Truth. The Absolute Truth.
Was bored, thus googled stuff on Marilyn Manson and Twiggy Ramirez, found this lines that I wanted to share with you, especially those bigotted ignorant people that included many parents.
The bottom line is that Marilyn Manson are not infecting the children, they are informing them. The world is not a place conducive to naiveté. "Well, that's why parents get so angry at bands like us because we give away the big secret. You go and raise a child and you don't want them to know the truth, so you go and hide them and shelter from everything instead of helping them."
School's OUT!!! However, queer enough, I ain't feeling too happy or anything emotionally strong.
Ack, this is weird. Am I starting to like this simple blogskin? It looks clean and normal for the first time of its lifespan.
Ah wells, I am sleepy in such a nice afternoon of PSI level 11, no way. I need to get out! =(
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Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Don't be mistaken
Don't be mistaken that yours truly has lost all of her desires to adorn her journal with gothic (as laypeople would say) imagery and darkness. For I am, or rather, my blog is currently undergoing a revamp (yet again) hiatus. Whilst I immerse myself in the grimest of all grim task of searching or attempting to create a decent blogskin that would satisfy my insatisfiable lust for picturesque perfection.
Behold the new blogskin, people.
Ah crap, I forgot to save my list of links. Now I have to put myself in utmost torture of consolidating all of them from their graves. Bleh.
In the meantime, bear with this spartan blogskin.
Your Relentless Nemesis of All Things Dark, LingNemesis 25th October 06 AD
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I got promoted to JC2 with a overall score of 47 upon 80, clinching a second place in my class which would be called 2S03 from tomorrow onwards. Now I am confused of my path once again. Ugh.
Bleh. Will update more when I feel more alive. Laters, motherfuckers.
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Alright, today's Hari Raya, and it's a public holiday. How wonderful, isn't it? But I question myself, "Why am I indoors on a day like this?!" Especially when the haze has been eradicated, at long last, or at least, temporarily. I need to get out... Ugh.
On other things, I have been reading Friedrich Nieztsche's Ecce Homo, and I must comment that he's really a great thinker, considering he's from the pro-conservative era where thoughtcrime could get you tied up on a stick and burnt condemned as a heretic. Applaud, Herr Nieztsche.
Let me be a generous entity and provide you with an excerpt: "If I wage war on Christianity I have a right to do so, because I have never experienced anything disagreeable or frustrating from that direction - the most serious Christians have always been well disposed towards me. I myself, an opponent of Christianity de rigueur, am far from bearing a grudge against the individual for what is the fatality of millennia." pg 18.
Can I cue the listening audience for a long-overdue standing ovation for Nieztsche? =D
On related things, I think from all the ''dark'' influences in my short life of 17 years have accumlated so much that there's really no way out. The only non-related thing I have found a liking is Billy Gilman, but he has real talent. Heh. Otherwise, it will be all cold, dank, unrelenting inputs in my life; metal music, horror movies, horror novels, nihilistic philosophy. Ack, I have no idea why as well. Ah wells, I like it this way.
On other things yet again, 2 more days of school for my JC1 life! I am delighted at the prospect of resuming my vampire timezone schedule of sleeping at 3 - 4 am and waking in the noon the next day. Equally am I gleeful at the fact that I am getting rid *for good* of the irritating subject called Project Work, as it is constantly gyrating on my nerves. I so wish to maim and decapitate it in the most cruel ways ever imagined up by the human mind. Weird enough, I am not finding chinese such an abhorrent now, partially because it requires less amounts of studying, and also I find it more fulfilling with the fact that my JC chinese grade is better than my sec 4 one.
On random notes, I really wish I am in a coma or something similar. This world isn't the best place to be in. Oh hell, just let me be in a state of non-sensation for 2 weeks, I am grateful enough. Plus, I am waiting for my Subway Friends Card to fill up, of which it lacks just one more stamp. Thereafter, I could have an entirely free sandwich! Yay! Hahaha.
Oh I was checking the calender some minutes ago, it's 24th October. Which means 7 days to All Hallow's Eve or more commonly known as Halloween or Satan's rumoured Spawnday. =) Which also means I have less than 2 weeks to prepare for A Level Chinese and to unleash my speech upon the unsuspecting accessors for the Oral *wink* Presentation. Which also means 2 more months to Christmas Eve *wink again* *gifts*! And the mark of 2 years in flourishing!
I COULD NOT WAIT ONE SECOND LONGER! VöLKERBALL! Wheee!
That artwork has made my week! Rammstein never fails to amaze me. [I have stopped breathing now, too excited]
The whole nimes concert: Reise Reise Links 2 3 4 Keine Lust Feuer Frei Asche zu Asche Morgenstern Mein Teil Stein um Stein Los du Riechst So Gut Benzin Du Hast Sehnsucht Amerika Rammstein Sonne Ich Will Ohne Dich Stripped
Thornography Despite much talk accusing the selling out of Suffolk's metal band, Cradle of Filth, I have decided to remain a filthest Order of The Dragon devotee, much to my reputation of Cradle of Filth Whore, and gotten myself their latest opus to date, Thornography.
Though lacking in vocal prowess on the part of Count Dani and the eye-pleasing display of wordplay, I must say I ain't *too* disappointed with this latest installment. Off the 12 tracks this ritual offers, I am utmostly satisfied with Tonight in Flames, Libertina Grimm, The Bryonic Man, Cetemetry and Sundown, and Under Huntress Moon. And I am equally, or not more, disgusted at their rendition of Temptation. It irks me off totally.
An analysis of how the whole album sounds here, Thornography departs what Midian or Nymphetamine offers: keyboards. The guitars takes centre stage, ripping your hungry earwalls off in their relentless barrage of assualt. Drums are prominent, providing ample backbone for the entire album. Vocals... Let me see. It is expected that Dani has past his glory days of a strong, full, shrieky vocal strength. What now left is a reminisence of low growls and not-up-to-scratch high shrieks that he used to be able to pull off with ease. This album also lacks the orchestral grandeur that Damnation and a Day possesses, which is both good and bad. Somehow, Under Huntress Moon reminds me of a good old classic, A Gothic Romance from their earliest of album, Dusk and Her Embrace.
The narrated poetry by Pinhead Doug in their so-called first instrument track (She Mourned a Lengthening Shadow from their 1997 EP V Empire was their first, ignorant fools), Rise of The Pentragram, was suspense-building ableit somewhat cheesy and unfiting especially the 'Peter Pan" part. Oh Hell, Dani, get your muses back... =)
I have yet to inspect the lyric booklet and its contents. However, I sincerely hope that the standard is still in tact and that I will not be hugely disappointed. In Dani, we trust. Heh!
In brevity, if you are new to the cacophony of Cradle of Filth, I strongly recommend you into getting this record, as it is highly accessible and not to hard to stomach for beginners. For hardened Filth followers who sought pleasures in their earlier works, like Midian or Cruelty and The Beast, I would part you with a word of advice that this is merely to add some spice to your array of Cradle records that you might want to maintain.
I rate this 4 filthy virgins, motherfuckers!
Speaking of Cradle of Filth, it is amazing that I have already been an Order of Dragon devotee for more than 2 years now. I could still remember me picking up Nymphetamine off HMV 2 years ago and getting slightly appalled by the pictures of the nymphs in it. Subsequently, I went to acquire myself with their 2003 epic work, Damnation And A Day the very next day. Now the crazy Cradle of Filth luantic has a spanning collection of almost all their LP releases and their second DVD, Peace Through Superior Firepower. I am just lacking Principle of Evil Made Flesh, and Candid and Heavy Left Handed DVD.
Let's see, what's left in my long Wanted list.
Rammstein's Voelkerball DVD (HMV needs to bring in the Limited Edition)
I's Between Two Worlds CD
Hennah Ardent's Origins of Totalitarianism
Bathory's Death Fire Blood CD (the order of the words always confuses me)
Brian Herbert's Hunters of Dune
Dan and Dave's Winter Trilogy DVDs
Legalize Murder Movie DVD (of which I have to order overseas, which will cost a BITCH)
Now, some philanthrophist who happened to chanced upon this depressing blog, you have one more thing to accomplish. Set up a LingNemesis Fund. I need it! Haha!
Other than my material wants, I have been breathing pollutants for over a week, finished watching the whole fucking Viva La Bam, flourished, considering my switchover to Poly which is more or less confirmed, wanted to be famous, laughed like a rabid creature alone whilst watching the Don Vito Montage, sang numerous songs to myself and then found that I am somewhat talented at that craft, wanted to record an album before I turn 20, slept at an ungodly hour of 5.30AM and ate many meals of fast food.
Last of all, thank you all for reading this, motherfuckers!
I was looking at a couple of odd looking CDs on my desk a couple of minutes ago, then bored me decided to pop them into the laptop to see what's inside. I was overwhelmed with surprise! My old collection of songs!
I feel warm and fuzzy all over now. I listen to them, with a smile on my face, thinking how fast time has past. Jesus! I was already listening to Rammstein 5 years ago, when I was 12, year 2001! I am so amazed at myself! Haha.
I realised I have superb taste in music ever since I was young. There's no chinese pop crap at all. I am proud of myself. =D
There. A music milestone has just taken place. Slayer has officially invaded and desecrated Singapore's soil. The metal scene in Singapore never looked so promising. I feel so blessed by their presence in Singapore even though, to my shame, I didn't attend their performance. Slayer, you had made Singapore a better place to be in. Not forgetting the loyal metalheads all around Singapore as well. Such moumental happenings only increased my pride level of being a metalhead. 13th October, a date to be remembered.
It's really not easy for metalheads to stay together in such a place so devoid of metal as a community. Plus, all the shit being thrown at us and the bands we adore so much by the media and common folksman belief and ignorance, it's really a tough task for us, mere headbangers.
You must be wondering, what is my fucking point here.
Well, if anyone who thinks metal music as weirdo, loud, nonsensical music and parents who have kids who favours metal music, here's my little sermon to dispel your ignorance.
As being said above, yes, it is effort-taking of us to stay together and remain passionate in the culture we find it so comforting, despite all the adversities the society throw at us. Yes yes yes, label us as satanists, loners, punks, drop outs, outcasts, whatever. Hold petitions in vain to ban performances. Issue charges on musicians whose main aim are only to give their best of performances for their fans. Push the blame on musicians for their lyrics when murders happen. The list almost never ends. We don't care.
The harder you reject us. The harder the shit comes shooting back in your direction. In your face.
That line would have summed up what metal is about, in brevity.
We look cold, we look unfriendly, we look weird, we look utmostly hostile, almost untouchable. But the way we connect with each other is just pure amazing, almost magical. Have you, commoner, seen strangers coming up to each other saying, "Hey, nice shirt you have got there. Or nice boots!", then a friendship would have been established. You probably never.
That's how strong the headbanger bond is, much to the contrary of how callous we appear. It just gives me the warm and fuzzy feeling inside. It's almost like a religion, but I shan't go into that.
You parents just go on and rant about how we shouldn't listen to such loud, violent music. Let me question you, what does the everyday television or radio friendly music adovcate? The answers are sex, drinking, jealously, lust, greed for power, drugs, corny notions and brainless banter left, right and centre. It's just subtle, you just didn't notice it. Now. Metal and its culture focuses on going back to our roots, being ourselves, and believing in freewill, pouring out the sorrows of living (which is true, in this 21st century), nature (for black metal), telling lifestories of being oppressed and perhaps in the midst of all, question the listener on issues of the society. What is wrong with that?! Just because the imagery they protray and the explicit language they prefer to express themselves in, then they should be condemned to the deepest pits of Hades? By that, I could so predict their level of intelligence by this. This is absurd. I pause here to exhale a sign of lament.
Yes yes yes, continue to shove all the blames, all the stereotypes to us, yell at us to turn down the music/throw away the band shirts/stop buying the records, send us to church for re-education, oh yes, tell us, we will be smited and damned to Hell with no parole, push all the negativities in this entire globe to us. We will eat them all up, with no noise at all, we are the mute punching bags. We don't even retailiate when you throw a punch.
I am sick of this shit, let me just quote Marilyn Manson in one of his songs, "Repent, thats what Im talking about.", "Cut the head off, grows back hard". Giving up isn't in own agenda.
If you managed to finish reading this, thanks. I could feel you repenting now, if yes, I have made my point.
On less serious notes, 2006 has been a great year for the metal scene. With Progressive metal band, Dream Theater in Janurary. Norwegian Black Metal legends, Mayhem in February. Trash metal titans from the States, Slayer in October. And to end off this blasphemic year 06, we have Norwegian guitar star, Yngwie Malmsteen in November.
This is certainly a good omen.
Metalheads, may I call upon you to unfurl the flag of metal to all corners of Singapore and take pride! You are appreciated! We shall thrust the universal gesture, \m/ into the pungent air and turn up the volume of our stereos and pledge ourselves into a lifelong dedication to this lifestyle for it is supreme. The Metal Reich is coming!
I cannot be watching this. Never in my entire headbanging life. But, in reality, I am. Geez. The wires are out of place in my body.
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Due to much unforeseen circumstances, I dug up my old rap songs and became very amazed at myself being able to rap along after 4 years absence from rap! 0.0
I could pull this off! It's continous rapping in 3 minutes!
Eminem - Rabbit Run
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits, I feel like I’m surrounded by a wall of bricks, Everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss, My life’s like one great big ball of shit, If I could just put it all in all I spit, Instead I always try to swallow it, Instead of staring at this wall and shit, While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, Cant call it shit, all I know is I’m about to hit the wall, If I have to see another one of mom’s alchaholic fits, This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it, I ain’t dealing with another fucking politic, I’m like a stewin bubble in him, till it filters up, I’m about to kill it, I can feel it building up, Blow this building up, I’ve been sealed enough, My cup run it over I’ve been filled up, But then explosion bust and spills my guts, You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts, But I’m a show you what, you gonna feel my rush, You don’t feel it then it must be too real to touch, Feel to touch, I’m about to tear shit up, Goosebumps, yeah I’m make your hair sit up, Yeah sit up, I’m a tell you who I be, I’m make you hate me cause you ain’t me, You aint, it ain’t to late to finally see, What you close minded fucks were too blind to see, Whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee, Out this world and ain’t no one out there mind as me, You need peace of mind, well here’s a piece of mine, All I need’s a line but sometimes, I don’t always find the words to rhyme, To express how I’m really feeling at that time, Yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes, Its always me, how dark can these hallways be, The clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3, This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear) I’m desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest, Of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum, Cant think of nothing, fuck I’m stumped, But wait here comes something, Nope, it’s not good enough, scribbel it out, new pad, Krinkel it up and throw that shit out, I’m fisseling now thought I had figured it out, Ball’s in my court but I’m scared to dribbel it out, But I’m afraid, why am I afaid, why am I a slave to this trade, Sign that I’ll spit to the grave, real enough to rawl you up, What me to flip it I can rip it any style you want, I’m a switch, yeah a bitch, jimmy smith ain’t a quitter, I’m a sit here till I get enough, For me to finally hit a fucking boiling point, Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin bitch come get destroyed, An mc’s worst dream I make them tense since they hate me, See me and shake like a shangeling fence, By the looks of them you would swear yours was comming, By the scream of them you would swear I’m sawing something, By the way they running you would swear the law was coming, Its now or never tonight is all or nothing, Momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he’d be back, He pinky promised, I don’t think he’s honest, I be back baby I just got to beat this clock, Fuck this clock, I’m make them eat this watch, Dont believe me watch, I’m a win this race, And I’m a come back and rub my shit in your face, Bitch I found my neck, you gonna hear my voice, Till you sick of it you ain’t gonna have a choice, If I gotta scream till I have half a lung, If I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...
18.What are your tour plans for next year? What aren't our tour plans for next year? That would be easier to answer. Put it this way we are going to be doing a great deal of travelling both here in Europe and also over in the States. January sees the beginning of an American and Canadian tour, then it's Europe again in Spring with another US tour over the Summer, hopefully with another Ozzfest or something at least similar. And in-between there's Japan and Australia with an eye to playing Malaysia, India and South Africa on the way.
Sometimes, I really wished I could be exposed to more things at a younger age, then perhaps I could be much more competent than I am now.
I look at all the stars and people who have made it, and I wish I could go back in time and given the chance to know and learn whatever I needed.
Just to rant a little here, since it's my blog, I wanted to pick up drumming since I was 13, but it's clearly impossible now. I wanted to attend German language classes, but the parents said they are impractical. I wanted to form a metal band and immerse myself in the scene, but the parents' discriminatory thoughts crushed them all. I wanted to know of such a thing called 'philosophy' earlier. I wanted to learn more magic, but magic is expensive. [thus resorted to flourishes] I wanted an environment that had intellectual banter instead of trivial chatter, not that I loathe my family. I just need that edge of stimulation.
Life is unfair.
However, I want to breakthrough them all and get my name across the globe. One day, you could google my name and find a dozen of fansites. One day, my fame will be as notorious as Marilyn Manson and the sound of my name will be as bright as Billy Gilman's voice.
How dangerous can a metalhead get when she goes smiling whilst listening to a country album that focuses on a better future based on acceptance? Probably as dangerous as a choirboy.
In other, simpler terms, I am in love with Billy Gilman's One Voice as much I am in love with Manson swinging his lunchbox. =D I really liked Till I can make it on own, Oklahoma, There's a Hero and I wanna get to Ya. Ren hui, you have good taste! Hah!
Anyway, exams are over now and it doesn't make much difference. *thanks to the haze* Going out seems like a grim task. So I am here, watching Viva La Bam episodes all day long at EuuTube and flourishing.
Speaking of Viva La Bam, Don Vito has got to be the worst speaker of this century. To let you have a taste of what he sounds like, here's an excerpt, "Gimme a beer yah, garrahen waddyamean? Bam, you destoryed 8 of ma carrs, living with you is &^$#@ insane ahhhh" Yep.
Yesterday, I saw a lady with zippers for earrings. I went, "Who the fuck wears bloody zips for earrings?!" myself. After that, had dinner with my family at Fish and Co, which pretty much worsened in extremis throat condition. Ah wells. I think my voice is gone, after 1 full week of oral torture.
Speaking of torture, I had enough of waking up to see that the sky is engulfed by smoke. To see a clear sky with birds chirping is as rare as me getting Jerry Nuggets or meeting Edgar Allan Poe himself. Bleak future... We are in dsytopia, people! =(
To look at the calender is to realise that I ain't young any longer. The Queen of Diamonds is to be turning 18 in less than 3 months equals to legal access to booze, speed on the highway, and smoking a hole out of my pocket! Of three, I am only going to do the first as I have the speed phobia and I see smoking as a less classy hobby.
Been a while
The exams are finally almost over now, with only Ekonmiks left to knoquer. ^^ I shan't rant about how I think I have fared in the various papers, cause that's plain sleep-inducing.
Anyway, in the past days, I have; in brevity,
- a damn irritating cough as my throat is being desecrated by unlimited supply of phelgm. - became a fish, as I got frozen in the examination hall and subsequently got thawed when I get out. - lost my very last bit of sanity, as usual. - became excessively obsessed over Marilyn Manson, watching each and every interview videos on Euutube possible. - got amused by a comment made my Twiggy Ramirez that goes, "I wanna meet Eddie of Iron Maiden." [I just love insane people!] - wrote for 6 hours straight. - thought that I might die. - thought that I could choose my parents, I'd choose Dani Filth and Marilyn Manson. [they can be both mom and dad at the same time] - thought that I am a ghola mentat in disguise.
Metal-Listener. Card Flourisher. Aspiring Philosopher. Selective Mugger. Ubermensch-to-be. Inspired by Dharma. Nihilist. The Almost Misanthrope. Yogini. Film Enthusiast. Into everything Occult and the Esotercism. Anti-Pretentious Social Situations. Anti-Religion. Anti-Normal. Observer of This Fucked-Up World. Autodidact. Philomath. Capricorn Cusp Aquarius. Leo Ascendent. Taurus Moon Sign. Economic Left/Right: -1.88 Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -2.05.