Gedankenexperiment

Olive green turtleneck, dark denims, Birkenstocks , cafe latte in one of those mugs with something silly like "#1 Dad" or "World's Best Bastard". The T.Vs turned onto some news channel or the other, who really cares, he knows his morning routines are pretty much scripted to whatever was on that show with the normal family in that average house somewhere Downtown, or whatever. If he wanted to, he'd probably be pulling out a warm pair of his own jeans from the oven, in the nude, with a toothbrush still in his mouth, it's amazing how easy it is to picture yourself doing that. But once you leave the house, and interact with well dressed people, you feel dirty, immediately deleting the memory of that morning and replacing it with something,

Normal.
----

Welcome to my take on people and society in general. I'm not the best at what I do, but that's only because I have no idea what I'm doing, the story may shift here and there, there may not be a story at all , I may guide you into many walls, but I guarantee, the nano-second of disappointment will not be alien to you, an emotional medic that's constantly working in your head, keeping you content, making you feel important, building ego, repairing fault lines after a fight. If you really aren't feeling that familiar self-worth, it's likely that your medic is stuck in traffic.

"Can I get the cheapest vodka you have?".


D.W

Puddle

"... imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be all right, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for."

-Douglas Adams

Consider yourself,

moved.

Revelry

With great haste,
And empty bladders,
We fled the balcony.

D.W
Whenever

On the way down

<3

Harakiri

As I shed a single tear,
While you remain silent at my feet.

I am everything you wished I would be as dawn paints the sky.
The world awakens as you kiss the soil.

The hour comes sweeping,
While you stay kneeling.

You pray that I will be as swift.

Goodbye my brother
I will see you again.

Dayaan W.

He lives

He finds home with the maps scarred on his arm, and the wounds unhealed within his subconscious.

He knows full well, that he cannot live out his hedonistic dream.

He is the dying mother of his own mental being, conceived and experiencing the world folded onto itself.

He is born out of myth, and exists by reacting with what we accept is reality.

Awaken.

Dayaan W.

This must stop 'Tree'.

Look,
I'll level with your tall, towering ass.
I know it isn't eaasy being a tree, especially with the Swedish running around.
But really, you cannot, honestly think that people would mistake you for a human being, thats just wishful thinking tree!.
Stop being such a cunt and assume regular tree behaviour, you cannot run with those legs tree!, they're just made of bark, even a chipmunk with a chainsaw could catch up to your stupid ass!.
I'll bet your tree friends think you're all that with your two legs, but you don't fool me you bastard, I know I waved at you when we met, but that was just me feeling sorry for you.
Motherfucker.
Get back to your roots tree.

----

Alright so I decided to put up my own homage to the person who runs one of the most awesome blogs I've come across.
The tree I picked was one I photographed myself in an eco park at the Kandalama Hotel in Sigiriya.
Oh yes , big-ups to the 53rd Division of the Sri Lankan Military on finally putting an end to the LTTE Chief.
Thats all from me now.
Bai.

Rawr

I am a rebel
Or am I really?.
A long time ago, I used to rebel against anything that stood in the way of my pseudo-hedonistic lifestyle.
But that was me at 18, today I can admittantly say that I base my opinions on whether the information regarding the subject matter is easily accessible or not, which sounds pathetic really.
I hope that people who ever had a measure of respect in me can forgive me for this, but there have been incidents where I've come out on top without question.
I honestly have no clue why I decided to write this, I've been yearning to write about anything, for quite some time, maybe it's just me desperately wanting a magnum opus of my own, ignoring the fact that I've got a lot more time left in this world.
But I feel I've lost faith in faith itself, I could pass inexplicably, leave a trace for a year, and then be forgotten like a firecracker glorified.
A cousin of mine here in Sri Lanka recently reminded me that the emotions you show, the extreme ones that are born out of a social reaction, are the manifestations of God himself, i.e, you being as hateful and ripe with deceit, at your worst time, is but a mere measure of how vicious God can be. As for me, I've been loved and discarded, as well as loved and discarded, driven to sheer terror, madness, love, depression , each born out of each other like a chemical imbalance that can never settle.
And probably never will, but I don't really mind in a way, after all, to feel is to live.
I believe that in order to exist, to truly exist on Earth, you need to react with the environment in some way, no matter how small, or insignificant. You could bump into someone on the street that you've never even met before, and it would have some kind of effect later.

I actually typed this out a couple of days ago, thinking I'd complete it, but I honestly couldn't be arsed right now.
Sorry.

EDIT: I just got back from an awesome trip to Sigiriya last night, we stayed at a couple of hotels, the second one being the Heritance Kandalama which was just beautiful since it was built around a forest, almost everything left undisturbed
http://www.heritancehotels.com/kandalama/

Thats all from me now,

Bye <3 :)

Better than crack

I miss(ed) the 80s :(

Once held

"Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire."

-François de la Rochefoucauld

Omegle what?

So recently I came across this anonymous chatroom called Omegle, it's basically the online equivalent of being thrust into a dark room with a complete stranger and forced into conversation.

This of course irked me, for no reason other than, what is an omegle?

My failure in finding a meaning behind it, and my newfound disdain in stupid words that lack a purpose other than to describe a retarded idea that it was made for...
...led me to write out this post at 5 minutes to 5 AM :).

Now I'm sure that, like me, you guys see how this idea can go terribly terribly wrong.

So I decided to try either annoying, or freaking out my given 'Stranger' into disconnecting, this way I can be a nuisance and nobody can really do anything about it. =D

I should give up therapy.

Anywhoooo..


Stranger: How are you?
You: I'm good
Stranger: where you from?
You: Croatia
You: what are hobbies?
Stranger: cool
Stranger: capoeira!
Stranger: are you man or woman?
You: wow
You: I like to nun slapping
Your conversational partner has disconnected.



SUCCESS!
Lets try again, I think I'm getting the hang of this :).




Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: HEY
Stranger: hello
You: MOTHERFUCKER , GIVE ME BACK MY CAPSLOCK BITCH
You: FUCKER
You: GIVE
Stranger: son of a bitch fuck of
Your conversational partner has disconnected.



I'm a pro!



Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hi
You: *drumroll*
Stranger: Huh?
You: NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP
You: NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN
You: NEVER GONNA TURN AROUND AND
Stranger: Asshole
You: DESERT YOU
You: NEVER GONNA LET YOU CRY
Stranger: Go to hell im leaving
You: NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE
Your conversational partner has disconnected.



w00t RickRoll' achievement!



Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hey
You: POOP ON MY FACE
Stranger: HAAHHAH
You: PLZ?
Stranger: that was funny XD
Stranger: d00000000d hizzlemynizzle yo
Stranger: wazzup?
You: MY BEARD DESIRES TO BE STAINED BY YOUR ARSE NUGGETS
Stranger: take that on my ass please!
Stranger: nananan sing with meh
Stranger: comeon comeon
Stranger: dont play so cocky come on.
You: look, I want to post this as a funny conversation on a website
You: why won't you cooperate?
Disconnected.



Well you can't win them all.
Also with that last one, I realise I'm in danger of raising a few eyebrows o.o.
Call me sick at will, if theres a job to be done, I'm going to do it right.

IshouldprobablybesupervisedbyentirelifeIknow

Bai <3

iCan't Sleep

I was just telling a friend (this post is going to come off as boring to you now that you know what it is so move along, you know who you are haha) , sometime after I finally got around to watching that Benjamin Button movie,

I wish I lived in a movie, and I know I'm not the only one who probably feels this way.

That way, you'd know when something bad was about to happen because of the rise in tempo of the music, which would give you enough time to get out of the way because that killer panda moonlighting as a ninja is totally going to rip you a new one.

Some people want to know how their story ends, some would rather wait for the surprise, or for some, an anti-climax.

I'd want to know whats in store for me really, I'd have a chance to improve on it, or just be content with the way things are when current affairs go awry.

I guess for a select few, you'd really be able to categorise life with movie genres, you'd be able to tell one personality from the other that way non?.

If I had more readers here, I'd ask them to post a comment with what director they'd want their lives done by, but clearly I don't.

Incidentally, I'm loving this two sentence minimum shift thing I have going here.

Ingenious.

I've realised theres really no point, or cohesion with this entry so heres a picture of a sleepy hedgehog.

Taprobane

Like a flower with war-torn petals,
Where the people live on cold showers and hot nights.
The sound of the wingless birds expelled from corroded cannons,
Will drive your flock away from sight.

To sift through the reddenned grain seems a chore
To lay motionless in a pool of tears is much more than I can bear
I wait head-strong and patiently until the sounds of marching men fade, swallowed by the trees
To rise and take stock, and start all over again.

-Dayaan 21/04/09


I'm still in Sri Lanka, taking in the sights and sounds at a moderate pace, due to my stay being unceremoniously extended. On the whole, I don't really mind, I can't believe that so much time has past already.
For everyone I've left in Dubai, I miss you guys loads :), hopefully I'll be back soon.

Cheers,

It will all be over and here we are

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-Q5t4Q26o0

The silence keeps it easy
Keeps you safe for the moment
As you're walking away
Your footsteps get louder
All you needed was time
But now time will destroy us

It will all be over and here we are
We're stuck inside this salted earth together
You'll pierce my lungs
My limbs go numb
As my colors fade out

You watch me bleed
You watch me bleed

I gave you everything but die with a smile
All you wanted was to live for a while
You took everything but it left you empty
You can't replace me, you can't

It's almost over and here we are
We're stuck inside this salted earth together
You'll pierce my lungs
My limbs go numb
As my colors fade out

You watch me bleed
You watch me bleed

It will all be over and here we are
We'll die inside this salted earth together
You'll pierce my lungs
My limbs go numb
As my colors fade out

You watch me bleed

*sigh* <3

Meanwhile, I can't want to get back to Dubai.

iLive

I live with every crack of the sky that brings tears to thirsty soil.
I yearn with every grievance struck upon me by human spite.
I seek the judgement day brought swiftly, ending this mortal frame.
I am but a lone wolf seeking shelter.
I will be forsaken.
I will be.

Dayaan

I collide

One, two three
Lets meet and cavort like old times
In the same apartment towering over city cars
painting bright neon lines in a slow shutter
Lets roar louder than the fire engulfed
In, out and around a dying building sacrificed

Twirling and twisting around a promise broken
Time beats with the sound of scurrying seconds
I'm thinking, running, screaming faster now until sunshine

The clicking hands fall to the floor
It's left me in the middle of my own little choreographed breakdown
As the dust settles
The sun will be my own, and only witness
Goodnight

Dayaan
In his own right

If the last man still stood

Ever found a purpose in thought and failed at it?
You're now not only thinking of a purpose,
But by doing so, proving yourself wrong if you believed in the first line.
I hear about 'modern thinking' so much nowadays and it's quite intimidating if you do follow it closely, because any speculation on the subject automatically renders almost any hypothesis ultimately pointless.

The reason is, because it's just that easy.
Where are the great thinkers of yore?, where are the 2009 incarnates of Plato?, the manifestations Socrates?, hell, where are the damned Crowleys nowadays?.

Haha.

Free speech and the mythical microphone for everybody in today's day and age with the aid of newer and more liberal mediums of media? (thats going to make money someday, or maybe it has already and I've missed the curry-train). Pfft.

The subconscious and taut reins of the 'better man' still pull hard at the layman by the teeth.

I crave for innovation, something new, lets do away with subtlety forever.

And invoke the power of dream.

Nova eterna

Flash photography

Everybodys watching me
Put away good morals and enter the flame
Everybodys haunting me
Tear away the curtains and throw it all in
This is how I want to live
Sonic ecstasy and a box of cigarettes
There isn't a care in my world
Casual blasphemy and a box of matches

Light the fire
Let it burn
The infamous flame
Hiding behind a paper shield
Let it surround me
Let it pull me
Deeper
Deeper still

D.w

Hug a poseur day

Built in her vision

shehara: Sometimes my nose whistles

hitesh: It's okay, ill penetrate your nose!

dayaan: and impregnate your eyeballs. What a fun ride to the delivery room that'll be


shehara: that is almost poetic

WORK ON THIS

dayaan: haha, are you serious?

shehara: ya plz


I see six eyes looking
Looking at me
Sharing your perception

I see six eyes looking
Looking at me
Occular penetration

I reach in with two hands
Pierced retinas
Bloodies t'sheets

I reach back with two hands
Lifeless and limp
Bloodies t'floor

I see four eyes looking at me
Looking back at two
With cruel intent

D.W 5/12/08

August Burns Red for Desert Rock '09

Peter says:
Desert Rock Festival’s announced line-up so far is: Arch Enemy, Opeth, Chimaira and August
Burns Red.
Peter says:

Dreamfall | noms you says:
WHAT
Dreamfall | noms you says:
THE
Dreamfall | noms you says:
FUCK
Dreamfall | noms you says:
SHIT ON A MULBERRY PATCH FUCKJING
Dreamfall | noms you says:
FUCK
Dreamfall | noms you says:
YUE
Dreamfall | noms you says:
SHIT
Peter says:
hehe
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OMG
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OMG
OMGOMEGIN EG
EGOINU83h
Dreamfall | noms you says:
3n94b
Dreamfall | noms you says:
FUCK SALAD
Dreamfall | noms you says:
SHIT
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OH MY GOD
Dreamfall | noms you says:
DUDE
Dreamfall | noms you says:
INSANITY UENU#BNF*)(H#
Peter says:
i am waitig for brunos reaction
Dreamfall | noms you says:
OH MY COCK BURN MASALA WTF SHITFUCK YESYES
Dreamfall | noms you says:
HOW DO YOU KNOW?!

So I began, with the end in mind

Syndrome

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"They're not letting you go back"

"Wait, hear what?"

"Here they come.."

"But I thought...."

Thats all that I managed to get across as a white star burst into flames, and rained hell around the two of us.
Time isn't a factor well realised here, you could live a century in a second, and the only thing you'd have to prove you were there,
is the experience in itself.

Songlines

There are no secrets here
This is the busiest terminal in the universe
There's no way I can stay
Yet I've created this place

You existed here once before
I remember the outlines
I remember almost everything
We lay on the floor counting

I can't take anything with me
I can't leave anything behind
I have the tiniest part in this drama unfolding
Until I'm pulled back down

We have no consequence
We have no effect
We have nothing else
We are The Undreaming

D.W

I'm a mouse

Duh?

Being a smiley isn't really all that fun

I feel like I've been given a whiteboard and a large black marker pen with nothing on my mind so this'll have to suffice for now kai?.

Smileys have it bad

Bai

EDIT : Uploading onto the blog seems to butcher my beautiful clock :(, I'm going to have to link >.<.

Blowing away cobwebs and dried up wit

Er, hi.

Alright, lets see if I can actually get this thing back into gear, it's been almost a year since I visited, I'll leave you with something recent.

Thanks.

Sleep well my late friend
This was all over in a heartbeat
I hope you're never lied to
And I hope you'll forget

I can't leave this behind
These hands will always be mine

Blinding shine, whiten the road ahead
Eyes already widened minutes before
Two lives ended before they ever began
Walking it off, soft steps, weary wanderer

I can't leave this behind
These hands will always be mine

I'm home with a different colour
Your colours still run where I left you
These shades will forever bleed into one
These rivers will forever drown me

Dayaan,

For Kirk

I've forgotten what taste feels like
Now that I've crossed the space
Flickering butterflies cross the eyes
Drawing patterns within the hair flow

Now I know what they talked about
I've gone away, on a trip to return
Completely anew, nothing you've ever seen before
The street signs will stand as strong as I've left them

D.W 24/10/07

I wrote this in my head last night whilst driving home, showed it to Kirk a few minutes ago and he wanted me to put it up here.
Hope you like it as much as I try to.

Cheers all and have a great weekend.

They stand weathered

I trust the flow
For I swim in your sea
Your still waters
The liar sinks

I stay a constant
While they follow time
An easy way to start
What they once lost

I choose not to move
Rather sway
Slowly erode my patience
With the tease of the wind

With whatevers left
I'll still turn my pillow
To the spot where they once lay
With nothing but a sparkle of a future

That saw an end
The flow is swift
The flow erodes
I trust the flow

D.W 19/07

What I've been reduced to

Rit said:
thts the long haired
super tall guy

Rit said:
who sits next to bullu n uzma


Aye, I'm definitely not sticking around long.

Eid Mubarak everybody

P.S <3 Simon Amstell :)

Another year...

...with barely any difference.

Happy birthday Dayaan.

*pulls cracker*

*fizz*

Flicker

The streetlamps seem dimmer,
or is it just me?
nobody around to contradict,
or be comfortably lied to,

But I heard a whisper in the chaos of it all,
I heard the 9:15 sliding past,
And I promise to be motionless.

D.W
20/9

Whats with..

...me liking covers more than originals?.



<3 Frou Frou though this is just really really good.

Internet Flaming 101

HEY EURAKARTE
Donut[AFK]> INSULT
Eurakarte> RETORT
Donut[AFK]> COUNTER-RETORT
Eurakarte> QUESTIONING OF SEXUAL PREFERENCE
Donut[AFK]> SUGGESTION TO SHUT THE FUCK UP
Eurakarte> NOTATION THAT YOU CREATE A VACUUM
Donut[AFK]> RIPOSTE
Donut[AFK]> ADDON RIPOSTE
Eurakarte> COUNTER-RIPOSTE
Donut[AFK]> COUNTER-COUNTER RIPOSTE
Eurakarte> NONSENSICAL STATEMENT INVOLVING PLANKTON
Miles_Prower> RESPONSE TO RANDOM STATEMENT AND THREAT TO BAN OPPOSING SIDES
Eurakarte> WORDS OF PRAISE FOR FISHFOOD
Miles_Prower> ACKNOWLEDGEMENT AND ACCEPTENCE OF TERMS


Yeah, its from bash.org of course.
I joined MAHE.
I hate it.

Only 3 years to go though so yay *stab*.

Misogi

The most terrifying thing I can think of right now
Is a flash flood in a familiar room.
Your possessions, the more totemistic of which float about you
While your mind and body float around in confusion
Just knowing, eventually, fear and confusion on the bookshelf,
You realise whats about to happen and try for the door,
Panic-stricken thoughts projected like darts through the salt
Almost dissecting them in patterns.

The door isn't locked but everybody you ever loved continues at a drier pace,
Wondering why you drink so much, and will you ever awaken.

Awaken

You pinch yourself in an almost laughable way
Noticing the colours on the Dali coffee table book brushing past your earlobe
The progressive stages of desperation are as follows,

1.Shock
2.Disbelief
3.Hyper ventilation
4.Anger
5.Hyper ventilation
6.Exhaustion
7.Why me?
8.Defeat

Wallowing in a sea of self-pity, the balcony door slides open,
Kicking off a wall, you lunge towards it

But stop midway because you know there will be worse fates at hand,
At thought.

In succession.

Just embrace this inhuman,unworldy moment


For a while longer.


Farewell.

Pisschrist

Maybe it isn't all so deceptively linear, with event after event , unless you're a firm believer in fate.

I see it more like....a web, or an arrangement of fairy lights, each with varying intensity, its so fucking alive I can almost feel every fiber,

taste every leaf,
see every stupid animal-shaped cloud.

I've lived the better half of my life under the impression that I shouldn't really care about being an 'ist' or an 'ian' , even when told that I was probably just afraid of conforming.

Laughable.

Thats just it, isn't it?.How does one stray from conforming without actually doing so unintentionally?.

Well thats just it really,

intention.

Lets leave what we already know (or should know, *gazes at you meticulously*)

It's 3:09 AM, I should get some sneep.

I can't remember the last time I've felt so secure and stable, everythings under control and easy reach for now.

<3 you.

Hai ate us :(

So I picked up a couple of albums the other day, NIN's Year Zero that I've been putting off for a while, and I finally decided to pick up a copy and give it a go, while I was there, I also spotted 'Awake' by Josh Groban and thought I'd pick it up as well.
I've really liked this work before with 'Closer' but I have to say that at this point, I'm really lovering Awake, the lyrics are cheese of course, except for a few numbers but the man's vocal technique is astounding , you don't have to be a vocalist to catch upon a few interesting things he does in the album.

I've said it before when I used to run those old reviews and I still appreciate an artist who can use dynamics to his/her advantage. I'm a baritone myself and anyone would tell you how difficult it is to keep up with all those damned sopranos/tenors highs, Mr. Groban certainly does know how to raise you up even with a lower register (fuck did I just do that? , I swear it was unintentional,









fuck.)

I did get around to listening to Year Zero though, its a wonderful album, Reznor has again proven that he can still make music without the heroine, a flurry of high-fives to you my man.

Moving on, what?, I'm fine actually, a lot better in fact, thanks to her, I feel alive thanks for asking.

:)

The bands doing incredibly well too, Murtaza proved to be a great great great match with the Gotwood line-up, I hope he'll hang around with us :), look out for an EP coming out soon.

In other news, my 21st birthday since my esca....fuck.


In other news, my 21st birthdays coming up, am I excited?, nope.

Yes this was a post for the sake of posting, kinda the purpose of this blog, then again blogs don't need a purpose, just posts.

Goodnight.

No we aren't...

.....dead just yet :).

The Great Sea

It feels so good until the waves swallow you whole.

I wonder what comes first, the thought that you're actually drowning, or the quick burst of air that fills your lungs soon after.

Sometimes realisation isn't as swift as we hope it'd be.

This sea is almost an ocean, I cannot help but pour more in.

I wonder why I care, I see through it anyway.

When all you think you needed was just one breath to stay afloat.

It will be taken away.

This is an endless cycle of inspiration and disappointment.

As one dies, another is reminded of it's fate.

The sea has become us, we've become the sea.

This is but the first wave.

Realisation will never be as quick.

So I began with the end in mind.


Caes

Another filler

Heres my pathetic excuse for an entry since I haven't been blogging lately,



I know I know, I never thought I'd succumb to blog quizzies either but its come to this so shut up and take it internet leeches.

I still love you.

Beibei

-AA,Muffin :),Gorillaz,Burns

Wrenched

Massive Attack's album of something or the other playing in the background, the more I try to think about the name, the more my who-gives-a-flying meter glows red. This would be one of the few times I've been inspired to write about myself, ironically enough it took a night of drinking to bring me here but there goes another reading on the meter. I've an idea, lets turn this into a blog post, lets jot down something of substance, lets give 'em something to enjoy or more likely, something they could say they enjoyed without seeming awkward, better yet, lets end this sentence.

It's been about 2 or 3 hours and I still can't attribute the flavour in my mouth to anything one would experience in everyday life, though I'm thoroughly glad to see that cigarettes still bank on mystique, everybody knows what any kind of liqour might taste like, but with cigarettes, theres always that curiosity that momentarily overcomes your regular run'o'the'muck nicotine addiction. Bliss.

Over the past few years, I've dedicated much of my life to passively experiencing everything life has to offer, as well as experiencing what people actually mean when they proudly, yet stupidly proclaim that very statement. The first few words that would probably be on everybody's mind would probably be 'sex, drugs and rock'n'roll' , but really, everybody at this stage knows that the afore-mentioned 'creed' has been done time and time again until a life form becomes reminded of pain.

Ah sweet pain, it runs through our bodies like a black'n'blue river , never all that predictable , yet insultingly 'I told you so' when it does manage to strike you like a rookie ninja on his first day.

Recently I've been received the 'emo' crown (of thorns) after I joined a certain band, and this links me quite neatly to old man river , pain. I know for a fact that the word 'emo' doesn't really mean anything to me apart from a fashion sense or a trend, but I'm yet to meet an actual 'emo-induced' person, If you're one of them, please reply to this post so I can slap you quite swiftly on the face and prove that you aren't, the world has bigger problems than your dye-rottened head can possibly conceive.

*sigh* ignorant fools.

Call it a phase, but it might just be another spliff of experience pour moi, again just taking the world in without a gag reflex, trying out different things.

Being worldly.

Hahahaha thats rich.

I'm going to go ahead and end this little rant or whatever it may mean to you, but before I do, I'd like to formally apologise if I caused any of you to be curious about smoking, go ahead and read the little text on the boxes that informs you about the ramifications of ignorance,

Good day.

I just tried to backspace a speck of dust

Like water over a blue flame,I'm left without a plan of action.
I really haven't got a clue about what to expect in years to come.
Who do you blame when you really would die for something,
and then you realise you're not a part of a TV show where undeserving
actors spin yarns that aren't even original, let alone self-penned, and are ultimately rewarded.

This isn't poetry.
Why are we so weak-willed?, how do we always manage to fail in tests like that,
that inevitably lead to crackly, moral ads that seem to mock, rather than preach?.
I'm tired of beginning every thought with the words "I wish..." ,it makes me seem a really ungrateful,
but then again when do you know when you're genuinely ungrateful ?. Theres always something this world
spews at you, that can always 1up (or 1down) your current state of despair and above all,
Loneliness.

This isn't poetry.
Why do I have to put on a mask of interest whenever I have to read bad writing or silly and stupid blog posts for instance?.
They always put my own pieces into perspective which come off as equally amateurish.
Why are there so many politically-incorrect morons around me, that are quicker to voice their opinion,
than they are to come up with one thats uninfluenced by a wave of folk that hail from the same flock?.

Again, this isn't poetry.

Nope, this time it really isn't poetry.

-Caes


Mementos - Claires ring, AA-IOYP, Augustana, The E.T Ends

Fun with links

Hangman's Joke
Asking Alexandria
The Press
Stu Williamson

Definition

Snowy Days and Stressful Recordings

Hi, this would be my first post of the new year, I do realise its really late but I really had nothing to write about.

Yet now I find myself with a lot to write about but a lack of time, ignoring the fact that my fingers are quite numb (among other extremities). Recording goes well thankfully, my bass is done, and so are the drums.
Right now I'm in an internet cafe which happens to be right underneath a movie theatre, my toes don't feel like they really belong to me and I'm aching for a sandwich.
I'm coming back to Dubai on the 13th, so more news shall follow after that hopefully.

I really don't have much to say apart from..............nope I really don't have anything of substance.

Hope you lot are doing well, if you don't know where I am or what I've been upto, I'm sure someone will be able to fill you in.

Ah well, g'bye

Keywords - York,Recording,Piercing,Pret A Manger,Pig Hut,Delerium,Protest the Hero

The Zen of Carpentry

With these tools carve your face,
with these lies you carve your fate,
with a smile, you carve your allies,
with a finger you carve your enemies.

With error, you wrongfully cry out,
For with pain you craft magnificence.

-Caes

Liquid libido

So I'm at work.....working,

when I come across this one product article about a beverage being released here in Dubai by Al Ahili,
I'll let the image do the rest of the talking.



I <3 Dubai.

Hindsight

Artificial drafts reveal signs of cold weather inside a box
A body's uncontrollable urge to maintain warmth

A resort to reveal reason
A mind's controllable, yet absent attempt to fight sanity

A magazine of bullets to end unhappiness
Smoke it to the butt, stub the filter.

A cup of warm coffee to add to the concotion , a relatively sober speedball of sorts.

These are the steps of the subtle degeneration of man.

A seemingly endless night of worry and despair
A magazine left empty, the situation sarcastically grins.

Roll over on a bed to watch the room convert into an arsenal.
The gleam of a needle, and the grimace of someone who swore "he'd never".

These are the steps of the subtle degeneration of man.

Dialing solace.

It's set, the orchestral gathering of thoughts.

Goodnight.

Fanny e-Bandits

Somebody added me on msn last night, after reading this, I won't really have to explain anything.

DayaaN [got wood?]
Hiya
fun4younow_542
hi
DayaaN [got wood?]
who is this?
fun4younow_542
how are you
DayaaN [got wood?]
I'm good, yourself?
fun4younow_542
busy
DayaaN [got wood?]
Who is this by the way?
fun4younow_542
i am marko ia m in al bustan center you know
DayaaN [got wood?]
I don't think I know a Marko, you might have added me by mistake
fun4younow_542
hello you want to chat, hello
DayaaN [got wood?]
how'd you get my email anyway?
fun4younow_542
no i know you from zorpia
DayaaN [got wood?]
oh?
fun4younow_542
you know al bustan center far from ou
fun4younow_542
f*ck me



at this point I was laughing so hard , I was in tears


DayaaN [got wood?]
HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA
fun4younow_542
no really
fun4younow_542
f*ck me
fun4younow_542
*gives me a cell-phone number*
DayaaN [got wood?]
sorry pal, I don't swing that way

what he said soon after sent me into more spasms of uncontrollable laughter

fun4younow_542
try
fun4younow_542
come now
DayaaN [got wood?]
no thanks
DayaaN [got wood?]
I hope you find a lot of other fanny bandits , maybe even in Al Bustan :)


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That is all.

Assembly 6

Details are as follows :

Date : October 26th,Thursday
Venue : Lotus Hotel in Deira
Doors open : 7:00 PM
Show starts : 7:30 PM
Ticket Price : 30 AED

Bands performing are as follows (order unconfirmed)

THE SPARKPLUGS (ska)
GANDHI'S COOKBOOK (punk)
BLOODY MARY (punk)
DECOY DEATH TRAP (metalcore)
DEVIANT (thrash)

Organised by the almighty ignite events crewHeadliners for the evening are confirmed as Deviant , The Sparkplugs are a really awesome ska band and I promise you they'll really put on a fun show for you guys, if you've never heard a ska band, you're in for a treat.
Decoy Death Trap are by far one of the most energetic and active bands in the scene, if you want to see the real movers and shakers of the scene today, you'll want to check DDT out.
as for Gandhi's Cookbook and Bloody Mary (from Abu Dhabi), I've never had the pleasure of seeing them live or listened to their material.
So come check them out and stuff on Thursday kai?bye!.

More information (details on how to get there as well) available at ignite-events.com

Cheers.

The Two Decades

So yeah I guess I'm 20 now, doesn't feel much different yet.
Just wanted to say thanks to everybody who wished me and contributed in some way to this very very special day,

I must also show you an e-card that a friend of mine made me (P.S - Thanks Wissam ;) ),



Till next year, cheers to all and have a great day.

Lavatory Graffiti

So I was at Spinneys with Tarun one evening getting something to drink when I decided to answer the call of nature.

Now usually I don't 'go' in places like this, shops,malls,school,the like ,

but if I hadn't gone this time, I would've missed some great art like,


or,


Monet anyone?.

Got Wood?

Woke up that morning with a bad neck and a helluva hangover but I managed to get to Tarun's quick enough,
Kirk wasn't at home and Mark hadn't gotten there yet.
Tarun and I headed over to CBTL for a cappucino.
Kirk calls us over.
We run through our set, didn't go as bad as I thought, managed to sing alright
I think,
Headed over to the venue after getting lost atleast twice.
Ran through sound check.
And I was doing alright so far.


Then the metal kids started pouring in 2 hours later,
Greeted a few people in the crowd and waited until Adham gave us the go.
Hid behind the drumkit after I got bored of walking around.
Quick pep-talk and Adham gives us the 'go'.
We 'went'.



Man it was incredible , we pulled off a really tight set, considering the kind of music we were playing, it was really awesome seeing the crowd enjoying themselves and even (no seriously) moshing :|.
I'm going to end this post here , because I can ^_^.

Thanks a lot to everybody who came and saw us, your support means the world to us , thanks for having an open mind and thanks for listening, we were 'Got Wood?' ;).

This was our setlist for anyone who wanted to know :

Dave Matthews Band - Ants Marching
Incubus - Summer Romance (Anti Gravity)
Got Wood? - Star Train
Red Hot Chili Peppers - By The Way
Got Wood? - Of Today

Cheers all, heres a link with more pics of the show,

Assembly 5 : Re-Ignition

Assembly 5 : Re-Ignition

In order of appearance

1.Got Wood (New name)
2.Nepenthe
3.Devastatrix
4.Sandwash

http://ignite-events.com/

Thursday 7 PM

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P.S Check out DVNT's new tracks on

Purevolume

Audiostreet

The Assemblies are back

The first of the season being on the 7th of September at the Lotus Hotel in Deira.Theres a 20AED entrance charge at the 'gate' and 4 local bands playing including the likes of :

Nepenthe (Thrash/Rock)
Devastatrix (No idea yet)
MorningWood (Jazz/Alternative/Funk)
Sandwash (GrooveCore)

Sure to be a fun way to spend your evening, hope to see you guys there.

Bai Bai!

Cigarette burns and coffee circles

Its easy to draw a link between being in a sensory deprivation tank,

and the relatively slow effects of living alone.

Woke up at around 4:28 PM today and played a little guitar,
conveniently skipped lunch, and managed to get myself to make some coffee an hour after.

Don't get me wrong though, I love this.
I'm afforded a few opportunities of coming home late,getting shitfaced without worrying anybody.

Right now I've got a pack of lights and coffee in front of me, lights dim, and Dire Straits - Fade to black playing.

I've had quite a week too, I won't get into any kind of details , but I wonder how good this will get.

The only reason I'm actually even posting this is because I haven't had the time , energy or need to post in a while.

Well I've got time now,

and stuff.


Oh and if you're wondering whats happening with Deviant (or DVNT as we're now called), the recording process is finally over and we've sent in our demo to CSM so keep your fingers crossed for us , lord knows we've got ours in knots at this point.

Cheers and goodnight.

The Collective Unconscious

The hidden sweeps
The clock runs lean
The faster they run
Fueled by ignorance
To choke their own
To Survive

Angels alight, morning fire
The break of dawn will mark
The final circle
Will we perish this time
Or left alone in this
Self destructive dance
To live
To breathe
To sin

Do you really move
As what I see
Nothing ever changes
Never at peace

Do you really bleed
For all that you do
Comes back to you
Never will be

- Caes

Viva Italia and such

Who would've thought football would've been so much fun, Arnold was lucky enough to get his hands on two VIP tickets to the "Majlis" at the aviation club with an open bar and diner and we took full advantage of it.

Great game blah blah but what was really awesome was...



The ultimate head.

I've been on such a prog kick as of late as far as my music listening habits go.


Life update keywords : Italy,Free,Rehan,Gordian Knot,Fantomas,V-drums,52.

Dayaan's random thought of the day #1

"If modern music is technically nothing but different instruments spewing forth a bevy of notes in an orderly manner......



.............will there ever be a time where all possible combinations of said notes are made?"




Perish the thought, although its a little frightening how close music has gotten to the above statement, yes I'm talking about 'grindcore' and all it's other definitive forms.

It's almost like these bands decide to place notes that don't 'sound right' (yes yes I know, grano salis in mind) and just work from there.
Its not that I don't like it, in fact its quite the opposite, I find it really interesting the way bands like 'Sikth' can claim complete originality (for now) because of their 'strange' sound.

Thats all for now, I just thought I'd better make an update before I'd have to do it at gunpoint.

Saves a lot of fuss really.

*Puts on flame suit*

A State

The 3 songs to trip out to include

1.Tool - Pushit (Live)
2.Pink Floyd - Welcome to the machine
3.Massive Attack - Unfinished Sympathy

I had a pseudo party at my place where I tripped out incredibly.

Cheers and goodnight

Stickboy

A long time ago, about two years to be exact,
A bored, yet ambitious boy decided to liven up a certain forum that he was a part of , by creating a webcomic of his own.
However, owing to a lack of funding, talent and time,
It didn't really look all that appealing.

Believing in simplicity , he ploughed on and soon succeeded in spicening up the website he aimed to....spicen

So here it is, The Adventures of Stickboy

P.S On a side note, your first encounter of any of the strips may lead you to think that they're lame.But fret not little ones, for they were made for that purpose , and above all to be show how being random,

can also be kinda funny ^_^.

Go on then :).












Fin.


Incidentally, I've updated the blog roll on the right ,
I recommend Ishyta's blog, though new, I have a good idea what shes going to do with it,

Cheers all ;).

Chat Blog again

ishyta says:
oi blog
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
?
ishyta says:
you blog
ishyta says:
blog now
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
not right now
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
I made that lame blog post recently
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
that should be enough for now
ishyta says:
but why
ishyta says:
i want you to do it NOW
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
:(
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
what do I blog about though?
ishyta says:
aboutttt your cuticles
ishyta says:
nose hair
ishyta says:
any body part
ishyta says:
tht's always amused you
ishyta says:
toe-hair
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
hahahahahha
ishyta says:
ear lobes
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
nipple hair is by far the strangest and most amusing
ishyta says:
yes tht too
ishyta says:
do it. NOW
ishyta says:
bah i'm wasting my time
ishyta says:
i know you won't
ishyta says:
and no i' m not trying reverse psychology.
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
haha
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
nah I wanna post something now
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
I got the window open
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
but I don' tknow what
ishyta says:
say exactly tht
ishyta says:
tht you wanna post about something but you don't know what
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
I've done that before
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
two occasions I think
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
or more
ishyta says:
and type out all the thoughts tht come to your head
ishyta says:
THEN WRITE THT TOO



So I ran out of ideas,
Life update keywords- Sarah , A levels , My Jeep , sheep , Tension , The Davinci Code , Some more tension , Pantera.

Dubai's Budget Advertising

You might have come across a truck with this masterpiece crowning it's rear,



Carry on now.

Graduation '06

I don't know if I'll be able to recreate the feelings or emotions floating through the halls that night , mostly because it happened on Saturday and its like.....Tuesday now.

But where words cease to be effective, pictures do even better,




Rajat gave a very very very good speech , as did Sonam, and Arnold and me managed to move the crowd with our 'close-to-solid' rendition of Mark Knopfler's 'Local Hero Theme : Going Home'.
Whats great is, that song will always make me remember that night, as well as the preparation and practice we went through,

Even as I listen to it now, the beginning still chokes me up.



All in all, it was a wonderful night, one that I won't forget for years to come,
The dinner right after at the Irish Village was brilliant too, Harith took the trouble of making a small speech about everyone in our grade and Aishwarya was kind enough to hand out personal gifts to us all (she even managed to be late for the ceremony because of it, you're an angel hun ;) ).



I'll wrap this up and continue on another post with more pictures as I get them hopefully,
Thank you to everyone whos helped me get this far,
and goodnight ;)

Has it been a year already?

"......this is what blogspot is like.

Nothing much to report on my first post, its 11:09 PM and I just got back home from a small family party , my hairs all fuzzy and I have school tomorrow :|"

My first post on May 2nd 2005, exactly a year ago.

Happy Birthday TLW ;)

Daddy loves you











(Oh God, I did NOT just say that.)

Another chat log space filler

I have been asked to update....

I shall do so,



now.

Dayaan [DVNT] says:
Sathvik looks very sexy now
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
very sexy
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
I can't have him though
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
he speaks of this ...........Sarah
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
his heart belongs to another YA ALLAH!! !!
Sarah says:
sarah, what a bitch, right?!?!
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
*sobbing*
Sarah says:
haha.
Sarah says:
well I know he has the hots for you
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
!!!
Sarah says:
so I may consider sharing
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
speak not
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
of this
Sarah says:
if you offer me the right amount of chocolate to compensate
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
it only hurts me ,
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
I am but a poor young pubescent girl
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
at the ripe age of 13
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
the tender parts of my anatomy have blossommed
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
*sigh*
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
my training bra cutting into my soft skin
Dayaan [DVNT] says:
HAAHAHHA okay I can't go on much further :'D
Sarah says:
too much
Sarah says:
haha I cracked up in the middle of the net cafe




I hope you lot don't think of me as weird now ^_^, honestly it was all in good fun,
Of course this isn't the same Sarah as the one you all know and love, but another friend of mine

this one in fact,

If you haven't guessed yet, Sathvik is her boyfriend and hes in town at the moment, and I couldn't miss this opportunity to poke fun at her yet again ;).

Cheers you lot.

The Year of Tool

"They are the greatest band to sodomize my mind and soul...ever"

I don't care what the rest of you say, I think the new release Vicarious is great, I'm about to pre-order the CD as well.

If you're a newbie to Tool, the first thing you'd notice about their music is the off-time effect evident in almost all their songs, theres always some kind of twist that you can find in songs that would deter your finger drumming or rhythmic head movements.
Danny Carey's momentum building tom-work ,Adam Jones' simple, yet effective guitaring,Justin Chancellor's percussive use of bass and to crown it off, Maynard James Keenan's insightful lyrics and powerful vocals are the elements that together , can cause quite a stir in your thoughts.

I shall say no more.

Dear Murphy

Some of you might know that I'm about to say goodbye to my Prelude, if you don't,

I'm about to get rid of my car.



Now that thats out of the way,

Me and a few friends went to the dealership a few days ago to browse around for good deals and such,
Thats where I spotted her,

She was a white VW Golf GTi, the car I've been after for a little over a year.
Thinking it'd be an automatic, I had already written it off in my mind but it wasn't...
She was beautiful,
the rest of my posse quickly evaluated the car, beginning with whatever was wrong with it (no it was more like JUST what was wrong with it),
My eyes managed to see through the missing rear windshield wiper and the broken right headlamp, as well as the scuff on the left side mirror.

She really was something.

Excitedly, I called up my dad and told him about it and he said he'd take a look the next day.

I went to bed with a smile on my face that night.

This morning, my dad managed to take a day off , and we went and saw the car again, only the salesman wasn't to be found,

I went back there tonight with Arnold and after he inspected my Prelude, he agreed for a trade-in with a little expense. I couldn't believe it to be honest, but apparently it was "on".

I left the place and made my way home and hit the Sheikh Zayed Road,

Then it happened,

My hood flew up and smashed into the windshield and sunroof , I was blinded.
I tried to push it down repeatedly but this only caused it to smash into the windshield again.

I left it in a sandpit close to Thunderbowl and walked home,

The only reason I'm typing all this right now is because it happened atleast an hour ago and I've had plenty of time to think about it and get over some of the trauma.

The worst that could happen at that time, actually managed to happen (barring an accident).

It'll be a while until I can pretend to laugh about all this.

Part 2
-------------------

The walk home was terrible, the wind in my face only reminded me of how the hood flew up about 30 minutes ago (I have quite a graphic imagination)
It all caved in the whole walk home, from what I was feeling at the time, to the vicious cackle I heard from a passing motorist,and the person who came near my smashed vehicle and offered me a laminated card with arabic written on it.

This would probably qualify as the proverbial icing on the cake in regard to my recent string of unfortunate events.

That car is now dead to me,

R.I.P Carla.

Prose : n 1: "ordinary writing as distinguished from verse 2: matter of fact, commonplace, or dull expression"

I've hit a low again,
don't ask me why,

I'll probably forget about it in the morning.

I just feel a little hurt but it'll rub off as soon as I finish this post.

Its closing in on 3 Am right about now.

I feel pathetic having to turn to my blog for comfort.

Musics a great anesthetic when you aren't thinking about it.

This is beginning to morph itself into a poem.

Like one of those 'dare-I-say' emo ones you'd find on a random LiveJournal.

I should be grateful.

Yeah, I should be grateful.

End.

Snow of the Sahara

So its been eons since I last blogged , or has it?,

My blog 'culture' usually entails me being inspired at random times, although right now I'm going to attempt to force it.

hm.

Ah yes, prom managed to suck even more than last years (if thats even possible) ,
However, after about 5 Vodkas (I lost count) and swig of Tequila, Karan made up for the rest of the night with his shenanigans , God bless him the poor sod.

In other news I realised what a computer geek I am,
Our router fried and after about two days of no intraweb , I spent my free time being holed up in my room doing absolutely fuck all.
I did get a lot of bass practice done though, I think I'm finally getting better, I can feel my left hand getting faster , after a stint of it not being able to keep up with my right hand.
I need a proper bass too, I've lowered the action so low on mine that when I tune down to D (which incidentally is what Deviant tunes to) , I get a slight fret buzz,
I'm hoping it won't be noticeable when we record this summer.

I've been listening to quite a lot of Jazz these days thanks to Arnold, mostly stuff by Dave Weckl, if you haven't heard of him, try getting hold of a track of his called 'Tower of Inspiration'.

I've got nothing much to say now,
Checked out Beneath The Remains , NSD , Stenchwart M.A.N , Believe and Revenge Tragedy last night at the 4th Assembly gig, it was great meeting a lot of people there too.

Incidentally, I've added the Sandwash blog to my chain of links, I recommend checking it out.

So thats it I guess.

Cheers and such.

Neunundneunzig Luftballons

This post will begin as nothing but a baseless body of text.
I just clicked 'New Post' on the dashboard and here I am with an empty head and nothing of substance to put up here,

But thanks for joining me here and welcome to The Long Winter ,seats are currently available in the backrow, take a load of your feet and wallow....

Alots happened since I last posted, I had the pleasure of meeting the guys from Testament,Megadeth,3 Doors Down and Reel Big Fish (who signed my wallet ;)) prior to Desert Rock.

If you want me to review the show ,

no,

Although it was could probably qualify as one of the best nights I've had in a while,
Tarun ,Anup and I ended up getting lost on the way to the Country Club, I should've seen that coming, the moment I stopped and asked them,

"Wait a minute, do any of you know where the club is?"

It took us around an hour and a half (minus the pit stops) but we finally got there in time to meet Testament.

What I found amazing was that we met quite a few Deviant 'fans' there who approached us and even singled me out for a quick chat about how the band was going and such
Tarun and I even encountered two drunk guys screaming "OMGZ ITS THE BASSIST AND DRUMMER OF DEVIANT ,LET US BOW"



Spot the blogger ;).

Well thats it for now,

Cheers and such.

Chatblog again

I haven't done this in a while , but me and Tarun just had a conversation that I thought was worthy of one, so here it is
(I rewrote his nickname because its too elaborate)



Tarun...the warmth... says:
Im telling some people about how you are the one that saved deviants ass!!
Tarun...the warmth... says:
you linked the 2 ends of the chain!!
Tarun...the warmth... says:
WHY all girls??...damn you already have the upper hand..
ruffle | DVNT says:
what do you mean ?
Tarun...the warmth... says:
I must tell them you have a small penis!!
Tarun...the warmth... says:
then i will get the groupies..
Tarun...the warmth... says:
hahahahaha
ruffle | DVNT says:
no because
ruffle | DVNT says:
if you tell them I have a small penis
ruffle | DVNT says:
that clarifies the rumour that we shower together
Tarun...the warmth... says:
This is true..
ruffle | DVNT says:
mhm
Tarun...the warmth... says:
or we can say you are a pervert and emailed pictures of your penis to us
ruffle | DVNT says:
:|!
ruffle | DVNT says:
you...wouldn't..
Tarun...the warmth... says:
there is NO ESCAPE FRO A TINY WINKY!!!
Tarun...the warmth... says:
do you really think you can get groupies
Tarun...the warmth... says:
i mean really??
ruffle | DVNT says:
if I do the chicken dance on stage
ruffle | DVNT says:
yesz0r!
Tarun...the warmth... says:
....thats just sad....



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hes right you know.

Arriving somewhere but not here

Anyone who knows me will also know that I like Opeth and Porcupine Tree ,and when two bands tend to link in some way, it makes me all jittery to the point where I change my name, paint my face yellow and run around Ibn Batuta naked (in no particular order).....

It might even happen one of these days *chuckle*

Moving on, with the same topic in mind....

Porcupine Tree - Arriving somewhere but not here

Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river rushing
Through your ears

Arriving somewhere but not here

Could you imagine the final sound as a gun
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out
Was a song?

Arriving somewhere but not here

All my designs, simplified
And all of my plans, comprimised
And all of my dreams, sacrificed

Ever had the feeling you've been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Ever thought from here on in your life begins
And all you knew was wrong?

Arriving somewhere but not here

All my designs, simplified
And all of my plans, comprimised
And all of my dreams...

Did you see the redness block your part?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
Did you feel the end before the suns of mothers
Tearing you apart?

Arriving somewhere but not here


-------------------------------

While browsing the intarweb a long time ago, I was interested to find out that PT's Steven Wilson did a few vocal lines for Opeth's song 'Bleak' , you probably already know this but if you don't, he sings the bit that goes.....

" Devious movements in your eyes
Moved me from relief
Breath comes out white clouds with your lies
And filters through me"

........and onwards after that.

The link in the 'Arriving somewhere but not here' is Opeth's Mikael Akerfeldt's solo in the song.
I'm not going to go into detail about how the solo adds on to the song but it does play a crucial role in the sole meaning of the song if you're visualising it the way I am.

The rhythm behind the song is a driving force, literally in a way because it does bring about a feeling of movement, wind in your hair , head full of thoughts , driving at an alarmingly high speed with something important on your mind.

The Driver
Nobody really thinks a lot when they drive which brought me to the assumption that the driver could have been under the influence of something.
Driving away from worry and pain, or right into the heart of it all to bring an end to it.
He crashes (Keywords:musical cues) but passes away slowly as the music draws to a close.

It could even be something other than a car and driver.
Could it be.....

The Passing
Afterlife,
The title in itself could suggest that the generic human being living his or her life on earth would eventually end up somewhere equally devoid of anything holding true significance after the passing.I thought about this when I listened to it at school in an empty room with a pen and paper.

The song can act as a portal, listen to it and then reflect and make little comparisons between the feelings and lyrics in the song with your own interpretation of the world and it's yet unknown secrets.

I have now officially gone off on a tangent.

Dayaan.

Assembly 2

It went really well, better than I expected actually.

But the whole 'adventure' of sorts that took place the week before the gig was almost 'documentary' material honestly, all the stuff we went through to get ourselves ready and everything that happened like

* The sleepover/late night jam session at my place
* The idea of pulling out of the whole show two days prior to it
* The way my E string managed to break a day before the gig and the whole ride to Wafi just to get a new pack of strings late in the night.
* Getting to meet the coolest local ever (Mo)
* My bed breaking
* Waking up the next morning at 8 (when we planned at 9:30)...
* ...to go audition for BOTB.....
* ...which didn't happen so we went back to Jumeirah to....
* ...catch the DAA Swimathon gig with Disuse and Ashes of Dawn
* Soundcheck when we finally got to AUD
* Setlist issues
* Pulling a muscle in my left leg after or before we played
* Meeting Hakami after so long

But we managed to pull through and my first ever gig with Deviant turned out to be one of their best too and I'm glad to have been a part of that.

I'd also like to thank Ritu,Anisha,Karan,Sharad,Shehara,Hitesh,Richard,Rohan,Behlul,Norain,Ismail,Ardi,Aaron and my dad for being there , you guys were great with all the support and made me feel alot less nervous at the time,
Sarah, even though you weren't there,as always you really made me feel awesome :), come back soon okay?.

Last but not least , Lucas , Tarun and Anup, thanks for making me a part of all this , cheers and heres to more great shows.

P.S > Happy belated Birthday Nauseen and Hannah ^_^

P.P.S > The post is lame , I just felt the need to post something here regarding yesterday's events.

P.P.S > I do believe this is my 50th post too.

P.P.P.S (if there is such a thing) > heres the link to Shehara's photobucket with the pictures from the gig

http://photobucket.com/albums/b162/cancersinthesky/Assembly%202/

Shes like.....back

Today was quite eventful,Sarah landed back in Dubai and shes going to be here for another 10 days,

After finding out about Anisha passing her driving test (congrats again hun ;) ) I decided to take a congratulatory nap after entertaining Sawah with an anecdote involving me and a cow.

When I woke up, Shehara,Karan and Ritu were in the room and I almost thought it was an intervention of some sort :|.

So anyway we did some horrible shisha at Beach Centre which involved a little picture capturing and Karan knocking over a glass of water onto the table.

I shall now proceed with the (ever-so-grainy) pictures taken from my Razr V3i.


Karan's messy


Ritu takes it upon herself to clear the aforementioned 'messy'


The reason we were there


We're not quite sure what it is yet but I'll keep you lot posted

Tennis matches are starting tomorrow and I can't go >.<.

Given to fly

Recently quite a few of you had asked me why I haven't been doing any reviews,
the truth is I've been busy with alot of things lately and I've barely found time for myself let alone the blog.

Yeah thats a lie.

So anyway, heres one of a song that I've been listening to quite alot these days.

Pearl Jam - Given to fly



He could have tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out.
A bad time nothing could save him.
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out.
He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles.
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree.
The wind rose up set him down on his knee.
A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw.
Deliver him wings, "Hey look at me now!"
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor.
Oh, power, oh. He's flying whole. High, wide, oh.

He floated back down cause he wanted to share.
This key to the locks, on the chains, he saw everywhere.
But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed by faceless men.
Well fuckers, he still stands.
And he still gets his love he just gives it away.
The love he receives is the love that is saved.
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky.
A human being that was given to fly.
I'm flying, oh. High flying, oh.
He's flying, oh. High, oh, oh.

The song can be found on 'Yield'
I never did give that album much time , and I'm glad I did while passively listening to it while driving a few days ago, I never liked the music and rhythm in the song until I actually sat through it and found that the rhythm was so integral to the theme behind the track, sort of like 'Rearview Mirror' where the music and rhythm are very......'movey'.
Given to fly is a great example of how rhythm can contribute so much to a song's story and background.
The lyrics provide a pleasant read ,mostly because the theme is pretty straightforward ,
Eddie's classic yelp (if you will) can be heard whenever he says 'Fly!' and you could almost imagine him on a grassy meadow as a hundred American planes fly over Pearl Harbour.
*cough*
The song talks about a suppressed man whos been dancing to the tune of society's flute and basically, living the norm.

Suddenly, salvation.

He breaks free from the shackles and learns more about the meaning of life and how he was meant to live it before the 'system' landed.
He attempts to share this 'love' with the world soon after and the song draws to a close as melodic as how it first started.

Interesting thought - You might be able to liken the story of the song with Jesus on some levels, although my first thought was something along the lines of a visual story that showed a man in an office cubicle wearing a 'leash' (tie) and staring at a computer screen,he is then seen flying high over the ocean with a smile on his face, different panoramic shots are seen with conjunction to the rhythm of the song.
Few of us are that lucky to think outside the box and be able to think deep without being afraid of being labelled a wierd person with a dangerous mind.
If only the world were fortunate enough,

to be given to fly.



Until next time,

Cheers.

Flu paper

I must have gotten the flu overnight,

Nothing serious though,

I haven't bothered taking any medication for it yet,I think I'll just 'wing it' this time.


I've taken an interest in 'Prison Break' as of late, its really proven to be one of the best shows I've ever had the pleasure of watching,



I really recommend giving it a watch , you won't be disappointed.

Now that thats out of the way,

Everything seems to have fallen into place and my trains steaming ahead

also ,I got paid yesterday,

Woo.

The General Leaves

Sarah leaves the country for Cairo tomorrow,

I've never had so much fun in Dubai without her being a part of the group, things are going to be really different, I can already feel it :(.

You never really appreciate a person until they're actually missing.

This probably seems like a good time to hit the 'X' button on this sorry excuse for a blog but honestly,

I couldn't care less ;)

Without Sawah, there shalt be no:-

1>Ordering at a shisha joint
2>Modifying an order
3>Arguing with authority
4>Compliments on how cool Dayaan is (because hes such a rockstah)
5>Familiar smell of vanilla....like anywhere
6>Fun drives to Sharjah
7>Arguiing with authority
8>References to me as 'DeeDee'
9>Usage of crazy immigrant accent with
10>Recommendations on great movies/music
11>Warm hugs
12>Shisha adjustments
13>Incredible source of weird facts



Come back soon kai?

Take a bow

Did you ever wake up on a cold sunday morning and have a bad day simply because you set your mind on nothing going right?.

Not me, this weeks been really good to me,I just needed a clever/deceptive way to begin this post.
I have recently acquired a Motorola Razr V3i, its about time I got a new phone, the baby-blue/pink keypad combination just wasn't me anymore(incidentally the 'old me' now lies in a drawer somewhere in the house).

I'm one of those people who like saving memorable text messages on cell phones (theres yet another reason this blog exists),and that old ones got a heap of messages that I'm going to miss,which is why I'm a little reluctant about letting it go.

I need a new start,

I need to change my priorities,

I need to quit talking about stupid things like ancient text messages,

I need caffeine,

Think damnit think,

do blogs really need a purpose? , check out a few of the blogs on the links section , most of them seem to hold their own out there.

Anyway

I'm supposed to do a 2500 word thesis on language in song lyrics for my English exam and I don't know where to start, either that or I'm just plain lazy,

the latter seems about right.

So I got around to watching Scrubs yesterday, its actually not as bad as I made it out to be, not as good as I expected either but I guess thats a given, it being an American sitcom , it does tend to wallow largely in the 'Saw that coming a mile away' & 'Hurrah for cheap laughs and slapstick comedy!' region.

At the most, I'll say its cute.

Another thing thats been a source of annoyance is shit like this on the internet :-



I want to track down the sad sack of a man who made that and wrap his genitalia around an electric fence.

I'm done for today

*Feels pleased with himself for blogging :)*


Now Listening to Josh Joplin - Camera One

<3 Buttercup

Bottom Feeder

The bottom feeder

Social formulaic utterances
are all thats evident
of this moment
of this air
the atmosphere reeks
the flesh stinks
fret not,let it sink
the bottom feeders the saviour

watch him mend your ailment
watch him fight your war
he stalks the ground
taking your worthless and unwanted
as you soar high above ,with the notes of a song
denying the dynamic that exists in all

no time for pain,escape or let it lie
the world is a happier place
under the sheets,behind the drapes

the bottom feeder ploughs on
though he bleeds
the bottom feeder ploughs on


Caes

Life Update

Because thats what I've been doing lately with this little slice of the 'intar-web'.

Pretty noticeable change in music too, I've been listening to a few Slipknot tracks (yes I know, *audio-blasphemy* and such)
But playing and writing with Deviant has opened my eyes to how music is structured,one does get sick of the generic verse-chorus-verse format after years of listening to stuff like that.

My mum woke me up this afternoon because she found an old 6310i for me to use, it had Shehara's old SIM card in it too.
I put mine in it and started it up and it felt so.......alien, I didn't like it at all,it just felt so different.
I'll probably use it for a while,just for a change.

Oh I finished my English exam too, I'm so glad its over, I don't want to hear the words 'conversational analysis' again,
What a pain in the ass , I don't see how it could come in handy (feel free to comment if you think otherwise).
I also did my TOEFLs yesterday, "insultingly simple", its just the 3 hours of sitting down that killed me.

Oh I've inherited Lucas' 5-string Cort C-5 and I'm liking it alot so far, feels nice to play a full-size bass after being used to a plywood Ibanez GSR for so long, plus it looks alot more 'hXc' ;).
Aside from that, I feel alot more at 'one' with the guys in Deviant now, I've been trying to pen down any lyrics that come to my head at random times,suddenly I don't feel so insecure about being kicked out anymore.

So yay.

On a sadder note,

My family's dog 'Sheeba' passed away in Srilanka a couple of days ago, RIP.

P.S > Keep that blog alive Anisha ;)

Dayaan is sick

Yes its another "what I did today" post, go to hell.

I knew this weather was too good to be true, as of today I have succumbed to the change in temperature.

My world is pain.

I also have an A level English Mock tomorrow (woo), and I didn't go to school today either,and my bag has been in class since the school closed down for the holidays.
I spent the entire day watching Pearl Harbour,sneezing, and cake.

I got a spine tingling feeling today while walking around my room and picked up my spanish guitar from the couch and started playing,
I created something really cool and I hope I don't forget it,
T'was beautiful how it came about too,

I started out with a single note,

followed by another,

and then a rhythm

and then a few more bits and pieces to add,

and finally came up with a melody.

I hope to add alot more to it , like a bassline etc, the thing is I have no way of recording anything I create, I also have nobody to play it with because nobody will ever know what I want the piece to be.

I may sound selfish but I rarely like anybody else fiddling with my ideas and such.

Go make your own damn music!.

Haha I'm such a tool.

Shiver

Yet another long stint of inactivity here,

Fear not though, I haven't given up on the blog, I just wanted it to be a casual place anyway.

So New Years was alright, didn't manage to get wasted though, but I did manage to pretend quite a bit.

I've been listening to alot of The Doors,Armin Van Buuren,Saosin,System of a Down,Slayer and alot of other random stuff as of late, my days have been consumed by a large amount of appointments and such, I've finished my stint at Ibn Batuta too and I'm yet to be paid so yay :).

I've also been jamming quite a bit lately, I've grown more and more on my bass over the past few months, learning new things and best of all, experimenting with different EQ settings and techniques.

Karan came back from his vacation in India today so we were out and about doing the usual.

Bleh, funny how most of the posts here lack any sort of structure, but I guess it adds to the effect....or something.

/shoo


P.S > Dubai has become cold, run away.

The Quiet Place

Hi, I thought I'd put something up today before I attempt to overdose on multivitamins :D.

Work sucks, although I got an email today informing me that my first salary is being sorted out so 'yay'.

I've been listening to alot of depressing stuff but only because I'm making a mixtape with 'em all.

I call it 'Sonic Simplicity' because thats what it is (as lame as it may sound, if anyones got a better idea,the comment button can be found at the end of this post).

Oh I've been on a Ryan Adams kick too, I've been listening to about 3 of his albums...

Heartbreaker
Cold Roses
Jacksonville City Nights

...on repeat.

I really love his style, its so simple and almost rustic in nature.
(P.S Richard if you're reading this, you NEED to give his version of Wonderwall a try).

Did I mention anything about work and suckage?.

Meanwhile I still don't know how I'm going to find a Wah or OD pedal for my bass, or if I really need/want one.

/crappola