Sunday, April 30, 2006
  Dani updates the Minions.
Hereby lies an update from The Man himself, Count Dani Filth or Backwerdz, as he affectionately calls himself. The deprived minions who possessed insatisfiable hunger on the choice of title for the next Cradle of Filth opus are adequately updated.

Seen as the title 'THORNOGRAPHY' for the new album was released without our knowledge a few days ago, cradleoffilth.com asked the band direct for an exclusive explination as to what it means.

This title represents mankind's obsession with sin and self. The thorn combines images of that which troubled Christ, the crown of thorns, thus intimating man's seeming desire to hurt God and also, of the protecting thorn and the need to enclose a secret place or the soul from attack. An addiction to self punishment or something equally poisonous. A mania. Twisted desires. Barbed dreams. A fetish. An obsession with cruelty. Savage nature. Paganism over Christianity. The title can also represent a sexual attraction to religious iconography as in the case of the 'possessed' Lourdon nuns. I like the title because to me it invokes images of a darker, sexier pre-Raphaelite scene wherein Sleeping Beauty's castle is won and she is awoken by a poisonous kiss.A darker adult faerytale. Hopefully, the new album cover art will be posted as an exclusive here too!

A million thanks aren't sufficient,
30th April 2006 AD
Saturday, April 29, 2006
  SRJC to stay...
That's it. I am to stay in SRJC. Sigh... All the wait. All the anticipation for one whole month for a positive reply... I feel like listening to Mutter and sulk all day long.

At this point of time, I feel like trash about my life. There is nothing comforting left, except for my cards and metal music to spur me on not to pick up that razorblade or take a plunge down the building.

Warum? Warum mich?

The sadness lingers,
28th April 2006AD
Friday, April 28, 2006
I am finally back here, updating this thing, trying my least bit to keep this dank journal alive. So, what's up this few days?

To cut it short; during Chemistry practical, I weighed 0.666g of an unknown substance and became very extremely proud of myself, that made my day, really. In addition to my strange existance on this planet, I dreamt of one terrible dream. I dreamt that Afrieen of Impiety got attacked by some chinese fuck at Megatherion and I cannot bear to continue describing such a dream so as not to dampen your day ahead, but trust me, all metalheads wouldn't want such an abdominable thing to happen.

And, yes, General Elections are round the corner now and for the first time, I am feeling the drama surfacing. Getting increasingly interested in politics, I would be glad to attend a few public rallies. Every corner, every pillar, every turn, you see placards with that same old usual PAP logo and their usual clean white look. But this year, it's different, there's getting more opposition parties swarming up to contest with the Grand Dictator, PAP. Which is a very favourable sign. =) More competition = more drama. Me likes.

Somehow, I am somewhat intrigued of how is it like to live during the Hilter's regime. It would be much much much more intense with the totalitarian propaganda going on. Random and totally on impulse: Ein Volk. Ein Krieg. Ein Fuhrer. Ein Reich. [Sieg Heil!] Haha!

Plus, I simply cannot wait for Cradle of Filth's new opus, Thornography to be released unto the unsuspecting masses, and then slaying them in a frenzied bout of auditory abuse. The Thornography Holocaust will spawn on 19th September 2006, via the help from the Roadrunner Records Extermination Unit. Dani, oh my Dani, or Toni's Dani, you never cease to amaze me with your foul presence and undying wit to be violently splurged on all Cradle of Filth works. You remain at the top of my Idol Shrine, Count Filth.

Not forgetting my German boys, Rammstein, they will be releasing a new DVD featuring shows from Nimes France, their Reise Reise Tour. It would be roughly in the month of September as well. So, I'd be fairly low on cash after expulsing my money on these products which are essential to make my existance a little bit more bearable.

Alright, using the common and lamest excuse of a writer's block once again, I shall put my quill down or stop jabbing the keyboard, and exhale a sigh...

In swoon with Dani always,
28th April 2006 AD
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
  Turning point...
I have to disagree with what I have said in my previous post, Good Friday was good, and bad.

The reason being, I have to depart with what I have been doing for the past 4 to 5 months and erase that span of time within my memory. Nothing will remain the same again. I am not the same anymore. And, so are the people around me. It is all over, irreversible, unforgettable, and almost ''fatal''.

Here, I exhale and sigh. Pardon me if you cannot make sense of the above, I just need to vent my sonorous lamentations. And, there is a vague blur when my ability to express myself hovers low, due to this sudden change in my life.

Sigh. Once again.

These are a few quotes and lines of words that could fully summarised what has happened so greatly that I cannot even bring myself to listen to Mutter.

'Love's the funeral of hearts.' - HIM's Funeral of Hearts.

'Liebe ist Krieg.' - Rammstein's Wollt Ihr das Bett im Flammen sehen.

'Und Feuer und Wasser kommt nicht zusammen.' - Rammstein's Feuer und Wasser.

'Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet treu ihr sein für alle Tage. Nein
Willst du bis zum Tod, der scheide sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen.
Nein. ' - Rammstein's Du Has(s)t. This is especially revelant to my situation now. And, the song title is scarily true. [gets reminded of cosmic energy, yet another thing that has brought back many memories that I cannot confirm is true.]

160 Tagen, wir kommt zusammen. Nicht mehr.

Trying to forget is as tough as running 2.4km. But, I will try.

Listening to Rammstein brought back numerous memories, so will going to Border's Coffee Bean and Aunty's shop. Well, we cannot bring back a dead. Unless, in Heirate Mich's case.

Hereby, wishing the person best of one's future endeavours and good luck in whatever one does. Before I forget, habe ein Gut Gesburtstag. You probably won't even get to see this, or perhaps in around a few months' time. I just want to say this, because I feel a need to say it.

Like how I bid you final farewell that day, Auf Wiedersehen. Let's all move on.

Es ist alle ein Spiel,
18th April 2006 AD
Thursday, April 13, 2006
  Time for some updates!
Greetings, reader-fiends. I apologise for not updating as frequently as before, due to the fact that I have been incredibly busy with an annoying thing called school. Finally, I have the time to update this jinxed journal today, thanks to Jesus Chirst who died thousands of years ago of tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is indeed a Good Friday, as the name blatantly suggests.

Anyhow, anyway, how and what to write about on my boring existance in SRJC, also less known as Satan's Recruit Junior College, I ponder... and I pondered even more.

Ah yes! I recalled. 1S03 is really lucky (note the sarcasm) to have That Person as our GP Tutor. How fortunate we are. Hard to please (both classroom and bedroom, I have probably concluded) person, or should I say, hard to please slut? I really think the latter makes a better choice. So, That Person assumed the suiting title of The Slut now, has the penchant for insulting people, and a rather crude and unpolished way to do so as well. I seriously recommend her to pick up a copy of 'The Dummies' Guide to Insulting' at all good bookstores.

Minus her ineqoluent manner of berating people, I think she is a decent teacher. Just don't treat the people as though they are going-to-be-exterminated Prisoners of War. We are humans, after all. Do unto others what you want what others to do unto you. Heed that well, Slut. Trust me, it works. =)

Anyways, my 4 month old Rammstein fever is still going strong. This is too much. I think I have been listening to Rammstein for thousands and thousands of hours all together now. Which is a good omen.

To inspire me in a more perverse manner, I have embarked on a sketchbook that could include hand-drawn band logos by yours truly, pages dedicated to my intellectual stimulants, like Friedrich Nietzsche, Marquis De Sade, Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch and last but not least, Dani Filth Count Backwerdz. I foresee this a great project and it'd be an extremely self-satisifying experience.

To end this post quickly, I shall empoly the writer's mental block as an excuse.

Cruelty brought thee tiredness,
13th April 2006.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
  Heirate Mich!
In the span of 3 days, I have sprained my right ankle after a dry biology lecture, created a brand new cut called Draco and listened to alot of metal, and I still never cease to hate school. Ban school!

This song has been stuck in my head like a fishball in some unlucky fellow's oesphagus. So, in conjunction to update this jinxed blog, I shall post the lyrics here.


Man sieht ihn um die Kirche schleichen
seit einem Jahr ist er allein
Die Trauer nahm ihm alle Sinne
schläft jede Nacht bei ihrem Stein

Dort bei den Glocken schläft ein Stein
und ich alleine kann ihn lesen
und auf dem Zaun der rote Hahn
ist seiner Zeit dein Herz gewesen

Die Furcht auf diesen Zaun gespießt
geh ich nun graben jede Nacht
zu sehen was noch übrig ist
von dem Gesicht das mir gelacht

Dort bei den Glocken verbring ich die Nacht
dort zwischen Schnecken ein einsames Tier
tagsüber lauf ich der Nacht hinterher
zum zweitenmal entkommst du mir

Heirate mich

Mit meinen Händen grab ich tief
zu finden was ich so vermisst
und als der Mond im schönsten Kleid
hab deinen kalten Mund geküsst

Ich nehm dich zärtlich in den Arm
doch deine Haut reißt wie Papier
und Teile fallen von dir ab
zum zweitenmal entkommst du mir

Heirate mich

So nehm ich was noch übrig ist
die Nacht ist heiß und wir sind nackt
zum Fluch der Hahn den Morgen grüßt
ich hab den Kopf ihm abgehackt

Wo bist du,
5th April 2006 AD
Sunday, April 02, 2006
  V for Vendetta
V for Vendetta is the best movie I have watched this year, highly thought-provoking. I feel that it is my duty to share with you some quotes from the movie.

: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

V: Fear became the ultimate tool of this government.

Evey Hammond: Artists use lies to tell the truth. Politicians use them to cover it up.

BTN News Poppet: ...The terrorist known as V is believed dead.
Little girl: Bollocks

Evey Hammond: Who--who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what... and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Lewis Prothero: England Prevails!

Finch: One thing is for sure about all governments; Their most reliable records are tax records.

V prevails,
2nd April 2006
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