A tribute to Korn

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I was in Form 3 when the name Korn first seemed appealing. In Form 1, the Metallica craze of being Old Skool still rung in my mind (before Iron Maiden sealed its place forever lol) but Korn was always viewed as a Nu Metal band, along with the likes of System of a Down, Killswitch Engage and so on. As a non-conformist, i let my bitter ego shade me for appreciating the works of art by these bands and it was only after a while that i took into my stride the era of nu metal (btw Linkin park isn't here - Linkin Park are Ipod metal - some shit you mix on a computer and play for others)

I once wondered if I was born into an era 20 years behind, as in my Infatuation with the works of Jimi and Led Zeppelin and how the music scene is slowly being killed by the likes of R&B and Hiphop- no offence to the fans of these music.
I once heard Sam Dunne (anthropologist on the evolution of Metal) call Metal the only male orgasm that lasts. I always puzzled at it. Jack Black got 1000 people to beg "the God's of Rock and Roll" Led Zeppelin for the right to use 'The Immigrant Song' for the movie School Of Rock.
And for once i understood exactly what it meant.
Having Korn, especially Jon Davis racing from behind the curtains with a spinechilling scream in Kilts send every ounce of blood in me into a rapture. It was so breathtaking just admiring what was going on stage. The deafening yells of the crowd in unison with the strumming of Munky and the Smacking Bass by Fieldy - alongside their new drumming phenomenon Ray Luzier, with his ass cracking double paddles.

It was the fastest 90 minutes of my life. And the beauty of it is that, thats the only detailed memory I have of sunburst 2009. I mean we had so many other bands, but nothing redefined that night like Korn.
"Valhalla, I'm Coming Home'' (immigrant song). The manner in which Johnny Plant uttered the mentioned words explained my every emotion during the 90mins of baptism. Valhalla is a mystical place in Viking Mythology in Asgard owned by the God Oden. Chosen by Odin, half of those that die in combat travel to Valhalla upon death, led by valkyries, while the other half go to the goddess Freyja's field Folkvangr. In short Valhalla means hall of the chosen dead. Where eternal life is bestowed upon those who arrive at its doorstep.
A proper metal concert felt like that, like your soul had left your body into Jonathan's hands as he molds your emotions as you yell out 'Something takes a part of me' (freak on a leash). I have always admired the way JD expresses every emotion that he had when he wrote the song on the canvas that represents his face. I now realise why I have been told to see Korn live. Jonathan Davis relives every moment of his life in that very song. Someone told me today that Metal is too loud. Its too noisy. But thats how true aggression is expressed. When you do badly in an exam, guys especially, they don't feel like crying, they feel like smashing a window or breaking a door down. Anger is the most expressive of all emotions and aggression is the most definitive form of anger. A burning desire to set yourself free from the clutches of the world. i've always pictured it as someone running hard away from a bubbling muck that pulls him back into a pit. There is a need to break free. a need to be unshackled. and nothing satisfies this desire more than metal. No offence to Coldplay, but it would never have offered me such an escape. I waited there in the front row for 2.5 hours with Renuka's brother Govind, and a part of me thought what if Korn turns out to be disappointing, and watching the showmanship on NERD, I was beginning to wonder if Korn could live up to it. And I had a refresher course in why metal is the only element in my blood. Plain simple, it made me feel like crying and ripping my shirt off at the same time.
A lady in heels stepped on my foot many times while the crowds were jostling during the concert. A bunch of idiotic white guys were in front of me, one guy claiming he came to Sunburst for Erykah Badu.. and i felt so cheated. I mean really, you take the place of a fellow metalhead just cos u felt like it? (seeing that he was in front of the railings. and when you're at the railings ur supposed to bust your gut. lean over the fence and take the moshpit's after effects as you yell out the words to Got The Life and not stand a foot away and ensure no one cuts your queue. Metalheads are about the nicest people you'll ever meet. So back to that lady who stepped on my foot. I kinda ensured she wasn't affected to badly by the mosh pit by placing her between me and another guy in front and absorbing the shocks of the pit. no it had nothing to do with her looks or her hot pants, its chivalry, every metalhead has it. and like she stepped on my foot many times in her heels. During one song, Blind, I smiled at her and said "BiTCH!! MY FOOT!!" (as the music had got my adrenaline running) and she said sorry. We smiled and got on with it. When i explained the incident to a friend of mine she said i was rude. but it's hard to explain the actual situation to her.

Frank Zappa's band was called Mothers' of invention.
In metal terms mother is short for mother fucker and its not what it means in hip hop n R&B:)
mind you mother fucker means someone that's fucking awesome at playing the guitars. Bitch just means lady, and Son of a bitch means guy.

My lady friend found the song faget quite offensive without knowing that JD is actually referring to himself. Many a time JD relates his personal experience and undying need to break away from the shackles of his life as he lived a hard life of being an outcast.

This phenomena enables him to so vividly express it in words. The scream of JD is like none other. the raw hoarseness of his voice shrieks the devils inside everyone and its an invitation to sail away into another time and space, so much so you wake up from it wondering what happened.

To Sunburst I thank you for KORN.
To Korn, i thank you for reinstilling my faith that there can be none better than metal.
To Led Zep, i thank you for the invitation to the court of Oden,
To Metal, i thank you for quenching my desire,
To Jack Black, i understand how the hammer of thor feels when it knocks on your door. The title Gods in metal is a very feasible term. there're only few that can take your breath away and give you a new lease of life in that very instant.

nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit

''There has been no great wisdom without an element of madness''



It has been a long time coming but I needed a good post to like increase the visitor count on my blog once again:)

Today, as almost every Wednesday I go to the temple. Well today's sermon was a tad bit different.
An interesting verse by Fareed was discussed.

ਫਰੀਦਾ ਜੋ ਤੈ ਮਾਰਨਿ ਮੁਕੀਆਂ ਤਿਨ੍ਹ੍ਹਾ ਨ ਮਾਰੇ ਘੁੰਮਿ ॥
Fareed, do not turn around and strike those who strike you with their fists.

ਆਪਨੜੈ ਘਰਿ ਜਾਈਐ ਪੈਰ ਤਿਨ੍ਹ੍ਹਾ ਦੇ ਚੁੰਮਿ ॥੭॥
Kiss their feet, and return to your own home. ||7||

and another verse

ਨਾ ਕੋ ਬੈਰੀ ਨਹੀ ਬਿਗਾਨਾ ਸਗਲ ਸੰਗਿ ਹਮ ਕਉ ਬਨਿ ਆਈ ॥
No one is my enemy, and no one is a stranger to me. I get along with everyone

Next we were told about the story of Bhai Ghanaiya.
Now my Punjabi history may be rusty to my years may be a little mingled up. But the story of Bhai (translation means brother) Ghanaiya (characters name) I fondly remember.

This was during the Punjabi-Mughal wars during the time of our tenth Guru, Guru Gobind Singh.
What happened was during the war many soldiers had fallen down due to the heatwave that day. Mind you soldiers back then carried nothing but solid iron in their vests, helmets, swords (i carried a sword myself and I can assure you it weighed around 15-20kgs easily) along with their footwear and others. So a heatstroke would be a commonplace. The Sikhs were defeating the Mughals as they had chosen the rugged heated terrain to their favour. However one man, called Bhai Ghanaiya was passing by. With him he carried a tank of water. And he poured water on the faces of both Mughals and Sikhs, quenching their thirst and many of them woke up to fight once more. Seeing that most men down were Mughals, the Sikh generals were quite puzzled. So Bhai Ghanaiya was summoned. And when summoned he said, Sir I do not see who is good or bad in thsi battlefield. But all I see is a Holy Spirit 'begging' for water. Sir tell me how do I resist when a Holy Spirit begs? On hearing this Guru Gobind sent him back into the battle field urging him to save more lives.

No this is not a religious sermon rather a stand I am taking for today. The path of righteousness. No I am not an agnostic or an atheistic person. I have my own religion and beliefs. But a strong part of me believes we live in a world today where there is little difference between right and wrong. I once questioned the hatred against the Jews to a Muslim friend of mine (mind you she's very articulate and intelligent so I do trust her) and she admits the Jews are intelligent but because of the Gulf War and her upbringing she says most Muslims see the Jews as evil. I do apologize for using your statement here if you do read this blog. I understand its not a direct quotation but rather a paraphrase and I hope it's an accurate one. I personally believe there is no good nor evil there. The Jews claim the 'Holy' Land is theirs and invaded it, but the Palestinians should've known better than to send rockets out on Christmas. So yes, both parties are technically right and wrong. The paths chosen if argued would be 3 different paths. The Jewish reasoning of 'we were here first', the Palestinian reasoning of 'we stayed here longer' or my favourite, both of you guys are wrong.

Do take notice i'm not being a diplomat. Diplomats would agree with both sides. What I am doing is putting them both in their place.

The Bible speaks of such people as shepherds.
Those who take the path of righteousness, those who choose to take that fine line between what is deemed good or bad are shepherds. (at this point if I am wrong do correct me)

Firstly for those who aren't familiar with the Bible I shall give you an introduction.

The first shepherd recorded in the Bible was Abel, the son of Adam.(i think)

"Genesis 4:1 And Adam knew Eve his wife; and she conceived, and bare Cain, and said, I have gotten a man from the LORD. 2. And she again bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground."

So Cain and Abel each chose different methods for acquiring food. Cain, the elder brother, chose farming, while Abel raised sheep. Both are later asked to make sacrifices.

"Genesis 1:3 And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the LORD. 4. And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering: 5. But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell."

At this point both men are charged 'tax' as both are made to sacrifice out of their labours. In Sikhism we call this 'Daswandh'. In Islam they call is Zakat. - though it does not mean literal sacrifice- rather a donation in both cases as i mentioned. Do not take this literally, for you may misquote me and get me into trouble. So back to the story, as one was a shepherd he naturally sacrificed his sheep and the farmer sacrificed what he had, fruits.

Genesis 1:6 And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen? 7. If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him. 8. And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.

So here, God provided a logical solution to Cain. While Cain had offered an unaccepible offering, this was not really a problem, as he had the opportunity to correct his actions. God asked “Why art thou wroth? and why is thy counenance fallen?” as if “what's the problem?” If God was saying that it was not a problem then obviously he didn't have a lot to be concerned about. At this point, he had not sinned or even necessarily done anything to be ashamed of. Furthermore, God then provided the solution to Cain, “If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted?” Here he was basically saying that Cain didn't need to be the first to make the acceptable offering --- just that he had to do it. History, in verse 8, shows that Cain did not choose to follow the advice, and indeed the commandment of God, and instead killed Abel --- making the first shepherd the first murder victim.

The shepherd here was an innocent bystander who perished. But one who did not choose or favour any side. I'm not raising anti-God statements here mind you. Its just that the name of God has been taken in vain these days especially in Holy wars and such. I mean the idea of war itself is a sin, slewing of men and pillaging of homes and stuff, is that the true path to righteousness?

Anyway back to the shepherd and his journeys.

The next time it appears in the Bible is Mark 15:19 as seen in Passion of the Christ where the high priests choose to release the murderer Barrabas to have Jesus crucified. The shepherd here was sacrificed in envy as the Jews at this point in time saw Jesus as a threat to their superiority and rule. The Shepherd here was sacrificed - righteous (ok at this point i realise righteous people keep dying but hang in there) the high priests (apparently good at that time), Barrabas (definitely bad). And the Path between both paths is the path of righteousness.

Psalms 23:1 (A Psalm of David.) The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

In this chapter, David is likening God to a shepherd. Indeed, he is saying that God is his shepherd, He makes him lie down in green pastures. Green pastures, of course, are rich in food and save from starvation. He also leads him beside the still waters. Sheep don't like drinking from any fast-flowing watercourses, and instead need still ponds or pools of water. So, here the shepherd is supplying the basic needs of the sheep.

At this point the Lord is chosen as the Shepherd, and as the Bible goes you shall realise that the Shepherd is one that picked no sides, nor did he point out which was good nor bad. He only speaks of the path of righteousness. One that trancends good or bad. Good or bad is only a matter of perception. But Righteousness is a stand. A human suicide bomber may be good or bad, but definitely not righteous.

John 10:11 I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep. 12. But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth: and the wolf catcheth them, and scattereth the sheep. 13. The hireling fleeth, because he is an hireling, and careth not for the sheep. 14. I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine. 15. As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father: and I lay down my life for the sheep. 16. And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold, and one shepherd.

A shepherd is not one who is a diplomat- that is to say something to please some one - a hireling, a yes man. Rather one who stands up to be counted and stands out, one who chooses the path that cannot be argued right or wrong.

Such is the path of Bhai Ghanaiya. And possibly many other Characters and scholars from the past.

I just read a book by Malcolm Gladwell called The Tipping Point. It is about the law of capitalism and how certain things happen overnight. The first example is about how Hush Puppies which almost became bankrupt finally became a household name in shoeware. He talks about how something can tip and loose its balance and just cause a total makeover in seconds. Like the Starbucks phenomenon. It defies the laws of evolution, progression. it happens like geometric progression. How high would a large piece of paper (A3) be if it were folded 50 times?


the answer is peculiar- to the sun and back mind you. it is only in theory but its quite fascinating right?

anyway my point about the book was that the hardline it is trying to drill is to be a shepherd, the one that walks the path in between good and bad. I tend to take sides myself very often. Often supporting a friend in need. Recently on a trip with some friends, I was bestowed the role of the shepherd, in which I was made a human being, and I had voices and whispers surround me. 2 or more different stands and I was to take one, and for once I took the hardline stand of being a shepherd. And true to its word, it got me no where. To some, I'm seen as a softie, one that would be bent over easily, to another, as one who had no stand, no stance, but personally I felt, I was neither right nor wrong. And only when another person I call my conscience assured me of my stand, i felt better. At this moment those of you who're reading this may question the characters, but I assure you, it is not that I was afraid to take a stand. Rather I chose not to. And i did not give an implication that i was taking sides, i shunned all sides. I chose to be a non aligned person, totally. and that to me was the shepherd's path.

You see I personally feel we're all monkeying around. I mean can there really be a good deed? the concept of heaven and hell lay testament that there can never be a true good deed. For whenever something good is done, i can relate it to dangling a carrot in front of someone. To buy your way back into heaven as Constantine was told by Gabriel. So long as that lingers, there is no true good deed. Which makes hell that much more likely. But a bad thing, lets say a war, a holy war, lets take sides A and B ( to avoid offending anyone). If A were to win, did they condemn all of those from B to heaven or hell? B died in a holy war, technically they're all shahids. and A killed more than B, which makes them murderers, sinners, killers. But the argument continues A claims their sovereign Lord shall save them in battle and B claims likewise. So can there be a wrong Lord?
the path of righteousness is never wrong. It says, if in war you help the victims, you haven't taken any side. And trust me this is the hardest stand to take.

Bhai Ghanaiya you can say did what the Red Cross is doing now many years back. Isn't it a wonder that the red cross flag is an exact fit of the puzzle to the swiss flag. The Swiss, the only true non aligned country in the world. Yes I said it. Because the others claim to be NAM but they just shoot off when things go bad. The Swiss arrange for 'tabletalks' between world leaders.
Isn't it ironic that a piece of their flag is cut out into a cross and you get the red cross - the non aligned members of a warzone.

Ok at this point someone is going to ask me but what's the point of this post. My answer is simple. In every argument, in every fight, there will always be a good and bad one. If we can choose to be a Shepherd just once, there shall be a true winner. And you will have my respect.
And if I step over the line, do shepherd me back to my path for I am a sheep at heart as well.

Audere est facere - To dare is to do.

My post today is going to be short and sweet:) (for once- without any controversies)


Just View this video *it'll take about 75 minutes for the video alone so please be patient.
And do comment on it.
I personally found it very inspiring. I for one am a person that fears dying. I've always thought of dying as similar to sleeping and like if there is a heaven or hell, or a cycle of life, would I ever get one as interesting as this one? Would I ever be Sanjeet again..


I won't say this answered my questions but it provided me with a different outlook.

Lares et penates legatus a latere

I shall save you the trouble of finding out the translation of my above statement.

'Household Gods; Advisor from the side'

I begin this statement with a reply I gave my colleague at my workplace,

Q:How are you?
A: My emotions and presence is synonymous with the rising sun

Ah yes, the sound silence that breeds a glimmering sparkle when stared at for a few seconds before it initiates a blink due to its majestic beauty (or infrared waves yadda yadda)

In short, somethings aren't worth pondering. Just look, admire, and leave your nose out of it.
And no this is not a statement of intent or a warning, but rather an observation, and a lesson.


Ambiguity has been a strong point in my musings as I aspire to not be a journalist but rather a trapeze act. Vague, and totally unrelated. But let me explain further, in a trapeze act, some want something wrong to happen as it'll make a good spectacle. (I honestly admit I fall in this group) and the other group wants it to go perfectly well. I shall not judge both groups as they have their personal reasons and points to note on why they prefer their choices.


So let me reiterate my point, in any case, instigating an outcome should be avoided. I once read on a painting- 'Life is a mystery to be lived, Not a problem to be solved'

The live and let be solution has gone astray recently. In the wake of the recent scandal and the comical as well as deteriorating state of our headlines in the news and on the internet, I wish to convey my sincerest apologies to readers alive. A close aide of mine recently had an encounter with a gawking male who made a very odd/imposing/violating gesture on her. Nothing happened was what I was told, but the point is a thought like that had passed thru the minds of many. I realize many fail to find out how the issue affects this person, rather they chose to find out the worst extent and work backwards.
To clear it up, instead of saying, hey how're you feeling, many (myself EXcluded) would go, did he touch you???

I realize I shall someday meet a rape victim in my line of duty and my first question would be how're you feeling and I would share her sorrows. I would let her recapitulate her story to me. But I fear that somewhere along the way, a seemingly apathetic idiot will come by asking her what did he do to you...


Firstly a traumatic experience is relived, replayed and remembered each time it is recalled.
A simple example would be and accident
A victim would recall everything, from the moment before the accident, the ordeal itself, the smell of burning rubber, the sounds, the smashing of lights, the miss-of -a-heartbeat feeling, the vibrations that accompany the crash.
Now I personally cannot vouch for the truthness in this statement. But I myself remember vividly every ordeal from the emotions, to the physical attributes including the sweaty palms, the tears, the pain that you get when you hold your tears back for too long, so much so every blink hurts and water seeps out, but you hold your act together.

And I know a few who are so in touch with their memories that they recall every moment the way I do.

I wish i could recall where i heard this but this next statement but i hope it shall raise a thought, maybe even some hairs -
"The pain of my mind is of mine alone, who else can understand this emotion''
- I remember it from a scripture, The Bible, The Holy Quran, The Holy Granth, The Bhagavad Gita, I really cannot recall

But it left me pondering. Each time i am told to emphatize I stare at the person and try to recall an emotion that I once felt and then relate to that person. But in truth, nothing ever succumbs to it. What you hear is but a toned down version because words can never replace emotions. Words can express emotions but never replace them. You can cry while reading a book, but you shall never be able to write about why you cried. It is similar to recalling the exact details of a dream.

And in truth, I admit that I hold back my tears a lot. Be weary of a person who is the joker among the mourners. Because one who is afraid to cry, is just trying to protect himself from the impending tirade of sadness. In my darkest hour, I shed a tear at most, but at times I wish I held back less and shed more. For the valour and honour that I uphold with a nonchalant uncanny facade, is merely a painting that others admire, but only I shall know.

The Bhagavad Gita states
Emotions are the track on which all thoughts must travel

I am a firm believer in this. Today in utter bliss, I shall succumb to the fact that I am a mere mortal and I shall sincerely apologize for my quirps and remarks made when rage was my offramp.

I read this on 4chan.org and i found it rather hilarious. Yes i know there are many Christian Readers here and I'm not in support of what is said. I just thought it made a good laugh.

Qvalis artifex pereo

The price of my servitude knows no limits. I have recently been employed as a waiter and so if you wish to see Sanjeet balancing footlong glasses on a tray that's full without breaking anything, please be my guest.

My workplace is in DOME Subang Parade.. And I personally don't get staff meals or discounts myself, so please don't beg for discounts. On the upside, the fellow waiters/waitresses, stewards and chefs are a joy to work with. The customers can be very nice, I recently received 3 great comments on cards personalised to my name.
One dude even told the manager its quite amazing I'm just a waiter:) - when I told him it was part time and I'm a 3rd year student he says its not hard to believe. Yes, a dream come true. I finally look my part as an intelligent person.


All my life (ok b4 the spectacles at least) I have been portrayed as a hopeless dumbnut. There was once when I was in standard 5 and I was loitering alongside the corridor as I was banquished from class as I (as usual) didn't do my homework. So I was sent out of class and I just thought I'd take a few extra strides. My life in primary school was quite a learning curve, initially in standard 1 I was a goody 2 shoes but by standard 2 I had an argument with this boy Nyanes (indian dude) and it involved us getting involved in a punch-up. I had a reputation of being a softie before that incident. I was later brought to the disciplin master's office and swatted on my legs with a feather duster. And the shame hurt more than the pain. But as I grew older, the shame started fading, and so getting whacked by a teacher was a norm, so much so I told the girl next to me, "Miss Sri is gonna hit my arm with the 1 metre ruler twice and tell me to get back to my seat. I rather take that than write my essay." So yes back to my loitering story, Pn Arisson- some pain in the neck lardball comes up to me and shouts what are you doing outside your class. So I told her I was chased out. And she asked which class and I said 5 Dahlia (the 2nd class- i dropped out of the first class cos i was dumb:) would you believe that...) And she refused to believe me. She took me to the headmaster, where I got a customary swatting again. Her plan was to check the records. And this lady was so spiteful she started checking the roster from the last class, 5 Teratai upwards. And when she was done, she found another punjabi boy's name and accused me of being Ranjeev and not Sanjeet. Ranjeev was in 5 Ros which was the 6th class. The fracas took up the whole period and Mrs Chan my English teacher came into the office and finally said I was from 5 Dahlia and she used these words, "He is surprisingly intelligent", pointing at my scruffy shirt that was partially untucked from all the running around before classes started.

So yes, in many ways I'm glad the look is here. Now to act intelligent. LOL, that i'm still working on.

Now back to my job at Dome, my admiration for waiters is incredible. Standing for 10 hours and literally waiting for customers is a real chore. Your feet turn sore as soon as you return home and the fatigue overrules the hunger. You just crash in bed only to wake up 4 hours later to have your dinner that had been waiting on the dinner table 7 hours ago. But on the brighter note, my parents missed having me around the house, so they made me opt for the afternoon shift and work only 5 hours a day and 20 hours a week (which is part time at Dome).

I was browsing thru the TV today and if I've noticed one thing, its that we're just getting more and more savage as the days run by. No not that Gaza conflict or that Sri Lankan - Tamil Tigers war, nor that prisoner that died in custody, although I was amazed in the papers that someone said we should not herald CRIMINALS as heroes and police as villains. Ah yes, the beauty of language, someone arrested is called a suspect, and only if he is tried in court can he be a Criminal. apparently not. Thank God I skipped Law and chose medicine, although many would agree I'd have been a very successful lawyer. At least as a doctor, my statements will have some credibility and no one can make a mockery of the healthcare of the country. Note to all the bravado's that're having processions, a good plan would be to steal each others slippers and get arrested for 2 weeks. confess to the crime and commit the crime in USJ. But make sure at least 200 of you are stealing at the same time. Don't be a menace to society, steal each other's shoe and not the general public's. Now flood the station and tell them you won't talk. And then when they torture you, in unison say that you forgot you lent each other the slippers/shoes and then say it was just a misunderstanding. Repeat the incident about 10 times and you shall get your revenge. Processions are too cliche la. I mean it was fun to read about at first but now its just boring.

And to all those who're rotting at home like Zalikha back in Bintulu. Be creative in life. Go and build a kite out of matchsticks and a paperbag. Then fly it as the wind blows strongly, and then light the string that you're holding with a lighter and watch the plane set ablaze. And shout Hell awaits all you sinners.
Fall on the ground, wiggle a little and say you had an epiphany.

IF that seems too extreme, dig your backyard for some grubs or worms or termites. Grab them all and put them in the middle of a news paper and burn all the sides. You'll see the sorry lil creatures run to the middle of the paper as the fire encroaches them. Even better if you can get snails. Add salt in the middle before burning and watch them die. And practice breaking bad news to the small kids that're wondering what in hell medical school did to you and say, Boy, I'm sorry to say, the snails have perished. I'll collect your soul tonight.


Or even better, collect your navel fluff in a bottle, then burn it.

As you can tell, pyromaniacism has recently struck me. It is just a way of venting my anger as I watch our world crumble. 10,000 migrant workers are sent back home from Dubai during the economic crunch, 70 ethnic Burmese are soon to be deported back to Burma as the Thai gov cracks down on them, although the Burmese men, which are about our age, that live in muck to earn a living claim that they will perish back home as they will be murdered. I choose to not get my emotions high, but I find it hard to believe that man made laws have inflicted more pain on each other than anything else. The economy was man's great feat, and yet a crumbling world economic crisis beckons. And all hopes lie on the shoulders of the Will Smith lookalike. And war, damn it why bother la.. Its a waste. If war is really necessary, do it like how Achilles did it, send the best man from each army and the winner takes all. As how the Minangkabau's used a hungry calf to defeat a raging bull. Who the hell wants to see a man with a rock take on a tank.

As you can tell my ideas are aplenty, but I am not taking sides. In war, I personally believe there are no protagonists. I'm just adding salt to the peanuts to give it a more acceptable taste:)


Also Appreciate Randomness. It is the only thing that keeps me sane at times. Randomness freaking rocks man.

like this one...

Ascendo tuum

:)

For once I'm gonna let you find out what ascendo tuum means...

See in life, you'll have a group I affectionately call the dandelions:)
ah yes, them flowers which clog your nostrils with them pollen and irritate your eyes. Dandelions are carried off as the wind washes it away. Anonymity is something a dandelion possesses as no one ever knows which plant it came from, but once the plant has grown, we all bear witness to how fucked up it can turn out to be and have our suspicions on who the culprit was.

yeah i'm speaking in riddles, to sum things up, some people choose to remain anonymous while taking low pot shots. let me address you personally you TICK. You can suck the blood of a lion, and leave a scab on his torso, but you're so puny, he chooses to resist even scratching you. And the day you figure out how insignificant your contribution is to this world, I would take my applause with great pride. So yes, I should be ashamed of myself for letting a tick take a morsel of my sovereign blood. Little did i know I was even bitten. But being the self declared defender of the meek, you shall come back and read this post. Yes, you shall come back and read this post on my blog, for you are a sad puny tick that relies on my blood to survive. Do me a favour and stay off my turf:)
Pest control isn't what i applied for:)

I bid you adieu
ascendo tuum:)
(anonymous)

A verbis ad verbera - From words to blows "When trouble looks for you, its rude not to reply"

lol...
Chong Beng messaged me online today to point out who had dissed me:)
the wonders of having people watch your back.


Oh well, she must be reading this blog as well, or someone in the Convo Mag committee must've spilled some beans.

anyway no use pointing fingers.
Unlike some unnaturally gifted individuals who lack the flair and charisma it takes to be Sanjeet:) *hint* I am NOT too busy to do anything for Christmas- instead i went to Jon's place- an old high school buddy and we had a round of CS that ended at 4am:).
For new years, you bet your sorry arse i will be out. See unlike this ewok (lol that creature from star wars) I do actually have a social life that does not resonate in grunts and destructive moans such as the lame ass "super sub" cheer:)

My wit forbids me from ever making such calamatous forms of art, for it is down right degrading. Apologies to ewoks, a gremlin would be more likely. yes gremlins, them fearful creatures that can be nice, and yet can be so freaking nasty you wish you had 2 rounds in your double barreled shotgun, one to punt its head off and the other to mutilate its nuts/reproductive canal to ensure such heinous beings are not further created.

But then again, they probably lack a sense of belonging. After all, how much would she know about class and standards:)
She'll learn it in UK i hope, or she'll bark at the polished individuals the way a mongrel barks at everyone that passes by. Anything that makes her wag her tail:)

this next picture is dedicated to you my dearest sweet lil pinch of shit:)