fortiter in re, suaviter in modo Part 1

Resolute in action, gentle in manners

I have sat here quietly watching over as fellow peers take to the streets in protest of the recent plans to implement fees for local students.
Does this affect me? Nae...
Do I care? aye...

It is an utter disgrace the way University goers, ie, less than 1% of the worlds population took to the streets in protest only to be dubbed as hooligans thus tarnishing the reputations of students nationwide.

Let me first explain the concept of a protest. It is a formal objection or affirmation with earnest solemnity. Now someone spell out where in that very statement did the flinging of chairs and whatnot at the cops and riot police become a necessity. Now a riot on the other hand is a form of civil disorder characterized often by disorganized groups lashing out in a sudden and intense rash of violence against authority.

My point made? let me re-evoke the scenes through the the visual mediums. after all a picture is apparently 1000 words.

The rightful emotion for a protest IS AND SHOULD BE sadness and displeasure, not anger.

“Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It's a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you're hurt.” - Tom Gates

"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned" - Buddha

Now let me first and foremost introduce you spoilt brats who need an excuse to take to the streets in violent protest for an increment in fees. I feel your pain, but, suck it up and deal with it like proper educated people and mount a protest worthy of taking note.

Lets look back in time at how nonviolence, or 'Ahimsa' a Buddhist principle can suppress agression and achieve so much more by striking the right notes.

The one I've read about most recently would be the Tank Man. Now most of you would've not even heard of the Tank Man, but aged 19, this legend stood up to 4 tanks in 1989. Now to those of you who're not well versed with what I would term general knowledge, China back then still had a very closed door policy to the world.

As the military strangled the life and freedom out of every living soul, the few self declared brave ones mounted a violent protest and got arrested to be black-bagged and never heard of. Now this would not happen in the UK due to 'human rights' bull shit, cos lets face it, if it did happen, you whimps would've never taken to the streets to begin with.

This is the story of Tiananmen Square, June 4th 1989.

Political reforms swept China during the 80s and a lose market economy was set up as a method of liberalization under Chairman Mao. Students and intellectuals however felt these reforms were merely lip service and felt a paradigm shift in the political system was required. They felt the Communist Party of China still had a Gorbachev-like stronghold on the system and therefore demanded a reform for democracy instead. The revolutionary Hu suffered a myocardial infarct. Being the most underrated reformer of modern times, Hu played a pivotal role in the liberalisation of the communist law in China. His daring opposition and forthright calls for rapid reform was seen as open contempt of the Maoist excesses and was made a suitable scapegoat in the eyes of Deng the dick and others in the Mao administration, after the protests of 1987, Being a true man of honour, he politely resigned from the ruling party as Secretary General as a sign of protest. His death was mourned for 7 weeks, and thus sparked the infamous Tiananmen Square incident. But what was remarkable about the 100,000 people that gathered on that very day was there was no violence whatsoever. in fact they even erected a monument (the students at the Central Academy of Fine Art) representing the Goddess of Democracy.

They requested a dialogue with the government in order to discuss political reforms, a motion that was of course rejected, and huge groups of students decided to take to the SQUARE during the visit of Mikhail Gorbachev. Students nationwide participated in a hunger strike, for a week, and a well ordered daily march was conducted by students at Tiananmen Square. They stepped up by boycotting classes alongside lecturers. They were so well mannered, they even helped the police arrest 3 people who vandalised a picture of Chairman Mao just north of the Square. Such was the integrity of chinese students during the protest. Li Peng, famously known as Mao's right hand man finally caved in the proposed dialogue was agreed. At the same time, the Chinese Red Cross had set out to assist students who had collapsed amidst the protest and hungerstrike. A well thought out plan I'd say. So moving was this display of courage and unity amidst the dissatisfaction, Zhao Ziying, the General Secretary that replaced Hu made a public speech urging students to end the hungerstrike. In his infamous tearful speech where he begged and pleaded for students, "We are already old, it doesn't matter to us any more." (referring to himself) In contrast, the students were young and he urged them to stay healthy and not to sacrifice themselves so easily. Zhao's emotional speech was applauded by some students on the Square; it would be his last public appearance, as he was later placed in house-arrest till his death.

As it was the visit of Gorbachev and the international media was present, students ensured that their protests were seen and heard, as a peaceful, nonviolent one.

We've still to get to the Tank Man to talk about, so I'll pace this up. What happened next is the protests escalades as military personelle get mobilized to contain the protests. Rumours speculate about people getting shot and emotions flare up. Molotov cocktails are thrown at tanks and the military which sparked gunshots and many protestors perished. Now this bit was when the Beijing-ers got involved shielding the protestors as a sign of support and the gunshots seized.

What happens next cannot be expressed in mere words. Fresh a day after the carnage of the shootings and the mobilization of tanks to contain the protests (tanks apparently crushed some protestors as well), The tank man stood up and staked his claim, in the minds of every freedom crying soul worldwide.

Stay tuned for part 2!

Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur - Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time

True to the statement above, in humility i apologize for not updating my blog in aeons. The lack of a stimulus compounded with the new phenomenon known as Facebook has led to my blog deteriorating like timber in a tropical climate infested with termites, almost beyond recognition.

I always took pride in the fact that people visit blogs to gain insight into the lives of others, and it is many forms that this insight is sought.

Some choose to blog about their new clothes, cars, pets, friends, ex's, spouses, trials, tribulations.

I blog on my thoughts. Dark, disturbed, warped, intelligent, logic-defying, passionate, whichever rules the day. thoughts are like the shirts you pull out of your cupboard. unless you've actually made a conscious decision to yank a shirt out from the middle, chances are the same ones will be lingering around for quite a bit.

Wafi, my housemate walked into my room and convinced me to blog about concept albums.

A dying breed, the last well known concept album to me was Cruelity and the Beast, by Cradle of Filth, an extreme metal band apparently according to Wikipedia although i'll argue they were more a Symphonic Black Metal band.

What constitutes the Black Metal sound is a question I am familiar with. A famous remark constantly made is 'WHY DOES HE SING IN SUCH A SCREECHY VOICE!??'

I share your views as the symphonic nature of the songs is more ubiquitously enjoyed in comparison to the acquired taste that is Black Metal.

Black Metal is a form of music that ranks under the Heading of Extreme Metal, which consists of Death, Doom, Black and Trash Metal.

A common denominator is the fact that the vocals are not exactly crystal clear as one would expect to find compared to - Power Metal or Heavy Metal where voice projection is a major asset.

Black metal relies on an eerie mythical mysterious nature that is often themed by tragedies, epics or most commonly satanism. As with most forms of metal, there grew a need to be 'more metal' than the predecessor and hence you have crappy bands that delve into realms that even the most liberal metalhead finds to be crap. It would be like getting Vanilla Ice to sing 'Across 110th street' by Bob Womack and expecting a better outcome. In moderation, the darker forms of metal is best described as hazelnut flavoured coffee syrup, striking a balance between symphony and screeching is the key. The actual screech itself is the hallmark of Black Metal and why it is present is not well understood. However my personal postulations are because Black metal is often described as the inner soul that needs to break away from the shackles of the material world and screeching is its way of just popping its head outside for a moment. Notice that screeching is an art and that is near impossible to replicate unlike growling and guttural vocals that originate from the back of the oropharynx, screeching according to the purists originate from the navel, where the umbilical cord once served as the only supply route for all forms of nutrition to a fetus. Hence the added obsession with unborn fetuses in the realms of black metal.

the true legionnaires of black metal however are the scandinavian bands, ie Mayhem, Emporer, Burzum, and my personal favourite - Immortal.

Back to my point about concept albums, a true masterpiece indeed. A whole album consisting of songs that resemble chapters of a complete story, such as Seventh Son of a Seventh Son by Iron Maiden, Tunes Of War by Gravedigger and Cruelty and the beast.

The pick of the bunch here under the heading of black metal would be cruelty and the beast - with the song that probably vies for my award for top 100 best written lyrics ever.

the songs are written in stanzas with chapter headings - which tend to also be the last line uttered for the song.

this Song was dedicated to the Countess Bathory, who if you have no clue about, i recommend a quick visit to wikipedia or the library. Her vampiric addiction possible led to the common notion that all vampires hail from Eastern Europe.

Bathory Aria

[I. Benighted Like Usher]

Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess

Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath griefs dark facade

If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides

(*Kytherea/Cytherea- Greek Goddess of Fertility and Love - the non sexually charged version of Aphrodite)

And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
Enigmas of shadowy vistas

Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul

Summary - chapter 1 - Bathory mourns the loss of her husband - cursed to die by a witch apparently although the less eccentric version states he dies from injuries sustained at war.
[II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue]

Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic (is a term used medically meaning mandible) and Sapphic (in this context refers to female homosexuality)
Needs begged gendercide

Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult

With hangman's abandon She plied spirit worlds
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......
- Summary - Her bloodlust and fetish for more extreme versions of sexual pleasures are luridly described.
But soon,
Her tarot proved
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
Would accrue
And blight Her stars
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths
- Summary - the church found out of her ways
As bodies rose
In rigid droves
To haunt Her from their
Shallow burials imposed
When wolves exhumed
Their carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their wounds
summary - the bodies were found
To the depths of Her soul they pursued
Wielding their poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in fugue

And knowing their raptures
Would shatter Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies

So Hallow's Eve
As She received
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies
Fell-sisters heaved
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to flee

But She knew She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there....
summary = she is imprisoned in her castle as the punishment for her alleged killings.
[III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness]

In an age crucified by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait(pattern of walking) of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to extremes
O'er decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken cure

But Her reign ended swiftly
For Dark Gods dreamt too deep
To heed Her pleas

When Her gaolers were assailed
With condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered rites
In the dead of night
For maidens staining winding sheets

And She postured proud
When Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant lips
Though She smelt the fires
That licked limbs higher
To the tortured cunts of accomplices

So ends this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite

Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight

"The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"

My soul to Hell for company

- she spends the rest of her life away from the public all alone in her castle sanctuary.

epic.... truly an epic.

I guess I'll end my post here for today, with the notion that Black metal is a form of music that may be hard to accept even for metalheads who aren't big fans, but given a chance, it can be quite refreshing. Sadly, the conquests of bands like Mayhem and Burzum, both of whom are relatively better known for constantly giving churches 3rd degree burns rather than producing any decent form of music will forever be remembered as the biggest black metal bands alive.

Having said that, Immortal, a band that has stuck true to its roots of Black Metal without delving into the need to be satanists or to condemn religions and burn churches, is possibly the longest surviving band, that has not undergone revamps after every album. They're true pioneers of Norwegian black metal and my personal favourite black metal band.

until the next time, the guardian of metal stands tall, ensuring the safekeeping of the highest order of music - metal.

next week we may choose to do something proper extraordinary, like review Manowar... lol!

this goes out to the legend that wrote this to the papers yesterday. may your awesomeness never ever be forgotten

Tohu Tehom Theli Than Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam

Leviathan - Dragon Lord of the Western Tower and Throne

The awesome and fear inspiring dragon Leviathan is the lord of the wrathful and storming oceans of Chaos and is therefore one of the prime representatives of the dissolving powers of the acausal. Leviathan can be likened unto an Oroboros awakened that has let go of his own tail and, as a result, broken the closed circle and made the ten into eleven. Leviathan has by some been identified as a wrathful aspect of the Tad Ekam dragon-force mentioned in the Rig Veda and personifies the ophitic manifestation of the acosmic darkness of the unformed Chaos.

Leviathan is a powerful part of the essence beyond the limited forms of that which has been manifested within the cosmos and is the antithesis of all order, forms, laws and restricting structures. Leviathan is thus the Dark God of the eternal, paradoxical, becoming and a bringer of the formless and unbound Ur-essence. Leviathan, also called Theli, is the master of the bottomless seas of Wrathful Chaos who through the opening of the eleven dark gates shall overflow and drown the whole sephirotic creation with the crashing waves of the bitter waters of Sitra Ahra. Leviathan is therefore one of the anti-cosmic god forms associated with the re-establishment of the primordial acausality and a bringer of pan-dimensional disorder.

Leviathan, whose feminine aspect or counterpart sometimes is associated with Taninsam Lilith, is also the ruler over the Western Tower of Chaos whose gates according to the hidden lore open during the 'Walpurgis night' of the 30th of April. The anti-cosmic magician turns to the 'Chaosifer Tower' of Leviathan within those chaos-gnostic workings that aim at the opening of the dark portals and the channelling of the disharmonic acausal currents into the causal realm. The emanations of the Chaosifer Tower are also used within many black magical rituals with the intention of creating abrupt and disruptive change, confusing the enemy, causing madness and spreading panic.

The currents of the Chaosifer also play a central role within esoteric workings that have the objective of awakening both the inner and the outer aspects of the pneumatic Dragon Force and thus granting the magician the power to transcend the limitations of the cosmos and become as one with the dynamic and eternally becoming force of Chaos. Leviathan's tower and throne are the focal points and sources of power for many chaos-gnostic workings and a very strong link to the shapeless and non-created dark essence of both the inner and the outer Black Flame.

The rituals that have as their aim to channel the dark torrents of the Chaosifer Tower and the Throne of Leviathan can commence with the following short invocation:

"Vedar-Gal Tiekals Somdus Azerate!
Desurpur Kajp Gidupp Leviathan!
Tohu Tehom Theli Than Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam!

In the name of Azerate, the eleven-headed and crowned dragon of Sitra Ahra, I N.N. salute the Tower of Chaosifer!

In the name of Azerate, I praise the grand and fear inspiring Dragon Tower whose anti-cosmic darkness is a monument to the Chaos that once was and again shall become!

By the power of the dead dragon, who shall soon resurrect and make one the eleven and overturn all forms into formlessness, I N.N. praise the Western Tower of Wrathful Chaos and call upon the forces of the dark acausal seas!

Proudly and in the name of Azerate, I kneel before the Dragon Tower of Leviathan, whose living darkness and demonic shadows bestow upon me the power to call forth the Ancient Ones and to open wide the locked gates of the Sitra Ahra realm of my anti-cosmic Gods!

In the name of Azerate, I N.N. salute the Tower of Chaosifer, which is the western point of ingress to the pan-dimensional Ur-essence of primordial Azoth, that after the death of my causal form shall grant my spirit entry to the elevenfold current of the Nightside!

Tohu Tehom Theli Than Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam! (x11)

Hail Leviathan!
Hail Azerate!"

adapted from

Temple of The Black Light © 2010. All Rights Reserved.

my attention was drawn to this song by Dissection called Black Dragon. Now Anyone who's ever heard of BlackDragon would be reminded of the impact the black dragons had on society. The Black Dragon Society were these right wing ultranationalists that funded many revolutions around Asia including perhaps the most prominent one, Sun Yat Sen's overthrowing of the Qing Dynasty that brought an end to the imperial kingdom that had ruled from the dawn of time. They were aptly named for their ability in creating utter chaos and realising that even in Chaos there can be order.

Jon Nodtvedt pays tribute to the mythical/satanic folklore citing Apep, Jormungand, Tiamat, and Leviathan as being the one black dragon with many different names. A masterpiece in writing, bringing rise to the topic of the concept of God, and his multitude of names. Thus if the same concept is applied to Satanism, the Black Dragon, the breaker of the eleventh seal, is also worthy of many names. The cross culture reference to the one being that is the antagonist in every sacred scripture draws the line of similarities between religions and begs the question of if every religion is just a reinterpretation of another. I shall leave this discussion here as to not incite more hatred.


Tohu Tehom Theli Than Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam!
Tohu Tehom Theli Than Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam!

We invoke thee, Black Dragon of Chaos
We evoke thee, O mighty dragon force
Awaken now from your aeonic slumber -- rise up from the abyss
Dragon of forgotten lore - let your Chaos rule forever more
Lotan - Raise your seven heads and let the ancient ones rule again

Apep - Dragon of devouring darkness, supreme ruler of emptiness
Open up your black diamond eyes and rejoice as Ra's creation dies

Jormungand - Lord of the poisonous sea, fulfill the twilight prophecy
Unleash your hatred upon all life and kill this world in the final strife
Tiamat - Queen of the formless deep - The Eleventh seal is now broken
Hark to your children's invocations and awaken from your dreadful sleep

Tohu Tehom Theli Than Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam!
Tohu Tehom Theli Than Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam!

Leviathan - Tortuous one, by your Wrathful Chaos our war will be won
Bring forth your darkness, grant us your grace and enlighten us in your wicked ways
Typhon - Lord of dark desires, purify us with your smokeless fires
Make us at one with thyself and walk the earth once again

Tohu Tehom Theli Than Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam!
Tohu Tehom Theli Than Leviathan Tanin'iver Taninsam!

The concept of Chaos and Order is one that is in constant balance. The YinYang balance of equality accepts his concept as there cannot be order without chaos and vice versa. As the state of order demands the abolishment of chaos, but the state of chaos does not necessarily demand the abolishment of order. This is the concept of guerilla warfare as well as the main reason David possibly defeated the Goliath. In a split second of clarity, the recurrent patterns of chaos is understood and the interpretation of this pattern is paramount to gaining the upper hand in almost every situation that seems to spiral out of control. It is in our nature to naturally panic when things go awry, as it is our nature to constantly reflect on what went wrong, but to the one who strictly understands the tedious balance, it is in chaos that true order rises. Cuba for example, possibly the only non aligned nation to the United States that has survived the Cold War unscathed, revelled in this situation. Fidel Castro, being the visionary that he is, foresaw the need for evoking fear and uneasiness amongst his American foes, without actually doing anything, and thus has outlived every president that opposed him ( or he opposed.Castro had become a candidate for a seat in the Cuban parliament in the 1952 elections when former president, General Fulgencio Batista, ousted President Carlos Prío Socarrás in a coup d'état, cancelled the elections and assumed government as "provisional president". And today Raul Castro succeeds him, which kinda gives you the indication of how one small alteration can have such a profound effect.

Guess this post is a lil more vague that most of you would like, but to those who've understood it, you know who you guys are:)

Chaos and order - the perfect balance:)

Vigilo et spero

In English: I keep awake and I hope.

This is an extraordinarily simply Latin proverb, the sort of thing that can be taught on the first day of Latin class. The word "et" plus two simple first conjugation verbs.

The meaning, however, is profound. This is one of those proverbs where two parts are combined to create a greater whole.

To keep awake, to be "vigilant" (this English word comes from the same Latin verb, hence proving not every V word reflects the female genitalia), is a good thing.

It is also a good thing to be hopeful; you don't want to ever feel "desperate" (this English word comes from the same Latin verb, negated - which makes you wonder why wasn't Latin the root language of conversation in the first place).

Yet it would be possible to keep awake without hope. This would be the staying awake that comes from worry, fear, anxiety. My greatest example, Asians - more precisely, the Chinese Mug-till-death flag bearers. Excuse my lack of political correctness, but fuck I'll call a spade a spade any day. As you know, I'm stuck in the University of Edinburgh, the muck of conformity and lack of spirit. Every 10 minutes some fucked up nut will post up a facebook post like ZZZ stress exam, sien, what are the muscle attachments to the coracoid process....etc. For the love of God, deal with it and stop spamming. No one wants to know how much of a dick you are and nobody fucking cares about how much you fucking need to study cos end of the day you're all gonna end up like Jo, the conventional resident officer from the House of God. Yes my insolent friends, Davidsons, Harrisons, Kumar and Clark will get you them initials, but House of God will reflect your true future. The feeble attempts of educating some of you muggers by intricately weaving communication skills and patient centred care into the curriculum has reaped nothing because in my exalted opinion, you can't teach someone to be humane. It is a gift, and may I add one that only a selected few possess. You can be as nice as you want at face value to pass your freaking OSCEs but the rigid nature of your questioning for history taking shall be taken to your gravestone, so much so it shall read 'Here lies .....'

Why my angst you say....because idiots like you make medicine seem hard. The noblest of professions in the world, the Art of Healing, and turned it into a scientific process. Patients made into lab rats, mere tools for your so called acquirement of knowledge. William Osler once said, '

He who studies medicine without books sails an uncharted sea, but he who studies medicine without patients does not go to sea at all'

Which makes some of you jump at my throats stating even Osler wanted us to use patients as lab rats. What he truly meant was to listen to them. Listen to their tales. The best teacher is an experienced teacher. And it was whilst listening to his patients, did he discover raised tender nodules on the pulps of a lady's finger tip and vehemently coined the eponym Osler's Node.

Oh well now that the rant is off, and I've fucked over ALMOST every Asian Medic, time for the great news. I'm now a Mac user. And its pretty darn fucking awesome.

Also, AS many of you people secretly stalk all my facebook activities, May I add yes I do baked, I always have and no dont gimme that you dont look like one who bakes.

Yes i do realise there is a huge population of Fags that bake, and I do realise the image i portray as the unpolished jagged bearded roughian, it is against my principles to be gifted with the whisk and ladle. Well I am, so suck it up:) . Yes I am better than you at most things in life and life is unfair, which is why you're reading my blog and shaking your head at the audacity but lets face it, i couldnt care less about your blogs now could I. hmmm, good way to ward off readers now isnt it. Anyway, in other news, Someone online told me people only read stuff on this blog cos they've got nothing better to do in life:) It wasn't me who said it. Rather this person whom i've possibly not spoken to in 2 years so yeah, she's judged all you people:)

The song above, Awaken, i thought was appropriate seeing that it has been eons since i last blogged. Yes life has taken its toll on me. Age has crept up. Phooey... I just couldnt be bothered to be honest, and like I still can't be hence the crappy blog entry. I guess in growing up, i've become less argumentative and provocative, and just look on as the world eats itself with mucky numbnuts who centralise their life alongside the pursuit of a degree rather than knowledge. I can safely say till this day i've never turned down anything with the excuse of exams, and my rep speaks for itself. 2 hours of your life spent kite flying will not affect much of your sad life. But then again, if you are the group of people that im hitting at, you're life possibly consists of studying, facebooking, stalking blogs, studying, going out with friends to the library to study, going for 1 meal a week outdoors and taking 56 photos of peace signs, engaging in a potluck post exams, and tagging your friends as meals, cooking substandard dishes but talking it up, whilst the world is going out and having a good time. you live in your nutshell and yet you feel you have enjoyed sufficiently in life, not realising you were better off just staying in your native land doing the exact same thing you've been doing all your boring life.

Why the angst you may ask, well simple. Its cause my Louis Dega is leaving and thus the idea of spending the rest of my time without a fellow visionary sickens me. A culture we share, the pursuing of knowledge for the betterment of oneself rather than a sheet of paper with our names on it is a lost cause to many these days. Which is why i bring myself to the topic of wit. A dying form of intelligence. One that is not acquired but inherited. Like the ability to deduce and critically analyse. The 'street' smart intelligence as it is commonly referred to. The Right Brain users. Without Dega, Papillon is but a prisoner that refuses to conform.

Save yourselves lost souls... Pursuit life and its infinite wonders, rather than the straight pubic hairs that you people possess...

Fuck im hungry.. fuck you all...

You know I'm Not Dead

Now I have been laying dormant for far too long. 2 months without a blog post and a whole lot of angst to be blown away. Fuck the world we live in today. Richard Dawkins in his book the God Delusion states that religion is but the cause for most insolence, ignorance and apathy in the world we live in today. A very reputable statement, which I, as a Believer find not too audacious. After all, how many atheists do you see burning effigies of Religious Leaders.

'True peace is not merely the absence of tension, it is the presence of justice' - Martin Luther King Jr

The above statement was my facebook shout out, because where justice fails to prevail, vigilante justice comes in. Now caped crusaders and testosterone charged men wielding pitchforks may have gone out of fashion a long time ago. I have to admit a certain affinity for the 'Achilles Mexican Standoff'. Fuck armies or weapons. A real test of strength and wits lies in a battlefield. Mano-e-mano. No weapons, just plain guts, gore, wits.

Now lets evaluate the pros and cons of this seemingly barbaric form of settling arguments.
A fuckface starts a fight, in a club, calls on his group of goons and buttfucks a perfectly sane dude.
= a bunch of rats against a mongoose
With the standoff, its a fuckface starts a fight, gets his butt kicked in by a perfectly sane dude.
= a rat against a mongoose
too trivial? or too simplified
fucking rats are scum of the earth, constantly linked with disease and whatnot. A mongoose is an exotic animal known to be kept as pets by folks in India and Sub Saharan Africa to keep the fucking snakes at bay, lol what chance does a fucking rat have.

This is of course accepting that the perpetrator of the fight is a small slimy pipsqueak and the dude is a Charles Bronson incarnation.

Ah you idiot, the metaphor was not a physical but rather a mental one:) it takes a bigger man to not throw the first punch:)

Anyway I've been reading up loads of political blogs and I came to this one blog by a Dr. Mohd Ridhuan Tee Abdullah, Senior Lecturer, National Defence University Malaysia cum Secretary General of Islamic Chamber of Commerce Malaysia.

Sounds like a Bogus University no?

anyway, Seeing that he was a contributor to the most recycled magazine of all time 'Dewan Siswa' - that schools made us buy and like the very day I bought it, I tossed it into the recycling box after browsing faces of the sad people that wanted to be Penpals with random strangers. They made us read that crap for Literature. Fuck's sake, Literature is a form of critical appraisal where a reflection is made as to how a work of art has appealed to the reader. Not some cum fed into a mouth of a porn star force to swallow!

Digressing...Back to my point, so this guy Dr Ridhuan Tee, like got into an online battle of wits with Art Harun. Now let us not be biased in our views. But these are transcripts of articles i picked up from their blogs. Honestly, who'd you root for? And i'll come back to the rat vs Mongoose after this.

From Ridhuan T's blog - ertee.blogspot.com

Instead, we always argue to maintain what is not right. For example, what is so wrong if we practice cohabiting before marriage, as long as we believe we are responsible?

My concerned, how if after that, John Doe make a decision not to take responsibility or leave the girlfriend all of a sudden? Some merely manage to marry for 10 days and then divorce. Who will be victimized? Of course the woman. Therefore the rule of law will always protect the fate of the woman.

I have a few Chinese and Malay acquaintance who has made a blunder because of this sex before marriage. To make matter worst, the boyfriend just left. Now, what would happen with this unborn child?




Now to a bit from Art Harun. http://art-harun.blogspot.com/

The events which are unfolding in Malaysia are nothing short of Kafkaesque in nature.

In Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis, the chief protagonist, a salesman by the name of Gregor woke up one day only to find out that he had transformed into a giant insect. Lying down, he could see his many legs moving about in the air above him. Strangely, rather than wallowing in self pity and descending into a state of utter depression, Gregor's first reaction was "how am I going to get to work?"



A simple word of advice, pick your battles. Admit defeat to the more honourable sovereign victor. Even without reading the contents of their blogs, you kinda have a presumption that there is a clear victor, and there is a clear wannabe.
In the wise words of the unwise Shaun Micheals, ' Don't hunt what you can't kill'.

What do I know about wars? Well firstly, I am Punjabi by birth, the group of people Rahul describes to his batchmates as the True Spartans who were bred for battles. Punjabis have served many wars and by blood, that kinda makes me a veteran. Trust me when I say this, pick your battles.
Cos you don't wanna appear like an effing cunt. i love that statement, because I heard it being said aloud and I laughed. He felt the need to be discreet with the word fuck, but not the word cunt.
Ahh the world we live in today, Fucked we are as Yoda would say.

Shit, we must take. Idiots, we must accept. Morons, we must tolerate. Wanks, we must live with.

Happy new year folks. and if I did swear too much on this post, fuck me. Its my 2nd time typing this darn article. Damn battery died without autosave on the damn blog. Screw Blogspot.
Now a song for the new year, by the now defunct and crappy Smashing Pumpkins. God, grant us some good bands this year.
The everlasting gaze

You know I'm not dead
Now you know where I've been
As you sleep
Torn I am
Weighted down
Patiently
Born of love
You know I'm not dead
I'm just living in my head
Forever waiting
On the ways of your desire
You always find a way
And thru it all
Into us all you move
Forgotten touch
Forbidden thought
We can never have enough
You know I'm not dead
Found below
The creatures scream
Stranglehold
A god machine
Begging to
Tear us out
Worn as hope
You know I'm not dead I'm just the tears inside your head
Forever waiting
On the ways of your desire
You always find a way
And thru it all into us all you move
Forgotten touch
Forbidden thought
We can never have enough
You know I'm not dead

We all want to hold in the everlasting gaze
Enchanted in the rapture of his sentimental sway
But underneath the wheels lie the skulls of every c.o.g.
The fickle fascination of an everlasting God
You know I'm not dead
-and the damn chorus repeats again