With only less than 5 days left for the year 2006, I shall dedicate this post to the Best of 2006 as a swansong, before we usher in the year of 2007, of which I will be facing the Apocalyptic (or Anally-Annoying) A Levels.2006 has been a good and bad year for me, good because 06/06/06 is in the year 2006, bad due to me being stuck in a class filled with narrow minded buffoons.
Now, as you, my audience, shout from the seats, demanding the prompt announcement of the BillBoard 2006! [drumroll please!]
It's extremely biased, so people of the faint-hearted, you might want to shun away from this dreary post.
Firstly, as a self-proclaimed professional metal-listener such as yours truly, I shall give you my opinion of what is good in the 2006 in terms of metal and all its paraphernalia. Or, simply, what I have been hopelessly addicted to.
Most done activity 2006: Flourishing and being an nihilist.
Worst accusation 2006: Being a pedo cause I listen to boy singers. Burr.
I guess many of you will be bored stiff by this point of time. Ok, I'm stopping. =)
Here we usher in the year of 2007! [crosses fingers] Meanwhile, I'm taking this time to thanks my friends, namely, Jaspas, Ren Hui, Nick (more commonly known as Mephistopheles), Vika (although you appeared late), Valerie, Jonas (from Sweden), Erik (Swede as well), Huron, Kevin (new-found movie buff friend plus flourisher), Alden, Mr Neo, Mark, Jimmy, Jaro, Arthur (Artwo), Fariza, and XinYi for all of your efforts in lending me a much-needed listening ear and helping me to remain sane in such an absurdly insane year like this, and most of all, thanks for inserting those very much needed laughs in my life. I really thank all of you. Without you, I might have just 'snuffed it'.
Yours faithfully, LingNemesis In the wee-days of 2006, awaiting Armageddon to manifest.
Close to Utopia.
It has been raining continously for the last 48 hours here, and it is still so at this point of time. Cherishing this perfect moment of chilly weather and the tranquil sounds of the falling raindrops, I sat on my bed with a book by De Sade.
Listening to only the raindrops, the mere rustle of the pages, and the occasional humming of the electric fan, devoid of parental nags altogether.
This is almost bliss.
I just need to be in Berlin for everything to be detail-perfect.
Anyway, reading De Sade in one sitting for 3 hours can drive you insane and dizzy. Trust me.
I was flipping the family photo albums the other day and found a picture of me holding on to a David Gemmell book, I went, "Whoo! I didn't know I read that kinda shit when I was that young!" I think I was only 12 at that point of time.
It's pretty amazing that I used to be such a bookwhore, I remember reading the entire Raymond E. Feist's Empire Trilogy in the span of a week or two. And, the entire Dragonlance "Chronicles Series" in a month or so. Installments of Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events could be done in a single day. Plus stuff like Orson Scott Card and Clive Barker as well. Geez, I am a bookwhore.
Unfortunately, when internet became a common commodity of today's world, much of my once-to-be reading time has been converted to Youtube-whoring/MSN mass convo time. I feel a need to get back what I was once doing.
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On the twelfth day of Christmas, lingnemesis sent to me...
I have switched to Blogger Beta! I wonder what new services they'd offer with this. All I see is the addition of tags. Blogger should learn from LiveJournal. Sigh.
Otherwise, today has been a rather dry day of me slouched over the laptop and listening to Marilyn Manson all day long, whilst my family went into a frenzy over the new Sony Bravia Flatscreen TV. What's the use of a good TV when you don't have cable TV? Sigh #2. Ah wells.
Sigh #3. Voelkerball still isn't here yet, look at the fucking date, censorship board, it's the 16th December, almost a month in and not a single copy of it is out. So very efficient huh? Quick! Or I'll launch a Molotov Cocktail at your headquarters.
Oh, Ren Hui came back from Japan yesterday, and I cannot wait to ressume our James Bond gatherings.
I shall not remind myself that school is re-opening in 2-3 weeks time. School always gets into your fucking way and ruin everything. Hate it.
Nevermind the often uneeded clips of sex in the film I have just watched - Lost Highway, it definitedly qualified itself into my Top 10 favourite films chart.
With a theme that is strikingly similar to Fight Club, that whole psychologyical fugue thing, yes, I wasn't too blown away or anything, with me realising the whole plot within the first hour of the film. Nonetheless, I must say the use of the Mystery Man and the wooden house have successfully made an ever-lasting impression on the viewers, and they are smartly-used as well. Nice.
The appearances of Marilyn Manson and Twiggy Ramirez were quite a pleasant surprise, so were the sound clips of songs from Marilyn Manson and Rammstein. Heirate Mich fit in just perfectly man, hahaha!
Thanks Kev for it, lastly!
Geez, now I want to watch more Lynch stuff. As recommended by Kev, Eraserhead is another brain-matter melting, bizzare, awfully weird one. I must try that!
The absence of Völkerball
The absence of Völkerball has yielded me getting into other german acts. *blames the Singapore fucking slow Censorship*
I was bored one day, so I went around for new music to listen to. Oomph! rocked! Augen Auf has the Rammstein's ferocity and I must say they are easily comparable to Rammstein. =D Looks like I have some alternatives now. That song reminds of Sonne, due to the counting part. Heh.
Now I feel like going out and grab an Oomph! album.
I can't listen to them. Watching them is even worse. I can't stand the power of steel, brotherhood of metal, fight till the last man is devoured by a giant rabbit bljah. - Vika on Hammerfall.
The sky was full of funny things that year. There was a rainbow during Hammerfall. I'll never forget that one. We were jumping around in the mud screaming Gay pride. - Vika on Hammerfall and unforeseen manifestations of rainbows.
Shockingly enough I never read anything about Cthulhu. - Vika is wasting her life. Sigh.
Vika: The most known book is the Year of the Hare. About a guy who's going from a trip with his co-worker. They stop by a forest because... I don't remember why. And he goes into the forest to see what the noises he was hearing were. He found a little bunny and decided he isn't going back to the job he hates, the wife he hates, the friends he hates. Me: Alice in Finnishland! Vika: LOL! - Vika spoiling a story for me.
They're angels compared to Dissection or something like it. - Vika on Rammstein. =)
Most tr00 metalheads would say you didn't miss anything. - Vika on missing Dimmu Borgir's gig.
I block and delete them. They usually buzz off if I tell them I don't like kids. - Vika's 101 tips to ignore a mallcore metalheadzzz.
I just don't like them. They were here on a fest in the summer and my cousin and I stood there for 5 minutes and decided going to sleep is a better thing to do. - Vika on Dimmu Borgir again.
I like your writing style. - I feel flattered.
Vika: Yeah, it is amazing. It's been a while since someone confused me like you do. All the names and everything, I never look into the band memebers and I rarely remember the titles or CDs... even if I know them by heart. Me: Haha. Yes, metal is my religion. Vika: LOL - I need a life.
I can teleport to Singapur and you can see Immortal. - Vika being generous.
That's it! Till then, go melt your brain in front of Mediacorp shows!
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Thursday, December 07, 2006
It's been only 24 hours or so, and I'm missing Jaspas and Ren Hui already.
If any of the two happen to log in to see this, have a nice trip at HongKong and Japan respectively!
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Starless Aeon - Dissection
The seventh aeon will soon pass as it has been foretold The false empires will crumble and all illusions shall be destroyed The enslavers tremble with fear, soon our stars align The forbidden gates begin to open by the power of our forceful sign
Daath - wisdom of the abyss is the key to the broken star Eleven angles pathways of chaos will bring forth our most wrathful god Qliphothic forces from beyond will usurp the tree of cosmic lies The sleeping dragon awakens smelling the elixir of our sacrifice
Dies Irae Dies Illa Solvet Cosmos In Favilla Vocamus Te Aeshma-Diva Dies Irae Dies Illa Solvet Cosmos In Favilla Vocamus Te Aeshma-Diva
This is the winter of the last aeon, the hungry end is coming soon Harbinger of the day of wrath will eclipse the sun and rape the moon
Unfold the starless aeon, the hungry end is coming soon Harbinger of the day of wrath will eclipse the sun and rape the moon
The snake will completely devour itself putting an end to the cycle of time Acausal flames will burn all to ashes erasing all signs of the demiurge crime Our dark gods of chaos will return, this time to rule forever supreme The dragon mother will then resurrect and end this cosmic dream
Dies Irae Dies Illa Solvet Cosmos In Favilla Vocamus Te Aeshma-Diva Dies Irae Dies Illa Solvet Cosmos In Favilla Vocamus Te Aeshma-Diva
Warning: You are about to read an entire post about being extremely nihilistic towards school and life. If you happen to have a low threshold level towards rants, I duly advise you to click on the cute little "Back" button and find other blogs to inludge in. Okay. I assume the readers who reached this line are willing to put themselves into my misanthropic shoes.
Caution: This is no-holds barred blogging, I don't intend to offend anyone.
Here we go.
I see the JC people around me, their seemingly so cheerful profiles of themselves on Friendster, those stack of "full of smiles" pictures of OGL whatever stuff that they have. The immense pride that they possess to the extend of putting whatever that is related to school in every crack and crevice of the profiles.
I don't get it. How on earth can you like a damned place that imprisons you for 6 to 10 hours? In addition, I said to myself, "Oh! So people who pretends to be cheerful are appreciated..." My pathos lies towards those people as well, is it all really worth it? To forgo your comfort and the luxury of being comfortably alone?
You shout your lungs flat at the OGL camp when the bloody JC1s aren't here yet. You lower yourself to the level of yelling ''almost intelligable'' cheers and you proclaim you love them. You forgo your personal interests and stick around with a bunch of people you know, at heart, are mere acquaintances.
The whole school is to cheer and clap when some sports team clinches a medal. You put the medal in that cabinet. You ignore their defects. You make a hero out of someone who's good at sweating and messing with his brawn. That certainly isn't my definition of a hero, if you ask me. A hero to me is to be able to influence people deeply. Those will just turn into dusty medals behind the glass doors.
You ostracize people who appeared to be socially inept, people who has queer interests and tastes, people who handles playing cards, people who listens to metal, people who are from other countries. The list is never ending, labelling people has been the hobby of mankind for centuries.
So, I am to assume that the general society only recognises people who do spill sweat and win medals.
What Marilyn Manson once said is true. The society can condone the misdeeds of a national-sports champion because he has got fucking medals under his belt. In what Marilyn Manson described in his example, the sports hero, let's say, murdered a goth kid. The society would even demonise the victim by commenting, "That kid should die for being such a weirdo. He deserves it."
This society is so fucked up. Period.
So long have I longed for my utopian world to manifest. I'd be sitting in a nice, bookish eating place in Berlin, with a steady flow of quality metal from my mp3 player, a good deck of cards, reading a really good book (Dune, probably) and sipping a mug of slightly scented ceylon tea. No one would be around me. Me alone in the eating place. No shits of this world. Just me, and what I like. No obligations. No commitments. No worries.
Shit, the above reminds me of a scene in 1984 where Winston at the Chestnut Cafe, playing chess, but no worries, I will not, and never will allow myself to be re-educated for the mere sake of fitting into this shit of a society.
James Bond Mad
I have no idea why I am mad over anything James Bond recently. I have been listening to the soundtracks over and over again for the past hour. I need help.
Thanks to Ren Hui...
Other than that, I've been trying to get used to rolling a ring. It's totally foreign to me. Need to get accustomed to rings manipulation.
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Saturday, December 02, 2006
I have an obsession with robes, especially Chinese royal imperial robes, ever since my memory starts working.How very awe-inducing is that? Geez, I have to wear something like that before I die.
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The human destiny is forever limited by the idiocy of bureaucracy and the excesses of social expectations. - LingNemesis, 2007 C.E.
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.