Archive | April, 2008

The Last Post

27 Apr

With a heavy heart and a messed up head, i have decided to close this blog. For real this time and for good.

It’s not a scenario i’ve envisioned, or wanted to ever have to do. And that too for the second time. Circumstances however, dictate otherwise.

However it’s been a great 3 years, 4 months and 3 days folks. But it ends here. It ends now. For those of you who were expecting something awesome to look at here you go:

/blog


Now Listening To: Star Sailor – Way To Fall

Goodbye dear friend. You will be missed.

Songs of Forever.

23 Apr

Foo Fighters – But Honestly

Foo Fighters – Come Back

Also, Foo Fighters > Universe.

McOwned.

19 Apr

Life’s good. In fact it’s great. You’re on the top of the world and nothing can stop you. Invincible. Infallible and a bunch of other intelligent sounding adjectives i can’t quite recall at this point of time. Everything seems right with the world.

And then you walk into a McDonald’s see it’s stupid “Official Restaurant for the Olympics” branding all over the place. The poster-child for obese people and leading reason for gastric bypass surgery promoting one of the most rigorous, physically exhausting events in the world.

The irony. It’s rife. And it kills. Faster than a Big Mac, triple-sized oily,OPEC insecurity causing fries and a gallon of cankerous caffeine.

Two minutes later people hear ambulance sirens as the paramedics rush in to sweep the gibs, guts and other remnants of your exploded head off the floor and more importantly, off the fries.

No one likes bloody fries.

Now Listening To: Street Fighter II – Guile’s Theme (OC Remix)

Feedback

12 Apr

Via Gtalk. Feedback on the last post:

sam: so uh
are you ok?
:p
*hide

me: ARRRGGGHHH

sam: HAHAHAHA

me: MY WRISTS!!!
THEY BLEEEDDD!313!
wtf is that gay music in the background
HOLYSHIT!
MCR
KEEEEL MEEEEEEEEEEEE

sam: mcr?

me: My Chemical Romance

sam: hahahaha
you love it

me: TEH WORLD IS FULL OF PAIN!

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In other news, pizza makes the world a better place. For real.

For Immediate Release: Official Correspondence

11 Apr

Dear friends, gargoyles, orcs and witches,

The Emirate of h3lios would like to thank you for all your support and kind wishes towards his royal highness, h3lios the 1st in his time of need.

However his majesty beseeches that you desist from asking him questions like, “Are you alright?” or “How are you doing?”, as it makes him feel, in his own words, “lame”. Rather than bore you with my verbose, dry, formal slurs (as his godlikeness calls it) here is a statement from his majesty himself:


Sup people,

It would be uber-sweet if you’d, you know, stop asking me, stuff like me being okay and crap.

Sure i know you guys care and all that, but asking me those questions routinely makes me feel like some sort of emo-goth kid high on substances like My Chemical Romance, writing poems about death and the futility of life with my own blood that i slit from my wrists to know what pain feels like.

Since i’ve grossed you folks out sufficiently, i know you’d kindly do the needful.

Peace Out,
h3lios the 1st
Ruler of the Emirate of h3lios


Now that you’ve heard from his righteousness , i’d like to state that the normal programming on this blog is up and running. The apparently grotesque (though brilliantly functional) template you see right now is just a placeholder till his majesty decides on something more tasteful.

Thank you for your time and patience,

orpheus
Keeper of Sanity, Emirate of h3lios


Killing Justice Art Director X…Slowly.

6 Apr
MatrixWarrior: Want a Mac Book?
Justice Art Director X: (eyes widen as if seeing porn for the first time): Yes!
MatrixWarrior: Fuck off.

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MatrixWarrior: I’ll get you a Mac Book
Justice Art Director X (jumps and twitches as if a hot girl’s been flirting with him): Dude, sweet!
MatrixWarrior: So how many copies of the bible do you want?

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FakeMajor: Wanna Mac Book?

Justic Art Director X (cries tears of joy): What? Yeah.
FakeMajor: Stick two people from Bandra together at the edges.[tongue]

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MatrixWarrior: Hahaha!

FakeMajor: Poor guy will make sure we go to hell I tell you.
MatrixWarrior: Dude… he’ll meet us there.

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Now Listening To: Scary Kids Scaring Kids – Faces

Jedis Walk Among Us?

4 Apr
Overheard at a Barista…

“We met and I could feel this vibe. It was this connection! We have the same interests. It was amazing.”

“Oh sure vibes, next thing you’d be talking about would be midichlorian counts.”

“Huh, what’s that.”

“Nevermind, you won’t get it.” (In spite of being a Star Wars Fan.)

Also heard at the aforementioned Barista:

” I want to know your thoughts on the matter.”

“I’ll tell you my thoughts, you could’ve just stabbed me in the back, peed all over my dead body and proceeded to hump it.”

Gotta love midday drama. Especially when you’re sharing the same body as the person on the table uttering such quotable things whilst polishing off a chocolate tart and hot chocolate.

Also, breakups are bad. For real.

The Last Supper

3 Apr

They meet in silence. Always have, but this time something is different. This would be his last time. He was going away for good. Something they refused to believe.

Tears flow from their eyes as they prepare the arrangements for what would be the final time they dine with their messiah. There were always 12 of them and him, without whom, nothing would be possible. Such was his power.

A lavish spread fills the long table. Delicacies from every continent are present in ample quantity. Food fit for gods. Every imaginable spirit accompanies this sumptuous meal. This is truly a sight for the eyes and the stomach.

After what seems like an eternity of preparations, they lie in wait. Each moment seeming longer than the next. A sense of impatience and angst sets in rather than one of guilt and remorse.

And like a bolt from the blue, a bright light fills the room. Their ashen, tired faces break into a wry smile. Finally, the long wait before their last celebration would begin. Such was his power.

Soon the sombre mood was transformed to one of camaraderie and celebration. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives. Such was his power.

It seemed as if they had attained nirvana by the look on their faces. As if God himself had come down from his heavenly abode just to grace the occasion with his presence. Their joy knew no bounds. Such was his power.

Then again neither did the blood which spilled from their bullet-riddled bodies. Such was his power.

Now Listening To: Danzig – Mother