will sing as your lungs gasp their final death rattle after i pierce them through while shouting over and over again FUCK OFF AND DIE!

If you think my castle
Is built on sand
Well bring on the tides
You can fuck off and die

If you think my patience
Is ocean vast
Or river deep
You can FUCK OFF AND DIE!

F.O.A.D- Darkthrone

2010-10-02T15:25:00.002+08:00

Remember this show?

this was when local tv was actually worth watching.

in the days where it was tcs (and before that, sbc.)
none of this newfangled mediacorp.

back when there was a station called tv12.

if anyone knows if mediacorp sells this as a box set or where i can get a copy of this in any form please tell me.

the signs have changed that today's design,
there's no denying these harder times.

but the ones that are dear, will be here through our fears,

making sorrow fade away showing the road to brighter days.

faces and places i can still recall,

loved ones and lost ones i miss them all,

and i know you'll be here,

through my growing up years,

facing the trials of lives endeavours, realizing the dreams we both can share, for all our days.

Theme Song- Growing Up

2010-08-14T02:45:00.003+08:00

The usual purpose of self-injury is not to attempt suicide,
but to relieve unbearable emotional pressure.

Alternatively, self-injury may be a means of feeling something,
even if the sensation is unpleasant.

Those who engage in self-harm face the contradicting reality of harming themselves
while at the same time feeling a relief from this act.

These acts to reduce tension and emotional distress and may lead to a feeling of calm.

As a coping mechanism, self-injury can become mentally addictive...

Suicidal Blakk Metal Ist Liebe!

When night falls
she cloaks the world
in impenetrable darkness.
A chill rises
from the soil
and contaminates the air
suddenly...
life has new meaning.

Dunkelheit- Burzum

2010-08-14T00:33:00.002+08:00

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Industrial_Society_and_Its_Future

i will cleanse humanity one day and return it to the natural order.
none of this conspicuous consumption will remain.
the stench of humanity's decadence sickens me and one day i will watch their corpses rot amongst the scrabble of the rats gorging on flesh still clutching their designer goods.

When we hang the capitalists they will sell us the rope we use.

Unknown, probably Lenin. Though possibly Trotsky or Stalin.

i REALLY do not want to join facebook, twitter et al.

2010-08-14T00:14:00.002+08:00

i really hate it when people e mail me facebook invites or ask me to join any form of social network.
i am ANTI-social.
especially when it comes to people i seldom talk to.
and also especially when it comes to inferior peoples.
i hate people and cannot stand interacting with most of them in real life.
i definitely do not want to be associated with most in any manner.
especially one as bourgeoisie as facebook.

i am also not an advocate of posting one's picture online often.
doing so creates an atmosphere of conspicuous consumption.
where people compete against each other for being able to portray the most decadent life.

so if you see this, never ask me to join any sort of social networking.
i have only 9 years of society, after which i will become a hermit much like Ted Kaczynski (the Unabomber).

i do not want to spend these years among the filth of your materialist society.

Vast Souls
And Inhumans,
Bitten By Infected Jaws

Abandoned Minds
And Corpses
Lurking With Moulded Eyes
Lacerated Bodies
Without Mourners
Nodding In Gallows

Crushed Skulls
Tasting The Fur
Of Dying Cats

Needles, Injecting Pain
Flamable Skin
And Deadly Thirst
Beyond Mind
Is Sleep To Be Found
Leap, Leap, Leap,
Leap From Life,
Leave Your life,
Die With Me

Sterile Nails & Thunderbowels- Silencer

Drugs Are Good, M'Kay?

2010-08-12T18:51:00.003+08:00

Hi, my name is selwyn.
and I support drug abuse.

drugs are an integral part of many traditional spiritualities.
drug use enables ascension to a higher mental plane than what is human.
drugs enable you to see what humanity was never meant to see.
it makes you a prophet.
or a visionary.

so listen to infected womb.
link to (authorised by artist) free download here.
http://www.last.fm/music/Infected+Womb

now tell me THIS isn't poetry!

Flesh the feeble flesh confines the pain and soul
Vault in which, the earthly way, i bear
Earth Love my denial
Tears as a gift upon my mirror
Bright...the pureness of the unperpetual
The meaningless heat of flesh, I ignore
Reflection of betrayal
Fear as a gift, a creeping splendour

Flows of ecstasies within the succubus
The carnal healings of the soul
Earthly form of illusion
Flesh, my desires a living radiance
Must of ecstasies the mankind's incubus
The carnal addictions of the soul
Concrete form of sorrow
Impure malignant indignation

Earthly Love- Gorguts

2010-08-09T09:34:00.002+08:00

...and i was bored so i went to look at this katy perry girl you young people like so much.

i now have another reason to hate young people.

and i watched inception. its very good.
its a thinking movie.
so talk to me if you wanna hear me go all monk-like and zen and stuff.
especially since i shaved my head again.

oh yeah. its funny to come up with things mdc stands for. like the band mdc...

my dick's chocolate.
murder dick cheney
masturbating dead children
mothers deserve coke
masturbating dick cheney?
millions of dead cops.

By oppressing innocent life you've lost your rights
so now your end is justified.
Don't think that you've been given a choice. Your actions serve as your voice.
Your selfishness destroys the earth, so you've left us with no other choice.
For the fetus, for the cat, for the cow, for the rat.
For innocent victims we will attack, we will attack, we will attack.

Stand By- Earth Crisis

2010-08-03T12:59:00.002+08:00

P.P.S.
if you think the previous posts were about you in any way, they're not.
they're not about anyone at all. i just feel unhappy and want to rant.

2010-08-03T12:48:00.003+08:00

i hate this fucking place. i'm always miserable here.
i cant do anything to change this and i fucking hate it.

the best thing is i don't even know if the next place will be better or not.
thats why i listen to music so much.
its a constant.

Going to bed, god is dead, lies & truth are in my head.
Your history, economy, society... it isn't me.
It's all on you, reality, it's what you do, it's what you make.
The truth in lies, the freedom dies.
the mind it numbs, the spirit breaks!
(With) all our rights,
it kills our future.
our reasons why:
We are born to die. (just born to die)

Born To Die- Choking Victim

P.S.

fuck your capitalist society with your wardrobes full of clothes that look just like everyone else's. i hate your world just as much as you've hated me. all i want is to be alone and live as a hermit. maybe i won't have to put up with your pretentious trendy culture full of conspicuous commercial excess. i hope you all rot in hell.

2010-08-03T12:39:00.003+08:00

you know how it feels to not know if you're feeling sad or angry and you don't even know what you're sad or angry about or why you're feeling tht way yet you're still feeling that way and you don't know what you should do about it except listen to music?

i'm feeling that now.

fair-weather friend, it's on you I do depend
all the mountains we climb,
crumble into sands of time
no mail to send, to fair-weather friend

anxiety, another gift from you to me
and so everything fails,
my bleeding bitten fingernails
sore as can be, anxiety

if it was up to me, I would restart history
ignite the flame and burn the centuries of blame
the bloodstained centuries, these bloody
centuries

fair-weather friend, it's on you I do depend
all the mountains we climb,
crumble into sands of time
no mail to send, to fair-weather friend
anxiety, another gift from you to me
and so everything fails,
my bleeding bitten fingernails
sore as can be, anxiety

and in the dawn, I'll see that you have gone
and on that blood soaked bed
I'll lay down my weary head
and hum along, to this fucking song

one cup of tea, not enough for company
maybe tomorrow you will let me borrow
another cup of tea, another cup of tea
and your company, and your company

Two Cups Of Tea- Star Fucking Hipsters

2010-07-09T00:35:00.003+08:00

i'm in a soft and slow mood now.

flu.

One thing i don't like about this modern age is that people have a general distaste for culture.
as well as a closed mind, which doesn't seem relevant but assuredly is.

one thing i like to think about is the definition of art.

art is anything.
i really like how artists like tracy emin and john cage (and of course, marcell duchamp) dared to challenge the definition of art. my favourite example invariably is john cage's 4'33''. it challenges the definition of music for most. yet even though the song is 4 minutes and 33 seconds without any sounds being made, there are still many artistic elements to it.

The length of the song is set at the stereotypical length of most pop songs.
John cage was famous for introducing sudden experimental sounds into his music. therefore people would have been listening out for sound. which segues nicely into the point of the song.
it makes people listen. the music is not made by the performer. rather it comprises of whatever sound is incidentally present during the performance of the piece.

music is anything. a prepackaged 4 minute and 30 second (or 3 1/2 minutes now, given the impatience of our MTV generation) pop song by lady gaga is a piece of music, as is 21 minutes and 28 seconds of electronic guitar feedback by Sunn O))). I personally feel that sometimes the latter is more enjoyable and carries more artistic value, but they are both music compositions.

so honestly, nothing much interesting has happened in mainstream music in the last 20 years. grunge was good for a short while, especially given the socio-cultural context in which it emerged. death metal was fun, but it kinda fizzled after a while. music now is rather formulaic sometimes. its really funny to hear so many old songs being re-recorded by young people nowadays. especially 80s songs. its like they've given up trying to make something new and fresh. i can just imagine two cigar-chomping record label execs saying to each other "those young people've never heard this song anyway. just give it new singers. preferably multi racial. guys must not have any facial hair and girls must have perky titties.

mmm.... perky titties.

All of my dreams that fell through and had tasted so sour
Take second place in my mind for this one sacred hour
Still I've been moved for so long by this strange fascination
Here as I stand all alone in complete concentration
Face through the clouds in the Gods shine with awe and splendour
Rise up and roar they approve will they always remember
I hear the voice of the crowd, it will last forever
Locked in my heart kept away like a stolen treasure

One Sacred Hour- Magnum

Masturbating with a crucifix

2010-04-03T03:23:00.003+08:00

i think i know why i listen to so much music.

i'm socially retarded. i'm unable to express myself adequately to other people in the "normal", "Human" fashion.

much like i'm comfortable expressing myself in here because i know for a fact that nobody reads this.

thankfully. the solace is cathartic.

anyway, i guess i use music as a catalyst with which to present my emotion.
so i guess if you understand my musical taste, you understand me.

noone has.
maybe its all for the better.

sometimes i wonder if its a blessing or a curse being unable to relate to humanity.
i'm better off, perhaps.
in a way the enforced solitude has led me to occupy my life with other subjects.
that i find usually more enjoyable.

but sometimes i'm lonely.
i guess ultimately i must wean or at least gradually diminish my need for human social interaction.

i can hardly find a form of viable human social interaction.
friendship usually seems too vapid.

i wish i was born unto this planet alone. the omega man.
so maybe i could have some sort of peace of mind.

sometimes i miss heather actually.

i want to leave this country.
i haven't found a single thing good about life here.

i want to live on a farm.
i wanna smoke weed everyday.
i don't ever want to wear clothes.
i want an AR 15.
i want to hunt animals.
maybe i even wanna hunt humans.

i don't wanna be a government slave.
i don't wanna be gagged.
i don't like singaporeans, in general.

singaporeans are vapid. superficial.
we need concentration camps.

maybe hitler was a sensitive man after all.
people wouldn't hate jews for no reason at all.
i'm sure he had his reasons.
just like i have mine.

1 day i'll run down orchard road with a shotgun.
i'll shoot anyone i don't like.
hipsters.
those damn deathcore kids.
irritating young people.
i REALLY hate young people.
i hate most people between the ages of 14-25 actually.

We would like to see most of the human race killed off because it is unworthy; it is unworthy of the gift of life.

Behemoth- Antichristian Phenomenon

Subgenres Of Grindcore

2010-04-02T23:23:00.002+08:00

I haven't blogged at all since i'm not allowed to blog about army things and i haven't had the time anyway.

I'm listening to lotsa grind recently, so why not?

Subgenres Of Grindcore

1) Mincecore

Politically oriented grind in the vein of agathocles, archagathus and unholy grave.

2) Goregrind

Grindcore with lyrics about horror. influenced by b grade horror movies and often begin wiith samples from them. one example is Impetigo.

3) Blipcore

Micro songs. very short songs that can be only a few seconds.
the most prominent examples would be napalm death's you suffer and brutal truth's collateral damage.

4) Pornogrind

Grindcore that is slow and extremely groovy. lyrics are about sex, and often samples porn movies. these frequently would be more "extreme" porn movies like bestiality porn, watersports or BDSM. this is the genre of grind i like least, because its usually very stupid. one of the most popular pornogrind bands is germany's Cock & Ball Torture.

5) Casiocore/Casiogrind

This is quite an obscure genre, and refers to bands that use casio keyboards in their music. the best example i can think of would be trencher's teeth. its very fucking trippy.

6) Deathgrind

the fusion of grindcore and death metal. very common nowadays. try newer napalm death. quite good, actually.

7) Medigrind

grindcore about medical themes. they're the type who dress up in bloody trench coats and stuff. like the county medical examiners, general surgery and early carcass.

8) Cybergrind/Electrogrind

grindcore with electronica influence. the best example would be the locust. which is a fucking great band, too. a lot of it takes cues from glitch music and 8 bit music (Like DJ Scotch Egg)

9) Noisegrind

i don't really like this. grindcore with lots of influence from noise music (which is NOT an oxymoron) listen to anal cunt for an example.

10) Industrial Grind

fusion of industrial music and grindcore. listen to early pitchshifter and godflesh.

11) Drum Machine Grind

grindcore with splittercore type drumming. they don't have real drummers, so they play extremely fast. try agoraphobic nosebleed.

1 day i'll do this for metal too. and maybe punk? idk.

Army Posting

2009-09-18T13:53:00.003+08:00

POP loh.
received army posting this morning.
3rd Guards.
fuck...

for those who dont know, guards are basically underpaid commandos.
similar training.
don't know how i'm gonna survive.

i have a creeping feeling that some of my commanders put me in there on purpose.
wasn't exactly very popular with my commanders.
any of them.

but yeah, i'm gonna die.
well at least the location isn't bad.
camp's at bedok.
i guess it'll be rather convenient for them to transport my corpse home.

They say that in the army
The food is very nice
You ask for curried chicken?
They'll give you Jiak Gao Sai.

They that in the army
The Sergeants're very nice.
You asked for time extension?
They'll scold you Chao Chee Bye.

I don't wanna lead an army life.
I just wanna lead a simple life.
PC I wanna go
OC don't let me go
Encik say no no no
Mummy I wanna go ho-o-ome

Baden-Powell's last message to scouts

2009-08-21T23:38:00.000+08:00

Dear Scouts,

If you have ever seen the play Peter Pan you will remember how the pirate chief was always making his dying speech because he was afraid that possibly when the time came for him to die he might not have time to get it off his chest. It is much the same with me, and so, although I am not at this moment dying, I shall be doing so one of these days and I want to send you a parting word of good-bye.

Remember, it is the last you will ever hear from me, so think it over.

I have had a most happy life and I want each one of you to have as happy a life too.

I believe that God put us in this jolly world to be happy and enjoy life. Happiness doesn't come from being rich, nor merely from being successful in your career, nor by self-indulgence. One step towards happiness is to make yourself healthy and strong while you are a boy, so that you can be useful and so can enjoy life when you are a man.

Nature study will show you how full of beautiful and wonderful things God has made the world for you to enjoy. Be contented with what you have got and make the best of it. Look on the bright side of things instead of the gloomy one.

But the real way to get happiness is by giving out happiness to other people. Try and leave this world a little better than you found it and when your turn comes to die, you can die happy in feeling that at any rate you have not wasted your time but have done your best. "Be Prepared" in this way, to live happy and to die happy-- stick to your Scout promise always-- even after you have ceased to be a boy-- and God help you to do it.

Your Friend
Baden-Powell

I'm a fucking genius and FUCK YOU if you beg to differ.

2009-07-26T23:26:00.001+08:00

i just retook my iq test and my iq has apparently gone up. its now 142, up from 130. it used to be 135 but it went down. well i guess now its gone up again.

so an automated test on the internet says i'm gifted and i qualify for mensa, so go snort a horseshit off a midget if you fucking beg to differ.

i bet its the metal. metal makes you smarter.

oh yeah. i guess this makes me a great serial killer then.

ted bundy's iq was 124.
charles manson's was 121
john wayne gacy's was 118

i'm misanthropic, have a high iq, enjoy gory subjects and have some psychopathic tendencies. get the fuck out of my way, world. i'll make manson look like an amateur.

Other noteworthy people

Adolf hitler's was 141 (1 less than mine)
Hermass göring's was 138, as was karl dönitz's

http://www.eskimo.com/~miyaguch/grady/nazi.html

i'm not suprised von neurath's was rather low. i never thought much of him. ditto for speer.

Receive the anointment
of statutory rape
Defile the innocence
with incorruptible hate.

Atrocities that birthed abominations- Absence of the sacred

On the nature of socialism, libertarianism and anarchy

2009-07-25T16:06:00.004+08:00

Socialism is diametrically opposed to libertarianism and anarchy.

Socialism, as its name implies, places an emphasis on the greater good of a group as a whole even if it infringes upon the rights of an individual.

Libertarianism is, however, characterised by emphasis on individual liberties as opposed to social good.

Anarchy can be viewed as an extension of libertarianism, in a manner of speech. both emphasise on individuality. indeed, some people say libertarianism is but anarchy for rich people.

Personally, i strongly do not believe in socialism. true, humanity may be required to work in societies. the question is, who decides the composition of these societies? and who decides the leaders of the societies. if power is concentrated in the hands of a few select individuals, these individuals are bound to abuse their powers to push their own agendas. where would the checks be to make sure they do not abuse their power? to extend it even further, let me give an example scenario.

imagine there's an issue. issue x. people disagree on issue x. let's say 1/4 don't agree and 3/4 agrees. so if you go from a socialist standpoint, you have to abide by the majority. so 1/4 of the people will end up unhappy. what can they do? they can sit there and suffer. they can't do anything else.

that is the fallacy of socialism, as well as democracy. democracy is, at essence, just an umbrella term for any political system that involves participation of the people in choosing the governing process. so even if the people's only election of the year is to choose the colour of the toilet tiles in parliament, this too is theoretically democracy.

So what should the 1/4 do? well i say let the 1/4 do things their own way, even if (or maybe especially if) it upsets the 3/4 obsessive-compulsive about uniformity. you can't compromise. compromise is a weak solution that does not solve anything. neither problem is solved. it just leads to a halfway measure for both.

(oh yeah. i heard i had a new reader, so here's some pseudo-intellectual bullshit for you to enjoy. :) and here's something totally not intellectual to balance it out.)

http://www.bjwinslow.com/albums/mutilatedcorpse/cannibal_holocaust_7.jpg

i don't know why i can't set this as an image, so gross yourself out with a HONOUR SYSTEM, k?

lying bastards
deceiving fuckers
you are a curse
violation
kicked in the head
when I hurt the worst
my body boils with
both anger and confusion
thorazine is such
a bitch to endure
I wanna rip your
fucking head off
you desecrate
all that I puke
stab me in the back
enemy
and to think
I fucking trusted you
you never cared
like a fucking doormat
you wiped your feet
on my dignity
so what
you caught me
when I was down
I must have been blind
to think your actions
constituted any love
liar
apologise till your
throat is sore
you're not sorry
cover your tracks
like you did before
no not any more
the drugs i'm taking
don't calm me anymore
I sit in angry depression
i'm worse off
than i was before
you fucking pig
i don't forgive
i don't forget
my minds set
I hope you're proud of
what you've done to me
you never fucking cared
backstabber
are to me in many forms
my best friend
hitler. jesus christ. the law
fuck all you cunts
you shat on me
i hope it happens to you
maybe you'll understand
how fucked it really feels

Backstabber- Dystopia

Goodbye

2009-06-16T09:44:00.000+08:00

Goodbye. I've gone to the army. Sms me if you'd like to. I hope i don't die or kill anyone inside.

There's a sound heard across the land
It's heard across the sea
You'll only hear it if you listen with your hearts
And one day hope to be free

To hear the sound of freedom many gave their lives
They fought for you and me
Those memories will always live in silence
And now it's our time to be free

[Chorus:]
Where the eagles fly - I will soon be there
If you want to - come along with me my friend
Say the words and you'll be free
From the mountains to the sea
We'll fight for freedom again

Scream out loud for all the world to hear
From sea to shining sea ??
Let freedom ring and every man be king
To live as one through the years

[Repeat chorus]

Now is the time we all must stand together
So raise your hands show them we are strong
Side by side the fight goes on forever
Marching to the battle with this song

[Repeat chorus to fade]

The Fight For Freedom- Manowar

Doomsday

2009-05-17T15:54:00.002+08:00

was a fucking fantastic gig yesterday, and i'm feeling bloody sore.
i'll write this up band by band.

Al Grande Terrismo

They're this prog DM band that has this gimmick as arab terrorists. i hope its a gimmick and nothing more, at least. either way they played a short set of 3 songs, because 1 of the members had to go to his son's birthday. either way they weren't too "brutal", more on the proggy side. a lot to say about them, a lot of guitar effects used to simulate arabic folk instruments. and some traditional arab chanting as well, afaik. they kinda remind me a bit of orphaned land.

Stillborn

I don't even remember actually. i was at the merch table. yeah i don't know where it came from but some guy turned up with LOADS of stuff and just spread them out on the pool table. i bought Absence of the Sacred's debut for 10 bucks. i later got mike priest to sign it. there were tons other stuff, though. mainly dm and bm. CDs were going for either 10 or 20. i saw impiety's dominator EP going for 20. i didn't have enough cash though. as it was i spent over 30 bucks total. oh and pins were going for 1 buck. though none of them interested me.

Helmskey

This band wasn't so good. instrumentally proficient, but a bit core-ish. especially in the vocals. so i just sat and watched.

oh and from this band onwards i can't remember the damn lineup anymore, other than AOTS being last.

Xanadoo

They played bay area style thrash metal, perfect for me. so i went in to mosh blah blah. everything was a blurry haze of limbs in my face. i remember though they covered exodus's fabulous disaster and kreator's some-song-i-don't-rmb-except-i-think-it-was-extreme-aggression.

Draconis Infernum

Enter the corpsepaint brigade (or as awal referred to them, the "KISS" lookalike band.) very good performance in the vein of classic old school 2nd wave BM. the singer was a rather good front man. in the first song response was kinda lukewarm. and yes, the frontman was good enough to get a response out of the crowd. and they play 1 intensely brutal gig, very fucking metal. non stop moshpits. stage diving. hell, i stage dived. it was ok, nothing "awesome" or what. i'm surprised that the crowd managed to hold ME up for more than 2 seconds though. so kudos to anyone who carried me. They were so fucking great that i bought their album. before i was aching at HMV whether or not to buy it, since it WAS 30 BUCKS THERE OR SO. so i bought the album direct from the band at 10 bucks and got it signed too. FUCK HMV

oh and awal left after this, because he had some stuff on. next time its my turn to go to HIS gig.

Ossuary

Very good band in the vein of groove metal. they played 1 song by Meshuggah. i have no idea what it is, being unfamiliar with Meshuggah. i know they played Refuse/Resist by Sepultura, featuring guest vocals from Kadir of Oshiego. that was good. everyone loved it, i loved it. i was loving it from a barstool, since this was right after draconis infernum and i was too fagged out. william especially loved it though.

Thy Fallen Kingdom

Decent band, another good frontman. i bought their EP for 10 bucks. rather worth it. their frontman's this angmoh guy. i guess thats why he's good lah. he actually talked to the crowd, a bit of back and forth banter and the like. i mean most local bands just introduce themselves and their songs, and thats it. so anyway it kinda reminds me of King Diamond-esque Death-Thrash. decent band to check out. Oh and i got them to sign my EP too.

Oshiego

Lot's been said about Oshiego. they're mainly death/thrash-ish metal with some arab influence in their guitar solos. just a pinch. anyway i wasn't expecting too much from them after hearing their preview song on MySpace. they turned out rather decent though, performed well. i think they've some way to go. seeing that their new EP was basically half made of Their old EP in entirety. i don't know if they were re recorded or what, but they were mostly old songs +maybe 3 or 4 new songs.

Absence Of The Sacred

Last band of the night, and frontman Mike Priest thanked us "all for coming out and supporting real metal, not Avenged Sevenfold". Cue chants of SEVENFOLD SUCKS. they played a very good set, including some songs off their album that i bought earlier. 1st, i guess. oh and they debuted a new song which turned out good. overall a great set. i later got mike priest to sign my CD. but not the rest of the band, seeing that only Mike's left from that CD's lineup.

Overall a very good gig, very worth the cash i paid for tix. could've been improved in some ways though. like cheap beer. and more merch vendors. but hey, we can't have everything. very fucking metal gig.

Hordes of my black faith
under banners of hate
gratification.
now i shall dictate

Keepers of the twin horns
rest in our black hearses
Unite the cursed ones
One with our inner beasts

Kill for me
Sacrifice unto me

Putrid lives, WORSHIP ME

Worship Me- Draconis Infernum

Exhume To Consume

2009-05-11T21:45:00.003+08:00

Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts…
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With posthumous joy and elation…
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy…
Scrutinised then brutalized
My forensic inquisition is fulfilled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled…
I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume…
Caskets I grate
My larder’s a grave
I’m sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgues makes me laugh…
Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse’s head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)

(Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste)

Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
Caskets exhumed…
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
To consume…
Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume…
Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw
Desecrate…
Precipiate…(from the muddy grave)
Macerate…
Eviscerate…
Caskets I grate
My larder’s a grave
I’m sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
Freshly exhumed…
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
Human flesh to consume…

Exhume To Consume- Carcass

Damn i love goregrind lyrics. (I hate pornogrind lyrics though. they're fucking stupid.)

2009-05-03T16:12:00.002+08:00

you know what's wrong with AWARE?
they're hypocrites.
they claim to be promoting gender equality.
they don't.
they're promoting women's superiority.

notice that in singapore there is no institutionalized discrimination against women.
yet there is institutionalized discrimination against men.

notice how there's a women's charter but no men's charter.
its the stuff like that that makes the very existence of AWARE total bullshit.

you wanna know what's equality?
equality means we all have to shave our heads and run up hills with rifles.
equality means we can punch any woman that pisses us off without disapproving nods, like is done with men.
THAT'S your fucking equality.

its bullshit whenever guys say they can't do housework because "thats a woman's job".
its bullshit whenever women say they can't (or rather, won't) do manual labour because they're "weaker".

so this is your fucking equality. you can't have your cake and eat it as well.
you still want your damn equality?

lemme tell you a secret.
there's NO SUCH THING as equality.
equality is a stupid concept, because in order to be truly equal men and women must be EXACTLY THE SAME.
men and women are not the same.
(oh look, here comes the AWARE feminazis with their jackboots)
men and women are complementary.
there are some places where men excel and others where women excel.
(of course, its still very possible for a women to excel where a man would more likely do so)
for example, men are still better at brute strength and women are usually more agile.
this is just... well, physiology.
it doesn't mean shit.
so fucking deal with it.
there'll NEVER be true equality and THAT'S the way it should be.

When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of who's who

Steppin' Stone- Minor Threat

Political Dishwashing

2009-05-01T02:51:00.002+08:00

Capitalism: You wash the dishes, THE ONES WHO OWN THEM PROFIT.

Libertarianism: We talk about changing the way dishes are washed. THAT'S ALL THAT HAPPENS.

Anarchism: We wash our own dishes.

Democracy: As a dishwasher, you deserve a say in which politician is best suited to protect the economy THAT KEEPS YOU IN THE KITCHEN.

Nationalism: Forget about those dishes for a second-you're a citizen of the proudest nation on earth!

Fascism: You wash the dishes with a gun against your head.

Neoliberalism (AKA Free Trade): The dishes are shipped overseas to be washed and you're free to twiddle your thumbs while you starve.

Socialism: It is decided, outside the dishroom, that you shall wash everyone's dishes.

Communism: You wash dishes in a gulag with thousands others.
the dishes are red and you're happy to wash them.

Syndicalism: The dishwashers join labor syndicates that send representatives to a council, at which it is decided which dishes are to be washed and when.

Anarcha-Feminism: Let THE MEN wash the dishes. Washing dishes is DEMEANING to women's liberation.

Anarcho-Primitivism: Down with dishes! We eat with our hands now!

Insurrectionary Anarchism: A quixotic attempt to distill a political theory from the practice of smashing dishes.

So would you rather the man tell you to wash the dishes because it is in "our nation's best interests"

or would you rather wash your own dishes because you want to?

My baloney has a first name
It’s S-A-T-A-N
My baloney has a second name
It’s D-U-V-E-L

Mephiskapheles- Mephiskapheles

Steal this, Its copylefted.

2009-04-17T20:34:00.003+08:00

Here's a piece of news.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pirate_Bay_trial

jailed for doing something legal?
its like mercedes being sued because their cars CAN be used for drunk driving or speeding.
likewise the pirate bay's been sued for providing a service that CAN be used for copyright infringement.

i'm not explicitly anti copyright. i feel (very strongly) that we need a revision of copyright laws. the existing practice encourages conglomeracy. which goes against the intent of copyright law; to encourage creativity.

You know, we just wanted a level playing field.
You’ve overcharged us for music for years, and now we’re
Just trying to find a fair balance. I hate to say it, but…
Welcome to the future.

Download this song- MC Lar$

Sic Semper Tyrannis

2009-04-16T00:21:00.002+08:00

SINGAPORE, April 13 (Reuters) - Singapore passed a law affecting freedom of assembly on Monday it said would help prevent the sort of disruption of international meetings that caused the cancellation of a summit in Thailand last weekend.

An opposition member of parliament, however, said the rules would tighten restrictions on Singaporeans' rights.

Singapore is due to host the Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation (APEC) summit in November.

Law Minister K Shanmugam and other government lawmakers told parliament the Public Order Bill, introduced last month, was needed to prevent trouble at such conferences.

"The backdrop of current events in Thailand, with the international leaders having to leave the conference by helicopter hurriedly, showed very tellingly the need for this legislation," he said.

Bangkok called off the summit of leaders from Southeast and East Asian countries on Saturday after anti-government protesters swarmed into the meeting's venue in the beach resort of Pattaya.

Shanmugam said the government would do everything it could to make hosting APEC, an annual gathering of leaders from 21 economies, including such economic heavy-hitters as the United States, Japan, China and Russia, a success.

"Singapore cannot afford the luxury of having this meeting disrupted," said Shanmugam.

The law loosens some rules applying to indoor gatherings, but allows police to order a person to leave an area if they determine he is about to break the law.

All outdoor activities that are cause-related will need a police permit, no matter how many people are involved. That is a change from the current law requiring a permit for gatherings of five or more people.

The bill allows police to stop people from filming law enforcement if it could put officers in danger. The bill cited live media coverage of Indian police trying to rescue hostages in the Mumbai attacks last November as posing risks to the officers.

Legislator Sylvia Lim of the opposition Workers' Party told parliament the government was taking advantage of political struggle in Thailand to "justify the implementation of draconian laws to inhibit the basic rights of Singaporeans further".

"As long as this government respects and upholds democracy, the problems now we are seeing in Thailand will not happen here," said Lim, one of the three parliamentarians to vote against the bill.

"But if the government wants to tinker with individual freedom and democracy to an oppressive level it will actually become the source of public order problems."

You see, this is the kind of thing that makes me hate this government. it is totally unfair. its like chess, but they can swap their pieces around anytime they want.

oh and i do solemnly swear to:

Have no respect whatsoever for this law
Not pay any heed to it

well as Thomas Jefferson once said,

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants

Well i think this's best summed up with an excerpt of an LöC song.

We will make them see their injustice and it will hurt as all fighting hurts.
They may torture my body break my bones and even kill me.
Then they will have my dead body. NOT my obedience.
We will take a solemn oath.
That we will NOT submit to this law.
We will NOT submit

Yet another anti-china post. SUE ME, MOTHERFUCKERS!

2009-04-13T17:49:00.002+08:00

its really disgusting how my government constantly panders to the whims of immigrants from china. they claim that doing so will bring us closer to china in the long run. but how do we know so? how can we gauge the reaction of a foreign nation with alien cultural norms, especially in the long run? most immigrants view singapore as merely a stepping stone to somewhere else. they don't intend to contribute. they just intend to take what they do not deserve.

being a small country with no natural resources, singapore's strength lies in our people. education and vocational training develops this resource. thus by selling this out to foreigners singapore's just shooting itself in the foot.

i strongly feel we do not need this large influx of immigrants from china. they do not contribute. in fact, a large portion of them are actually detrimental to the nation. many of them are here as criminals only. they bring no good to singapore. in fact, they are also adversely afffecting racial harmony in singapore. they refuse to speak english and butt their snouts through life assuming that everybody speaks chinese. i feel this causes an increase in racial tension. furthermore the policy of the government towards china immigrants may be construed as being racialist, something the government was vehemently denouncing 40 years ago as being un-democratic and un-meritocratic.

in short, the influx of china immigrants is threatening the socio-cultural fabric of singapore and opening dangerous rifts up between fellow singaporeans. they should learn to assimilate into singaporean culture in order to be accepted as such. otherwise they will be justly are rightly viewed as unwanted outsiders.

The Kiss Of Babylon (The Sins)- Orphaned Land

Worshiping the gods
that demand lives and sacrifice
None but the blood of infants will suffice
Fallen sparrows fall as one into a grave
They are the souls of living men
that could not be saved.

Thrash Vest

2009-04-10T23:41:00.001+08:00

parking these images here.

My Graduation Ceremony

2009-04-10T16:10:00.002+08:00

as expected, i've gotten my graduation letter. about my graduation ceremony.
i don't wish to go. i don't see the need to indulge in unnecessary pomp and ceremony of an overrated event designed to masturbate the already overinflated egos of those hailed as "cream of the crop".

besides, education isn't all that makes a person you know. in a country that is HONESTLY in EXTREME danger of going to the dogs why aren't we taught more important things?
like national pride. blut und ehre? is pride in our sovereignty more important than the economic benefits of giving metaphorical handjobs to other countries?

anyway, i won't go if possible. i hate this kinda thing. all the people. all the waiting. i hate people. i feel claustrophobic when there's lotsa people. especially whenn they're not too intelligent. it feels like i'm being physically and intellectually garrotted.

I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me

- I hate people, The Anti-Nowhere League

and i hate ceremony. i don't see the purpose of ceremony and ritual. if i wanted some stupid overcomplicated ritual i'd go to a church.

oh and have i mentioned the ridiculous attire? i have to wear this fucking bathrobe. and they clearly do not want me to go, because they want guys to have short hair. why do guys have to have short hair, for that matter? thats gender discrimination, innit?

We like it hard, we like it fast
We got the biggest amps, man they blast
True metal people wanna rock not pose
Wearin jeans and leather, not cracker jack clothes

-Kings of Metal, Manowar

2009-03-05T15:33:00.001+08:00

its kinda funny. i dream quite a bit nowadays.
its always something weird and i get totally weirded out in an interesting way.
no like... weird as in moon explodes.
just... in another way.
in a way that makes me think.
i hate it.

Ricky was a young boy, He had a heart of stone.
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone.
Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town.
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down.
He had no money, oooh no good at home.
He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone

18 and life- skid row

2009-02-03T15:46:00.002+08:00

i've been fucking busy. i hate school, so someone just drop me on an island where i can just do nothing but smoke, kick back, chillout and listen to music.

at least now there's only 2 projects left. PR (finishing tml)
and DocPro (entring post production tml.)
hell, at least i have a nice team to work with. no slacking on this side (even including me, and thats rare)
but i enjoy my film classes, so its kinda self explanatory.
then maybe when i finish i can change my blog skin. maybe something...
maybe a grind themed skin. idk. i'll think about it when i'm free.

oh and i just had a talk from some dumbass from the MPA on anti piracy.
that guy was a total idiot and dodged all my questions.
its what you get from such fat cats.

So you wanna be a cop- Leftöver Crack

So you wanna be a cop?
so you wanna be on the top
arrestin and shootin' all the kids on the block
incarcerate the youth of the next generation
and you get the high fives at the police station

so you wanna wear blue
and prey on the people
go above the constitution where all men are equal
beat down the poor and the working class core
your a class trading motherfuckin' rich man's whore.

2009-01-12T17:34:00.002+08:00

haha.
SOMEONE LOOKS LIKE A POSER!
SOMEONE IS A FUCKING SELLOUT!
SOMEONE'S TRYING TO BUY SOME STREET CRED!
SOMEONE BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

punk by the book- Anti-Flag

Covered in leather, or plaid patches, or metal studs
Your hair is dyed or spiked with glue
You only talk to those who look and act the way you do
Cause you think you're so fuckin' cool

PUNK? PUNK? PUNK?
Punk by the BOOK!
BOOK!BOOK!BOOK!

2009-01-12T17:22:00.002+08:00

i'm supposed to write a short anthology of poetry and prose (total 40 pages) for class.
i dont know what to write on.
here are some possible themes to write on...

possible themes for my chapbook.

1) Hymn book to satan/demons
2) 99 ways to die (various works about death)
3) destruction of society (various works about destroying society)
4) anti christianity
5) serial killers
6) anti authitarianism
7) body horror
8) wars

any ideas?

black metal- Venom

Black is the night, metal we fight
Power amps set to explode
Energy screams, magic and dreams
Satan records the first note.
We chime the bell, chaos and hell
Metal for maniacs pure.
Fast melting steel, fortune on wheels
Brain hemorrhage is the cure.
FOR BLACK METAL!!!

2009-01-11T15:59:00.001+08:00

i miss listening to ozzy.
its kinda like metal's equivalent to happy pop music.
just imagine ozzy hopping around, clapping his hands and staring all wild eyed.
its fucking amazing.
i should listen to more ozzy.
oh and apparently ozzy shouts I LOVE YOU to everyone.

Bark at the moon- Ozzy Osbourne

Howling in shadows
Living in a lunar spell
He finds his heaven
Spewing from the mouth of hell

And when he finds who hes looking for
Listen in awe and youll hear him...
BARK AT THE MOON!

2009-01-08T20:49:00.002+08:00

lol i just some funny "rules of metal" joke.
so i'll try to make up my own.

Section 1: Black Metal
1) if you are a bassist, you MUST murder your band's lead guitarist.
2) when taking photos, pose your hand like a claw and look upwards with bared teeth.
3) when recording music, make sure you record it in a garage surrounded mechanics and workmen. (10 points to any1 who gets this.)
4) when you make an album, make sure you record 666 copies. then burn 665 copies for extra "kvlt-ness"
5) if you're on stage, you'd BETTER have blood somewhere.
6) make sure every photo you take is so grainy nobody can tell whats in the photo.

Section 2: Power Metal
1) your lead singer should be able to smash glasses with your voice. if not, remove his testicles and try again.
2) everyone is to wear satin and lace. frilly panties don't count.
(we don't wanna know if you do anyway.)
3) add more keyboards.
4) add even more keyboards.
5) make all your songs 15 minutes long to be "fuckin' epic"
6) 15 minutes means 30 solos. 10 minutes means 20 solos.

Section 3: Death Metal
1) your singers should be able to sound exactly like cookie monster. ah fuck, just sample cookie monster's vocals.
2) nobody who sees your logo should be able to understand what it says.
3) write songs about slasher flicks.
4) write songs about OTHER slasher flicks.
5) crib footage out of slasher flicks and call it a music video.

Section 4: Thrash Metal
1) if you're a bassist get crushed by a bus.
2) denim. no leather. denim vests, denim jeans, denim undies, denim condoms...
3) disregard what everyone says. its STILL the mid 80s.
4) if you're not playing decently, you haven't had enough beer.
5) if you're playing well, you need more beer.
6) if you're playing, you need more beer.
7) if you're not playing, you need MORE BEER!

Bonus section: Nu-Metal
1) make fun of gays all the time. dont let anyone find out your appetite for cum.
2) if you're a bassist, don't learn bass. just hit it randomly and call it "groovy slap y'all:
3) dreadlocks, shaved head or backwards baseball cap. no exceptions.
4) no guitar solos. you're probably too crappy to play one instead.
5) when people ask about your influences, ALWAYS say black sabbath.
6) when in doubt, say "fuck yeah, motherfuckers. JUMPDAFUCKUP!"

man, that was exhausting.

Cowboys from hell- Pantera
You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
(We're taking over this town)

2009-01-08T20:29:00.002+08:00

i'm bored, so i'm trolling youtube while listening to covers of bathory's one rode to asa bay.
i go to random pop videos, rate them as low as possible, thumbs down all their comments and insult the band.
its funny, you should try it.
yes, i have nothing better to do.
oh and i flagged a video of some girl singing some pop crap for "horrifying and/or disturbing content".
oh i can only do it every once in a while. meh. i'll just do something else i guess.
join me in trolling youtube and making fun of pop music! (i started on jolin tsai. now i'm starting on jay chou.)

One rode to Asa Bay- Bathory

One man rode the way through the woods
Down to Asa bay
Where dragon ships had sailed to sea
More times than one could say

2008-12-28T18:12:00.002+08:00

i saw this on nad's blog and decided to copy it.
sorry nads.

Fond memories for those who born in the 70s and 80s.

1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK, Transformers, Silver Hawk and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My little Pony and Smurfs too.

i did some of these. i remember when cartoons didnt all come from japan. and were BETTER.

2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You together with all your classmates beside you, will brush your teeth with a coloured mug. The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.

no i didn't. i remember the school dentist though. i always insisted she mispronounced my name.
and she gave me free toothbrushes, too.

3. You know what SBC stands for.

yep. singapore broadcasting company. i dont remember watching it though.

4. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.

fuck no. i got a dollar a day. i spent most of it on food. rice with 1 fried egg and a packet drink. everyday.

5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on RTM1 about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball called Meoro Attack.

nno, no idea at all. i watched ultraman in malay though. for the fight scenes.

6. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.

nah. i was kinda weird. oh and i missed the whole pager era.

7. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP! when pressed. There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole in the ticket.

nope. i remember the buses, bbut im not THAT old. i used the farecard thingy.

8. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every Children's Day.

yep. and i never gave. im a bloody scrooge.

9. You've probably read Young Generation magazine. You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable.

read before. not often though. couldn't afford it. i borrowed a lot of bookworm gang though. who remembers that?

10. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to see the scenery.

nope. though i remember kneeling on the seats to look out. funny though, i only did so in tunnels. when there was nothing to see.

11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50. &@%#$*@#$^*!@#&^$

ehh i never paid for movies so i wouldn't know. i remember only watching movies 1 or 2 times a year though.

12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls.

i only remembber torturing my sis'd barbie dolls.
i used to perform mock autopsies on them.

13. You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street.

yes i did. i think i still can. maybe i should, eh?

14. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20 cents per pack), and Ding Dang (50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.

nope. only maybe 1 or 2 times? i remember i was crazy over the chilied tapioca chips though.

15. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.

funny enough, no. i had too much homework etc. and most times i preferred the playground.

16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers.

i read those, yes. but they were far from thickest. i read thesauruses at 5. or before, i cant remember. 3-4 maybe?

17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives.

yah i rmb. my mum even did an advert campaign for them too.

18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just couldn't bring yourself to say the hokkien relative.

nope. i said stupid and idiot.

19. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.

yeah it was. i wasn't always sluggish and pudgy.

20. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.

yes. and all my worksheets too.

21. CDIS were your bestfriend

nope. no idea.

22. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.

nope. i had stupid chinese lessons on the computer too. never learned any from them, nor had any fun.

23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.

yep. and i beat up kids with them, too.

24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic balls in the basketball court.

funny, i didn't.

25. Ting-ting, five stones, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too...

nope.

26. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most important fishes.

no i hated science. too easy.

27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally & Mr. Yakki. What abt Miss Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks

yes, i remember. seems kinda pc now. in every group of friends there ALWAYS is exactly 1 chinese, 1 malay, 1 indian and 1 angmoh.

28. We carry out experiments of our own to get yourself badges for being a Young Zoologist/Botanist etc.

yes i did. i dont know why.

29. Every Children's day and National day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with 'Happy National Day 1994'.

yes. waste of my fucking time lol.

30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother.

yeah i remember. i ditched my buddy.

31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.

yep. bata. with that white scrub powder all over it too.

32. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English.

think so. wouldn't swear to it tho.

33. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.

yep. i remember they were bloody thick tho.

34. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes.

no i took the schoolbus. hehe. SUCKERS

35. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm.

yeah. what happened?

36. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday.

yeah, and i got them perfect everytime.

37. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.

well i got 1, so...

38. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.

nope. shook his hand once as a kid though.

39. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl

no i just didn't. wasn't very obedient. i remember calling my teacher a nutter to her face once.

40. Boys like to catch fighting spiders.

yes. all the time.

41. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.

yep. only had 1 or 2 though.

42. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not", and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch.Friend like you, hard to forget".

never touched those. honest. i was about as socially in as the plaque.

43. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!"

yep. i grabbed their "name writing" books. and tore them up.

44. There were at least 40 people in one class.

yeah around there.

45. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried, some with handles that could be extended allowing the bags to be dragged.

i had those trolley bags in primary 4 and thought they were bloody cool.

46. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable.

nope. i still remember it was bloody heavy though. 5kg school bag. fuck.

We're coming back- cock sparrer

We're coming back, we're coming back
We're coming back to you
We're never gonna go away again
Hold on a little longer, try a little harder
'Til we're arm in arm together to the end

2008-12-21T22:40:00.002+08:00

deathlike sickly black streaks of rain
bloody bloody, black as bile.
eyes tear acid drops
freezing knot wrenches and twists
sweet kiss sucking me dry
eyes haunt me
set the world ablaze
cruel bite and loving bite
angels drop bombs into bottles
hard and green
sweetest touch i'll ever know
angel wings turn me black.
black cancer bones
eat me please

Tears in heaven- By a man much wiser than i am.

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

2008-12-20T00:34:00.002+08:00

oh dear satan.
whenever i feel down.
whenever i feel trouble.
i think of you.
how you always open my eyes.
how you bring ease to my heart.
how you bring light into my life.

oh dear satan.
you swat off all the evil ones from my life.
those who bring me pain and sorrow.
those who lie to me.
those who do not appreciate my presence.
you show me truth,
you show me the light.

hail satan.
i love you, sweet satan.

Scarlet Dream- Sigh

I am the Sun, I am the Moon
I'm living in the Scarlet Dream
Born in heaven and raised in hell
I'm wandering in the Scarlet Dream

2008-12-19T02:42:00.004+08:00

you know who i think i look like?

yup. a young ozzy.
i think its the hair that does it. we got similar hair.

another look at ozzy...

Hand of Doom-Black Sabbath
Whatcha gonna do?
Times caught up with you
Now you wait your turn
You know theres no return

2008-12-06T13:42:00.003+08:00

you know what?
its very surprising to find out that singapore has never had membership in the british commonwealth.
small wonder that people here are more american than anything.
especially the dumbasses that spell everything with american spelling.
its programme. not program.
anyone who spells it program deserves a pogrom.
heh.

Come as you are- Nirvana

Come
Doused in mud
Soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend
A a friend
As a known memory.

2008-12-06T01:41:00.002+08:00

short story i wrote.
i'm HORRIBLE with fiction. so i'm ashamed of it as a hole.
but... whatever the fuck.

It was yet another grey, humdrum day at Auschwitz-Birkenau. (1) Another grey dreary day for camp medical officer Josef Mengele. He sauntered up and down at the wrought iron gates, impatiently awaiting the first batch of jews to reach the camp. Jews? Nay. Vermin. It would do a great injustice to history if we portray our dear Josef as viewing them as merely jewish people. To our dear Josef they were not simply jews. They were utermensch. (2) Vermin. Filth. Unworthy of an existence, so as to speak.

The doctor stood up with anticipation as he saw a plume of smoke arising from the distance. It could only be another overstuffed cattle-car (3), packed to the brim with jews being euphemistically “resettled in the east”. (4)
He let slip a secret smile. What treasures would come along his personal silk road today? Maybe another set of twins for him to dissect? A pet dwarf, perhaps for him to lead around on a leash? Josef curled his lips in pleasure at the very thought.

It was hot in the cattle-car. The writhing throng of humanity seized 20-year old Hans Goldmann like a tar pit trap, even as he fought for a breath of fresh air. When would they reach the “east” they were being resettled to? And as the train stopped, Hans felt the metaphorical noose around his neck being loosened. Finally, he could get off the viselike deathtrap that was the train.

Auschwitz made a poor host for young Hans. Rather, it was a nightmare. Muddy puddles spangled the ice-caked road and the air was befouled with the rank of some odour. An odour that crept with the smoke from the chimneys in the background. Black, angry plumes of smoke hung around Auschwitz, ever belching from its smokestacks. They were an ever-present reminder of the true nature of Auschwitz (5), something our poor Hans was presently unaware of.

As the train arrived, Josef thrust his chest out in stoic pride, a display of strength and security in his position. The Schultstaffel (6) was the pride of Herr Hitler’s thousand year reich. The metaphorical crème de la crème of the entire Aryan race. He strode forth with an air of authority, riding crop (7) firmly brandished in hand.

The jews got off the train in a flurry of movement, eager for the rejuvenating elixir we know simply as air. They were then ushered into Indian file, much like would be done to lambs sent to slaughter

A branding iron of trepidation and fear seared the hearts of the jews as they pondered their future. What fate awaited them? Would they be torn from their families? Would they be sent to labour camps? Would they even live to midnight? Hans could conceal his emotion no more. He girded his metaphorical loins and summoned up a much-required shot of courage. “Where are we? What’s going to us?” Hans gave an audacious shout, one that could have crumbled the rock of Gibraltar. (8) “Whatever happened to the east? We’re nowhere near there.”

The crowd of jews gasped at this display of unrestrained defiance. Never in the past few years had the authority of a Nazi been questioned in this manner. The will of the Nazi party was the will of the Führer and also of the entire Aryan race. To question that could only mean an early death. Or worse. Indubitably, the scars etched by krystallnacht (9) still ran raw in the jewish psyche.

Dr. Mengele strode over, angry at this affront to his authority.
“Who are you? You will be punished for this!”
He then stopped, eyes wide in shock. He ran his eyes over the boy’s fine Germanic features. Indeed, the self-professed expert on heredity would have considered Hans a fine specimen of the Aryan race. That is, of course, had Hans not been in the camp.
“Why are you here? You are Aryan. You are not a filthy jew. Why are you in this camp?”

With that Hans replied, bristling with fury at this slur on his heritage.
“I am Hans Goldmann. My mother is a jew. But how does that matter? We are all proud, loyal Germans. Both my grandfathers fought in the Wehrmacht (10) in the Great War. (11) Did yours?”
Hans spat on the ground angrily, eyebrows furrowed in black rage.

Dr. Mengele smirked in sheer contempt.
“Blood traitor. Greedy jewish profiteer (12). Filthy crossbred scum. Dare you question the purity of my veins?”

The proud doctor smiled with the air of a shark leering at his prey.

“Impertinent, are we? Well I suppose this is what you get from your accursed jew blood, Goldmann. It will not matter much. I hope your fellow jews enjoy our new camp sausages.”

Hans’s eyes widened as he realized the meaning of that little speech. His knees gave way along with the broken hymen that was his spirit.

“Take him away!” And with those words Hans was led to his doom. We can but hope he is in a better place than the wretched hellhole that was Auschwitz.

Herr Mengele lit a pipe of the very finest tobacco. The blue-tinged smoke made lazy circles around his head. He chuckled to himself.

“Arbeit macht fleisch” (13)

Footnotes

1. Aushchwitz-Birkenau was a famous Nazi concentration camp during WW2. It was one of the bigger ones.

2. Utermensch is a term used in Nazi eugenics meaning “under-men” it referred to races that were judged as undeserving of life. This term included jews and gypsies, amongst others.

3. Cattle cars were used for transporting animals, but for economical reasons they were instead used by the Nazis to transport people to concentration camps.

4. This was a lie told to jews being deported to ensure their cooperation.

5. Though Auschwitz also held prisoners of war, it was primarily known as a liquidation camp for people the Nazis intended to kill.

6. The SS was a Nazi paramilitary organization that was selected from those who were considered most dedicated Nazis, as well as racially pure Aryans.

7. These were often associated with the aristocracy and culture as horse-riding was by then largely confined to the rich.

8. The rock of Gibraltar is known for being impregnable, and has become known as a metaphor for stability and strength.

9. A Nazi pogrom where many jewish businesses and synagogues were destroyed. Jews were also arrested and deported to concentration camps or killed.

10. German for army. It also more formally refers to the german army between 1935-1945, though not in this context.

11. World War 1. This term was commonly used until the end of World War 2.

12. One of the accusations leveled at jews by the Nazi party. This was especially poisonous considering that germany was still recovering from the great depression

13. Arbeit Macht Frei was a slogan commonly placed at gates to concentration camps, it means work will make you free. Arbeit Macht Fleisch is a pun on that; meaning work will makes you flesh. It is an indication that Hans was made into sausages to feed the other prisoners.

Negative Creep- Nirvana

I'm a negative creep.
I'm a negative creep.
I'm a negative creep.
and I'm stoned!

2008-11-30T22:30:00.004+08:00

Anyway, this's pictures of my birthday celebration. i celebrated a total of... 3 times (kinda.)

But i only have photos of 2 times because the rest are in my sister's camera. meh.

so... here goes mr fat 19 year old...

Here's a cupcake heather bought for me. its really cute. chocolate with cream and tons of sprinkles. my teeth hurt but i still ate it.

(and here's han fen trying to eat my cake too. or kissing it, rather. maybe she wanted me to kiss her instead, eh? but NO! ME EAT CAKE!)

So here's me and the cupcake. ME EAT CAKE! NYOM NYOM NYOM! ME ATE HAN FEN (thats why she's not in the pic now. i ate her up.)

Just kidding. i wouldn't eat han fen. she's not filling enough. i love my bk quad stacker more.

so here's the picture of my cupcake with my "candle"

they decided to improvise and stuck in a cig for me instead. creativity at its finest.

... and here's a pic of me licking my cupcake. i love cream. mmm.... homer like cream...

Anyway, we also went for dinner together. heather was supposed to come along too, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE DISAPPEARED TO.
well we had fun. we ate a ton of ice cream. swensen's earthquake (did i rmb the name right?) its 8 flavours anyhoo. lotsa ice cream, lotsa smiles.

and this is from when i went for buffet dinner at the traders' hotel. (note the proper use of the apostrophe.)

there was this giant 50kg tuna they carved for sashimi. some ass put a lemon in its mouth so i decided to share lemons with the fish.

and this is when we went drinking.

L-R, fulin, william, chin ling, chit ming, selwyn, wilson.

i'm surprised so many turned up. pleasantly, in fact. it was lotsa fun.

even though my nose was runny and i was feverish.

Quick aside, beer is good for a fever. its cooling, and it makes you sweat off a fever.

and me and cm shared this mug. cost something like 30 bucks.

was 1 litre tho. and the beer was GOOD.

it looks small, but thats just my hand. i got a huge fist. and if any1 pisses me off i'd stick it up their ass.

lol.

anyway he got to keep the mug even tho it was my birthday.

scissors paper stone. the grand arbiter of justice.

and fair's fair.

anyway...

(before this turns boring)

i'll post up pics of my presents separately.

scootin' off!

M+M's- Blink 182

You and I should get away for awhile
I just want to be alone with your smile
Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car
We'll blast the stereo and we'll drive to Madagascar.

2008-11-28T10:32:00.002+08:00

i'm in robotics class now.
funny. this is supposed to be a robotics class and yet i haven't even touched a rcx yet.
the old geezer teaches this damn class like a maths class.
he manages to suck all life out of this.
this is really STUPID.

...a dn i'm in wisp now.
the flash bunch just walked in.
the bunch that dresses flash like their lives depend on it.

HAHAHA!

dystopia- kreator

All hail dystopia
Your parasite messiah never comes
All hail dystopia
God has died when war drags on and on

2008-11-25T16:25:00.002+08:00

i hate pr. pr is where people try to act all smart and cosmopolitan and say things like "christmas is the season of giving."
it is NOT!

christmas is a religious festival commemorating the birth of christ, that has been co-opted by vile capitalists into a poor excuse for people to get drunk, go out and buy things that they will never have any actual need for.

yep. buy more stuff. BUY MORE STUFF. fightterrorDEFENDFREEDOM so we can BUY MORE STUFF!

pr disgusts me.

at least i get some time off to myself.
i never pay attention.
i try to sit alone so i can use my computer during lecture.
oh and i need to... drop the niggers at the swimming hole.

and anyway i think chin ling's gay now.
seriously.
it doesnt irk me that he's gay.
what irks me is that he's so firmly in the closet that it'd take a crowbar to pry him out.
seriously.

i mean if he's gay he should at least admit it.
now he doesnt have an excuse for dressing (and acting) like one.

hehe. oh and chin ling still owes me 13 bucks.
he returned me 10 that day, but still owes me 13.
all the way from when beng went to army.
long liao hor?
mofo.

Baby Punchers- Leftöver Crack
(Rant by Jello Biafra)

The new world order reeks of dying empire odor,
and changing the channel wont make that go away.

As the veneer of democracy fades away,
as the world down-sizes until it explodes,
as the shanty-towns piled behind the malls become visible,
as the savages on the other side of the wall break through,
as everybody from gun-crazy militias to anti-immigrant nazis
to fundamentalist child-raping christians to gangsta rappers to community activists
to working families just struggling to put food on the table,
all mad at the same thing:
your SUV; me, me, me;
"mission accomplished"; BRING 'EM ON!;
buy more stuff, BUY MORE STUFF!
fight terror, DEFEND FREEDOM so you can BUY MORE STUFF!
The false illusion of the world is GOING DOWN, MOTHERFUCKERS!

2008-11-19T14:02:00.002+08:00

meh. lemme dissect my latest failure.

1) Now she swats backyard butterflies
when she feels like fire in her eyes.

(Petrina felt this was a metaphor for masturbation so i wrote about this kinda stuff. bad call. i'm no good at it.)

The passion in her loins.
Brews hotter and hotter.
Craving for the touch of some stranger danger.

(I like stranger danger. wicked in a malevolent way, yet suggestive of innocence. i hate the rest though. neither literal nor abstract. weak.)

Forget the dates.
She wants to be raped.
The slut wants to feel some hot seed spurt in her.

(Transition between metaphor and literalness is too abrupt. should have stuck with one or the other.)

2) Their vague features and inconstant touch
are posed like ripples in a pond.

(This part immediately brought to mind this image.

so i wrote the rest of the poem to follow suit. went decently.)

As a rapier strikes through my mind
The hallowed eyes burn through my soul
A sigil-marked avatar of truth.

Questioning.

(i like how the last line is disjoint. helps underscore the boldness of the word. adds emphasis to the previous paragraph.)

3. Like the colonies of the empire.
We are but mercenaries for hire.

Lust for battle, we have not.
Doesn’t matter when we’re bought.
We charge into the fray for the highest bidder.

Fight for greed or fight for need.
We slay your children, our own to feed.

(Lame poem. couldn't think of how to write it. and it was my last one. funny enough it kept reminding me of in flames. i hate this poem.)

4. Even then he was in some ways invisible,
At the wheel, anonymous as a spectre.

The craft held fast against the waves.
Timber strong as a hulk.
Holding the ship fast.

Even through the curse of the albatross the captain stood stoic.
On its eternal ship to nowhere.

(I wrote this about the rime of the ancient mariner. i like it though my lecturer found it cheesy. he didn't like how i repeated the word fast. i didn't even notice it. must pay more attention to detail next time.)

5. Maples ignite beneath the black damp fog
Like fireflies in the night.

Marking out the sign of the pentagram.
The light comes forth, cutting through the night.

Raising the master, the lord of flies.
Slay the Christians and hear their cries.

(He didn't like it due to the last line. but i felt it was descriptive. a bit too literal though.)

6. She is doing her job,
Like bagging groceries at a store.
Working like a drone in a bee’s hive.

(He didnt like the last line there. all i can say was that i was pressed for time.)

Her humble existence reeks of the mundane.
And she’d actually rather be insane.
Than stuck with the inane.

(he didn't like the rhyming. it was suitable, i say. just not for this particular poem.)

She longs for her white-clad prince.
Riding forth on a thunderous charger.

But woe betide her, she had to wince.
Raped by her incestuous father.

(i love the twist and rhyming. the last line really comes out of nowhere.)

7. Like a lion cage at feeding time
The crunch of maggots ring through the night.
Leaking from the cunt of the recently departed.

The necrophiliac feasts on his prey.
Under the light of the freezing moon.

Rotting skin and ivory bones
Erect the penis of the wicked predator.
Thrusting forth to meet his urges.
Ruptures the intestines of the victim.

A dead baby.

(same technique here. twist at the end. like it too. lecturer thinks its freaky though. not really surprisingly.)

8. You think you’ve understood
the tone of their sentences – disbelief
or wonder, then resignation –
as if.

(he liked how i turned as if from a simile into a statement. i like it too.)

Their smiles belie their intentions.
A blindfold hiding truth from your eyes

Fuck your wife.
She’s wasted your life.
All she deserves is the blade of a knife.

(Crude. uninspired.)

Chelsea smile’s what she needs.
Filthy slut, a whore for greed.
On her knees devouring seed.

(like the second line. nothing else.)

9. in some grove
some municipal greensward
chewing a leaf
that has left him stoned
as a spaceman in a Hollywood basement.

(i like this line. so did he. good for me i guess. oh and this whole poem's inspired by the red hot chili peppers.)

In his eyes are heavenly constellations.
Spangles of honey stars in milky skies
Brought by Hoffman’s sweet emancipation.

(acid reference. i like the language. very flowery.)

Today must be bicycle day.
He sweetly slips away,
Smiles come to a face ash grey

The train has left the station.

(he dies. and this is underscored by the last line. i like it.)

10. It spins like a black hole into oblivion
Living on jacky d’s, marleys and cocaine.
A pitiful life wasted to the wrong religion.

The sinner craves for the sweet touch of Mr. Brownstone.
Curled up, pale and shivering
A cold sweat runs down his spine.
He passes out of a life wasted.

A life barely worth living.

(bad poem. lame and too direct.)

Carousel- Blink 182

I talk to you every now and then
I never felt so alone again
I stop to think at a wishing well
My thoughts send me on a carousel

2008-11-17T22:18:00.002+08:00

... and the replies for my bookpub poetry is taking a while to come back.
unfortunately.
i always look forward to reading his comments.
his comments are always complimentary.
its good for my morale i suppose.
i enjoy reading his comments even though he probably says everyone's work is near perfect or summat, actually.

anyway, i got something funny...
funny quote i guess.

"if you're fat, exercise.
if you're fat and don't wanna exercise, dont eat so much.
If you're fat, dont wanna exercise and wanna eat a lot, you're selwyn.

AND...
if you're fat, dont wanna exercise and wanna eat a lot, DONT ACT CUTE!"

lol. not that i act cute, but... its funny, k?

Breed- Nirvana

Even if you have
Even if you need
I dont mean to stare
We dont have to breed
We can plant a house
We can build a tree
I dont even care
We could have all three.

2008-11-15T13:07:00.001+08:00

http://www.magazine13.com/bizzare-oddities/worlds-most-disturbing-bottle-babies.html

check this out. major cool, eh?
really interesting stuff.

reminds me of mengele.

By The way- Red Hot Chili Peppers

Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And there's a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there...

2008-11-14T23:02:00.001+08:00

More Poetry i did for school

1. Now she swats backyard butterflies
when she feels like fire in her eyes.

The passion in her loins.
Brews hotter and hotter.
Craving for the touch of some stranger danger.

Forget the dates.
She wants to be raped.
The slut wants to feel some hot seed spurt in her.

2. Their vague features and inconstant touch
are posed like ripples in a pond.

As a rapier strikes through my mind
The hallowed eyes burn through my soul
A sigil-marked avatar of truth.

Questioning.

3. Like the colonies of the empire.
We are but mercenaries for hire.

Lust for battle, we have not.
Doesn’t matter when we’re bought.
We charge into the fray for the highest bidder.

Fight for greed or fight for need.
We slay your children, our own to feed.

4. Even then he was in some ways invisible,
At the wheel, anonymous as a spectre.

The craft held fast against the waves.
Timber strong as a hulk.
Holding the ship fast.

Even through the curse of the albatross the captain stood stoic.
On its eternal ship to nowhere.

5. Maples ignite beneath the black damp fog
Like fireflies in the night.

Marking out the sign of the pentagram.
The light comes forth, cutting through the night.

Raise the master, the lord of flies.
Slay the Christians and hear their cries.

6. She is doing her job,
Like bagging groceries at a store.
Working like a drone in a bee’s hive.

Her humble existence reeks of the mundane.
And she’d actually rather be insane.
Than stuck with the inane.

She longs for her white-clad prince.
Riding forth on a thunderous charger.

But woe betide her, she had to wince.
Raped by her incestuous father.

7. Like a lion cage at feeding time
The crunch of maggots ring through the night.
Leaking from the cunt of the recently departed.

The necrophiliac feasts on his prey.
Under the light of the freezing moon.

Rotting skin and ivory bones
Erect the penis of the wicked predator.
Thrusting forth to meet his urges.
Ruptures the intestines of the victim.

A dead baby.

8. You think you’ve understood
the tone of their sentences – disbelief
or wonder, then resignation –
as if.

Their smiles belie their intentions.
A blindfold hiding truth from your eyes

Fuck your wife.
She’s wasted your life.
All she deserves is the blade of a knife.

Chelsea smile’s what she needs.
Filthy slut, a whore for greed.
On her knees devouring seed.

9. in some grove
some municipal greensward
chewing a leaf
that has left him stoned
as a spaceman in a Hollywood basement.

In his eyes are heavenly constellations.
Spangles of honey stars in milky skies
Brought by Hoffman’s sweet emancipation.

Today must be bicycle day.
He sweetly slips away,
Smiles come to a face ash grey

The train has left the station.

10. It spins like a black hole into oblivion
Living on jacky d’s, marleys and cocaine.
A pitiful life wasted to the wrong religion.

The sinner craves for the sweet touch of Mr. Brownstone.
Curled up, pale and shivering
A cold sweat runs down his spine.
He passes out of a life wasted.

A life barely worth living.

I will Kill you- Cannibal Corpse

Choke on your vomit
You watch your hands cut off
Then your legs

The one that you betrayed
Will kill you this way

2008-11-12T11:52:00.002+08:00

fuck. i think my external hard drive spoil. i was playing diablo and it just conked out.
now it cant connect.
i plug it in.
the light is on but nothing happens.
it doesnt load.
fucking bull.

Twist of Cain- Danzig

Blood
Like a crimson highway
Spreading out
From his forehead to the ground

2008-11-11T23:24:00.001+08:00

this is my assignment on 1 line poems.

1. “Cliff”
4-stringed virtuoso, trapped under bus.

(This is not about a literal cliff. This is about former bassist of Metallica, Cliff Burton.
He was tragically killed when a bus he was in skidded and he ended up crushed by it. I rendered it “trapped under bus” to reference the Metallica song “Trapped Under Ice.”)

2. “The Middle Is”
Middle kingdom holds the reigns of the present.

3. Jacket Truth
Potent cocktail of Newspeak and Doublethink.

(This is intended to convey the idea that truth cannot be palatably served with uniformity while remaining truth)

4. Box Spider
Is this gladiator, too, Spartacus?

(This is a reference to the movie Spartacus (Directed by Stanley Kubrick) a famous scene included nearly every gladiator claiming to be Spartacus as a show of solidarity with the real Spartacus.)

5. Lace
Crude pastiche of romance, ripped in lust.

(This is a reference to the “bodice-ripper” genre of fiction.)

6. The not-so little Prince
B612-Prime (Baobab trees not uprooted!)

(This is a reference to how the little prince on asteroid B612 had to uproot baobab trees as his asteroid was so small that any trees would cause it to crumble. The baobab trees in the original stories could be seen as metaphors representing divergent ideals. Hence this would represent B612-Prime as an intellectual utopia.)

7. One Slipper
The ultimate communist- useless alone.

8. Death
Sweet kiss of true bliss, ending this grotesque travesty.

9. Prison
Am I my brother’s keeper?

(This biblical quote is given new meaning in this context. It intends to point out that prison wardens are but proxies for us in society. We are hence indirect opressors of fellow citizens unjustly punished. It is meant to cause people to search their consciences about this.)

10. Snow
Cruel ashen cowl garrotes mother Gaia

(As everyone writes of winter as a thing of beauty, I decided to take the counterpoint and point out how it snuffs out)

Dawn of victory- Rhapsody

For Ancelot
the ancient cross of war
for the holy town of gods
Gloria, gloria perpetua
in this dawn of victory

2008-11-11T23:23:00.001+08:00

the prism distills the callous lies 
dissects and rends your words of spite
eyeglass of truth, bringer of light 
it shall seek the truth you hide

2008-11-07T11:33:00.001+08:00

i had dinner with john foo last night.
they threw away helen and replaced her with a new helen.
i miss helen already.

oh and i lost my laptop but it sucked so badly that the person couldnt use it and returned it haha.

Violent revolution- Kreator
Nothing can take the horror from me
Your sick world the loss of all morality

2008-10-29T22:11:00.002+08:00

watch this.

apparently its a song by some metalcore band.
i'm not surprised because its a fuckin' joke.
ok. listen to it.
i admit, opening riff is decent (aside from the cheesy GO THUNDERHAWKS! part)
once the vocals come in it start cracking me up.
and watch the video.
wow.
its you got served meets metalcore.
its fuckin' bullshit.
cracks me up always.

and whats with the hip thrusts in the beginning?

and come to think of it.

i cant fucking stand 1234543212345 breakdowns in a song.

fucking pisses me off.

and this is why i hate metalcore.

...and i need to shit.

The stench of redemption- Deicide

Dead and gone, you and the hatred
Ignorance, is searing in failure
What is what, will always be questioned,
You're the one who lives in deception

2008-10-29T21:41:00.002+08:00

you know what?
i was reading this wiki article on hitler and vegetarianism.
lemme quote a bit off it.

In an attempt to disgust dinner guests and provoke them into shying away from meat, he reportedly told graphic stories of visits he had made to a slaughterhouse in the Ukraine. Food writer Bee Wilson notes: "It amused him to spoil carnivorous guests' appetites... As they put their forks down in disgust, he would harangue them for hypocrisy. 'That shows how cowardly people are,' he would say. 'They can't face doing certain horrible things themselves, but they enjoy the benefits without a pang of conscience.'"

i agree, actually.
(honestly, in some ways hitler was even likeable)
i don't think people should be given the privilege to eat meat unless they have the scruples to slaughter and dress the animal for themselves if so required.
unless they can readily admit they would be perfectly willing to kill to eat... they are but hypocrites.

watch this video.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-513747926833909134
its the PETA meet your meat video.
would you be willing to watch this while eating meat?

in a way i'm saying i admire vegetarians who take up vegetarianism for these reasons.
it is their decision, and it is not my place to judge it.

we would like to see most of the human race killed off because it is unworthy; it is unworthy of the gift of life.
Antichristian Phenomenon- Behemoth

2008-10-28T22:51:00.002+08:00

you know, i'm fucking fed up with people who invite me to join facebook or stuff like that.
listen up.
breaking news.
I AM NOT GONNA JOIN FACEBOOK.
I DONT GIVE A FUCK WHO HAS.
I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF EVERYONE HAS.
I WONT GIVE A FUCK EVEN IF JELLO BIAFRA HIMSELF INVITED ME TO JOIN.
FACEBOOK IS FOR TRENDY FUCKWADS ANYWAY.
i hope everyone understands my point.

thing is...
i dont see anything that interests me in this concept.
i dont like the fundamental idea behind social networking sites.
ie. i do not like the concept of social networking.
i don't even like talking to people too much in real life already.
what makes anyone fucking think i would want to be barraged by the presence of others in my leisure time.

you know what?
maybe i should carry on the thing where i dont talk.

No guts, no glory- Bolt Thrower

Swallow no pride, strength from inside
Still driving on, second to none

2008-10-28T09:09:00.001+08:00

you know... ever thought about how life could've been different if you did stuff differently?
as in... how some minor detail could've totally changed the course of your life?
its kinda interesting to think about it actually.
and sometimes i wish i had made those choices instead.
i wonder where my life would've ended up instead.

who knows maybe i would've been some useless piece of shit party boy instead?
nah. i wouldn't, unless i was rich.
damn.

come to think of it i usually hate rich people.
yeah.
dont usually get along with rich people.
come to think of it i dont usually get along with people, rich or poor.
but then again thats another story.
so... yeah.
why i dont like hanging with rich people.
rich people tend to treat me as their odd job worker.
they might like... ask me to be their ad hoc delivery boy.
i suppose its not that they ask me to.
i mean...
lotsa people do that.
i myself offer.
its the way they ask i suppose.
i dunno.

anyway, rich people always like being in control.
when you hang with rich people you know you'll never get to do what you want.

some days i prefer hanging out with myself.
like when i did the quiet time thing.
it felt kinda good, so maybe i'll do it every once in a while from now on.
it'll give me time to focus.

rime of the ancient mariner- Iron Maiden

Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere but nary a drop to drink.

Where's Johnny?

2008-10-23T21:25:00.002+08:00

new skin i guess.
like it?
listen to the songs.
i like them.
mostly ska, some ska punk and a bit of punk.

Punkhouse- Screeching weasel.

If you need a place to stay
Welcome to the punk house
It's a party every day
Living in a punk house
Stay awhile and sit and smoke a cigarette
La la la la
Thers's always something happening here
when you're in a punk house
Cheap food and even cheaper beer
Are always in a punk house
Jump up and down, dance on the couch
Stuff a potato in your mouth
La la la
Life goes by way too fast
To spend it working for somebody else
It don't make any sense
If you like it here why don't you stay
Don't wanna work? Well that's O.K.
Cause no-one else here wants to get a real job
Come on down, hang out with us
Hang out at a punk house
Don't mind all the filth and grime and muck
Cause it's just a punk house
Spaghetti stains on the walls
And creepy insects in the halls
We'll have a ball
Young and dirt poor and having fun
And we're never growing up

god i need to get then fuck out of here.

2008-10-21T20:16:00.002+08:00

i'm gonna try something. call it a social experiment if you must.
aside from anything work related or other like situations where i have no choice,
i wont talk until friday's end.

i'm kinda sick of talking, in a way.

wish me luck.

Genocidal tendencies- Leftöver Crack
Don't think, just take a look and see
our genocidal tendencies
will get you in the end
you'll be killing your best friend
you think that you're immune
but you will change your tune
it's buried deep inside
your thirst for genocide.

2008-10-21T17:06:00.001+08:00

jesus was a hippie.

2008-10-21T15:31:00.002+08:00

you know i wish i could drop out of life and into a desert island.
i'd eat what i find there and all.
i'd enjoy it.
and unlike the idiots on lost i'd run around naked all the time.
or at least in a loincloth.

heh.
selwyninaloincloth
selwyninaloincloth
selwyninaloincloth
SELWYNINALOINCLOTH!

now try getting that out of your mind.

anyway, i wish i could be a hippie.
kinda.
turn on my mind.
tune in to music.
drop out of life.

then i wouldnt be getting bull every step of the way.
hell, i could become a hippie.
i already dont bathe that much, have long hair and listen to weird music such as the grateful dead, jimi hendrix and grand funk railroad.
its a start i guess.

look at this btw.

to be honest i dont even mind being vegetarian and all if it meant getting away from all this shit.
there's too much of that in this world already.
we need someone to change the world.
all we need is...

Patience- GnR
all it takes is patience
just a little patience
is all you need

2008-10-19T16:20:00.001+08:00

i wonder... how it would feel like to die.
what would it feel like to know that life is slowly slipping away?

i wonder... what it would be like to hang myself.
would it feel like what i think it would?

i wonder... what it would feel like to fly.
to soar above the mortals and feel like a god.

i wonder... how it would like to be deified.
to have millions of people in awe of me.

i wonder... how it would feel like to rot.
to see my own flesh decay and fall off in front of my own eyes.

i wonder... how it would feel like to not bathe for a week.
it would feel strangely surreal. and liberating.

i wonder... what it would feel like to go insane.
that would probably be... the epitome of freedom.
everyone talks about metaphorical freedoms.
yet why dont they believe that the greatest prison is sanity?
the constraints of our mind limit us most.

i wonder... would anyone else find it funny to fly to north korea and eat a fucking awesome meal while watching the peasants starve to death?
what would they look like? what expressions would be on their faces?

i wonder... what it would feel like to kill?
i think it would feel... liberating. and amusing.

anyway, i'm planning to watch this movie called mordum.
who is willing to watch it with me?
preferably some1 squeamish?
its kinda like cannibal holocaust, so william would get a copy.

oh and i'm kinda starting to like cock and ball torture.
still think the lyrics are stupid.
but i like the vocals. they sound like a clogged toilet bowl.
its interesting.

Decency defied- Cannibal Corpse

Torn from your body, removed while you scream
Dissect to collect, my blade now reams
Pieces of flesh lie side by side
Worn on my body or put on display

2008-10-18T14:27:00.001+08:00

what if... i was dead and went to heaven.
then i could look down and see everyone, and be at peace.
what if... i died.
would anyone miss me?
what if... i had a purpose in life.
would life really be be different?
what if... i had a million bucks.
would i be better or worse off?
what if... i could go to gigs everyday.
would i be forever happy?
what if... i wasn't a clown?

what if... i was a raindrop.
would it hurt to fall so far?
what if... i was living a simpler life on a desert island?
would it be more fulfilling?
what if... there wasn't a hole in my head?

November Rain- GnR

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

2008-10-17T23:37:00.002+08:00

...and the motley crue concert was yesterday.
it was fucking amazing.
amazing how i'm always kinda reluctant to pay up and go.
but always feel its worth it.
but... yeah.
it sure fucking was worth it.

it really sucks now its over.
kinda miss it already.
this is fucking shit.
it all is.

Home sweet home- motley crue.

You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low
Just when things went right
Doesn't mean they're always wrong
Just take this song and you'll never feel
Left all alone

2008-10-10T22:23:00.002+08:00

... and i've finished my 2nd attachment.
finished at 10 this morning lah. 10 last night to the morning.
12 hours or so.
everyday.
for about 30 days.
(somebody fucking HELP ME!)

anyway, the 8th was decent. shot from 9 am to midnight.
then joe cooked pepper crab and prawns.
he's a great cook.
he should stop being a gaffer and set up a restaurant instead.
anyway... yep.
pepper crab+beer is great.

today was tiring, but at least its all over.
now i got my money (most of it.)
money wise this's been good for an attachment.
550 for september+ 162 for september.
late night taxi fare covered, food covered.
so i save a lot.
i got around 700 now, they still owe me 162.
motley crue here i come!

(oh and btw heather have you listened to saints of los angeles?)

She Wolf- Megadeth

One look in her lusting eyes
Savage fear in you will rise
Teeth of terror sinking in
The bite of the she-wolf.

2008-09-18T22:43:00.002+08:00

well Vk quit lah...
i've no idea exactly why.
he said its because his parents dont like him coming home late so much.
but i think its because he cant take the work.
maybe its too stressful for him.
maybe its too tiring for him.
no idea.

anyway, was at salvation army the other day to pick up some furniture for the house.
they were playing gold 90.5.
i stopped to listen because they were playing journey.
strangely enough, i enjoyed the other songs.
premature aging i guess.

and after work tml boss brought us to ceejay's at east coast for dinner. he blanja lah.
i nv even knew there was 1 there, but it looks great.
and so after dinner there was some restaurant next to it with a 2 person acoustic set.
were playing some rather cool songs.
tears in heaven,
have you ever seen the rain.
requested and got stairway to heaven lah.
singer's voice was good, but his diction wasnt.

so... yeah.
conclusive proof that i'm ahead of my time i guess?

Have you ever seen the rain- Creedence Clearwater Revival

Someone told me long ago there's a calm before the storm,
I know. its been comin' for some time
When its over, so they say, it'll rain a sunny day,
I know. shinin' down like water.

2008-09-13T13:18:00.002+08:00

i'm kinda at home at last.
i took leave off today.
half a day.
it sucks, because less work today means double work tml.
especially since the painting isnt done yet.
and the floor's still fucked up.
needs washing, THEN varnishing.
apparently varnish works the same as lacquer.
it cant be done in humidity.
with the weather nowadays we're kinda stuck.

so it kinda is shit that i took leave.
was supposed to go out and celebrate fabian's birthday.
but apparently shit hit the fan,
so if any1 who knows about this and is reading this, SCREW YOU MOTHERFUCKS.
now i've got to do tons of shit tml.
hopefully vk is productive today.

oh ok.
who am i kidding.
no supervision.
nobody watching him to correct his mistakes.
i'll probably have to go around touching up after him tml.

my blog's kinda become too personal now.
it wasnt the original idea.
thats boring, i know.
i'll stop it soon.
its just that work's hard and i need somewhere to vent.

it doesnt matter.
at least im being... rather productive here.
i'd rather be a hobo than a bum, in a way.

oh yeah.
OI OI OI!
(yes, i fucking love Oi. or at least the non racialist Oi Bands.)

We're coming back!- Cock Sparrer

Don't get worried, don't get scared
We're fighting to get there
Never doubt we're gonna get through
We're gonna run, we're gonna crawl
Kick down every wall
It won't be long
We're coming back to you

2008-09-12T23:40:00.002+08:00

and so i got this "job" as an art assistant.
not really a job.
kinda like a 2nd attachment.
or maybe slave labour.
doesnt matter tho.
if it means tickets to watch motley crue.
and a bit of experience.

i hate working with VK.
he has a very... poor attitude towards our working conditions.
he shies away from manual labour as much as possible and from working extended hours.
i don't really enjoy working with him.
i enjoy meeting the various workmen and asking them about their jobs tho.

thats all i've been doing.
not very happy, tbh.

maybe i'll blog more when i'm free.
it isnt often tho.
i work everyday, usually 9-8 or something similar.
i wish i wasnt so lonely here.
or i had light earphones so i could listen to my ipod comfortably while i work.

Alt Lys Svunnet Hen- Dimmu Borgir

Alt har svartnet
Alt lys er svunnet hen
Lødig trer vi nå inn i Riket
I minne om at våre spor blir fulgt

2008-09-05T00:51:00.002+08:00

i'm now listening to this taiwanese black metal band called chthonic.
i like how they pair harsh vocals and guitars (like used by most traditional BM bands)
with thin, traditional chinese vocals.
you know when there's horror movies and this ghost gal has her long hair over her face it and starts combing it while singing in this high, thin voice?
thats the voice.
and that was a long sentence, eh?

yeah so anyway, they also use the erhu and keyboards.
their music's very... layered.
very rich in texture.
not unlike a bar of fruit and nut chocolate.
or maybe a gigantic, hard, rough shit that refuses to come out.

but anyway, cthtonic. (no, i've no idea how to pronounce it. i think its ss-tonic or summat.)
i stole their album free off radio heatwave.
(seriously, they were dumping in in long term storage. i doubt they even played it once, seeing that it was released in 2005.)
so far i say that this album's being put to good use in my possession.
more so than in theirs anyway.

anyway, jumping topic to heatwave.
i think its kinda fucked up that they receive so much music, including from independent artistes.
yet they dont play it.
the artistes kinda expect them to promote a bit (at least) in exchange for the album...
so at least respect them and give it 1 or 2 plays.
no, i'm not stabbing in the dark.
some stuff i stole was still wrapped.

Future world- Helloween

we all live in future world
A world thats full of love
Our future life will be glorious
Come with me - future world

2008-08-28T15:04:00.002+08:00

types of movies i like.

you know... there are some kinds of movies i like and some i dont.

1) Dystopian settings.
i like dystopian settings. i like the feel of such settings.
they're... to me they're an analogy, so as to speak.
as in... a cautionary tale of how the world might turn out in the future given the right combination of events.

2)rules that make sense.
i like a world... with rules.
then everything isn't totally possible.
there's still some twisted form of logic to keep the world from being totally everything-is-possible.
thats why i like batman more than superman.
batman's still a human being.
an incredibly rich one with cool gadgets.
but superman?
once, he grabbed the earth and spun it backwards to reverse time.
suspension of disbelief can only work for SO long.

3)movies with lots of pop culture references and meta jokes, especially those i can understand.
i like it when there's a joke and only i get it.
it makes me feel special.
like for example in one episode of the simpsons.
bart tricked the church organist into playing inna gadda da vida.
eventually she dropped dead out of sheer exhaustion.
every1 laughed, because she died.
but for me there was an added element poking fun at that song, because its incredibly long.
so i found it funny on another level as well.

4)movies with soundtracks featuring songs i like, or at least 1.
i dunno. i just like it.
like i enjoyed that movie balls of fury because of the def leppard soundtrack (partially)
and i liked iron man because they played black sabbath and Ac/Dc in the movie.

i generally like it when there're things i recognise in the movie, actually.

5)movies with a plot based on real events, especially historical events.
stuff like old war movies.
stalag17. the great escape.
i like those movies.
its fine if i watch them at home, because they're usually around 3 hours long.
yup. a long time ago people actually had the patience.
its the kinda movie i watch alone.

oh yah.
i found this pic. here heather. you'll like this.

Indians- Anthrax
We all see black and white
When it comes to someone elses fight
No one ever gets involved
Apathy can never solve

2008-08-23T18:14:00.002+08:00

oh well.
there's gonna be some new course coming up.
some chinese course that "borrows" fms's equipment.

its chinese media and communications.
and i think its a BAD idea.

this's 1 argument against it thats wrong, firsthand.

In addition, CMC is almost a replica of MCM, except that it is taught in Mandarin. Isn’t CMC redundant since Mass Communications students can do a Presentation in Chinese elective in their third year?

look.
i'm doing a book writing elective next semester. but that doesnt make me hemmingway.
i hope people understand this.

anyway, its really ridiculous to have this new course.
fms cannot already support yet another course using our equipment.
already, our equipment is out dated, over used and not in top condition.
there's not enough equipment and too many idiots borrowing them.
the TSO's taking care of the equipment are overworked and thus the equipment is often not in top condition.

oh yah.
you know why the TSO's are overworked?
there's this stupid chapman uni thing coming in soon.
and there's a proposal about a proposed ibp conglomerate.
yep.
in these all the lecturers are trying to push their own agenda without caring about what their decisions would actually do.

about the proposed conglomerate.
i feel it is a bad idea.
i understand the need to have the various IBPs working together.
then we can like help each other out.
but the thing is, we only want help when it is required.
i feel that the idea of a conglomerate will encourage reliance on others and reduce creative freedom.

for EXAMPLE, if the label decided to promote a punk band, having to work with external designers (within the conglomerate) would add an extra element of unfamiliarity.
the designers would likely not be familiar with their style.
extend this to an entire marketing team.
now imagine black flag being marketed like simple plan, because they're "both punk" from the marketing team's perspective.

and anyway, the way lecturers try to push their own agendas?
that fucking sickens me.
i recall a certain bald guy (who froths at the mouth when he talks too much)
yapping at the heels of a certain mabel
funny how 1 promotion can turn people into mental slaves.

ao anyway, i find the very idea ridiculous.
yes, the chinese media industry may be emerging in the long run.
yet that will make chs redundant, no?
i feel they should just revise the syllabus of chs.
not create 1 more course.

anyway, tell me honestly.
are you sick of china people?

cont'd in next post i guess.

Hangar 18- Megadeth

Military intelligence
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