BEST OF 2010

MUSIC:

METAL ALBUM OF THE YEAR: Thrice - The Alchemy Index

METAL ARTIST OF THE YEAR: Thrice

NON-METAL ALBUM OF THE YEAR: Sonic Youth - The Eternal

NON-METAL ARTIST OF THE YEAR: Low

MOVIES:

MOVIE OF THE YEAR: Shutter Island

BEST SOUNDTRACK: A Single Man

GAMES:

GAME OF THE YEAR: Batman Arkham Asylum

WORST GAME OF THE YEAR: Kane & Lynch 2: Dog Days

BIGGEST SURPRISE: New Mortal Kombat in 2011

BEST XBOX 360 GAME: Batman Arkham Asylum

BEST PLAYSTATION 3 GAME: Vanquish

MOST ANTICIPATED 2011 GAME: Duke Nukem Forever

PEOPLE:

BEST PERSON OF THE YEAR: Morteza Karimi, Because of his brave and bold letters to our Bank's Head Office concerning our branch managers' inadequacies

WORST PERSON OF THE YEAR: Mr. Ghoreishi Nejad, My ex-boss. He really did a number on my nerves and my overall mental condition. Bastard.

COMPUTER:

BEST SOFTWARE: Google Chrome, an absolutely fantastic and fun browser

WORST SOFTWARE: Windows 7, for being so incompatible with all the older games/software and thus making them useless junk.

LIFE:

BEST EVENT: I finally got out of the bank and went on to start a new path. A path to follow my dreams.

WORST EVENT: The day I got my final pay. It was way less than what I initially expected.

CURRENT GOAL IN LIFE: To become a professional animator/video game Artist

MOMENT OF CRYING: The night before the day I had to leave my job after 7 years.

MOMENT OF LAUGHS: When I found out I had passed the entrance exam to MFT as top student.

No. Not a true story. Don't Ask.

He walks. He thinks. He wonders. He watches the distant star in the night sky. He realizes how far and eternally unreachable it seams. He'd never get to see it up close in his lifetime.

He looks for water in the fridge. He pours himself some and enters his room.

He watches the door close and he watches the little magnificent spark of electricity between the two metal parts of the door and lock.

He steps on a cockroach.

He won't sleep that night.

On religion

What kind of humans have the ability to create religion?

The craziest ones? Or the smartest ones?

Whatever it is, Religion is a keystone in human evolution.

You Make Me Feel Like I'm Less Than Zero

On the first page of our story, the future seems so bright

And this thing turned out so evil, I don’t know why I’m still surprised

Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take death to new extremes

But you’ll always be my hero, even though you lost your mind

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,

But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,

But that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.

I love the way you lie.

Now this gravel in our voices, glass is shattered from the fight.

In this tug of war, you’ll always win, even when I’m right.

Cause you feed me fables from your hand,

With violet words and empty threats and it’s sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,

But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,

But that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.

Ohhh, I love the way you lie.

So maybe I’m a masochist

I try to run but I don’t wanna ever leave.

Til the walls are goin’ up in smoke with all our memories.

This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face

smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction

hush baby, speak softly, tell me I’ll be sorry that you

pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me

try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me

run out the room and I’ll follow you like a lost puppy

baby, without you, I’m nothing, I’m so lost, hug me

then tell me how ugly I am, but that you’ll always love me

then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the

destructive path that we’re on, two psychopaths but we

know that no matter how many knives we put in each other’s backs

that we’ll have each other’s backs, ’cause we’re that lucky

together, we move mountains, let’s not make mountains out of molehills,

you hit me twice, yeah, but who’s countin’

I may have hit you three times, I’m startin’ to lose count

but together, we’ll live forever, we found the youth fountain

our love is crazy, we’re nuts, but I refused counselin’

this house is too huge, if you move out I’ll burn all two thousand

square feet of it to the ground, ain’t shit you can do about it

with you I’m in my fuckin’ mind, without you, I’m out it

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,

But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,

But that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.

Ohhh, I love the way you lie.

I love the way you lie.

Rihanna (Feat. Eminem) - Love The Way You Lie (Part II)- Loud

Blockbuster Rant

This will be Star Scream from the 3rd movie. Yes.

To be quite honest, I don't really see the difference between the Decepticons in this crap movies. It's like they created the autobots (they didn't have the balls to change the Autobots that much) but they went full-on crazy loco batshit with the insecticon...err... I mean Decepticons.

Frankly, watching the second Transformers movie was like watching my mother turning into a flesh eating zombie and eating my father's eyes out of his skull. Disturbing and morbidly depressing.

The question is, why the hell can't they just make an animated sequel? Oh yeah.. because people are idiots and want to watch 3D effects and lifeless big-name actors instead of a decent cartoon which may at least respect the world of Transformers.

No I haven't also forgotten about G.I Joe. oh god. the horror of watching that piece of trash was too much pain to bare.

Well done, Hollywood. So you're going to re-remake the spiderman series again and bring us another Nolan batman who practically pisses all over the Batman saga and its characters and people act like "ooooh! a Dark story! this hasn't been done before!" well I have something to say to all of you:

You are all retards and I hope you burn in hell. It's no wonder Alan Moore doesn't endorse his works to be filmed in Hollywood. They basically fart on your creations and put some dozen explosions in them and sell them to the retarded masses (Although Kudos to Zack Snyder for actually consulting the source material delicately before he brought them to the screen) but still, Mr. Moore has the right idea here.

Now that Marvel and DC have no soul left in them and all they think about is money, I couldn't care less about these kind of blockbuster hits anymore because I truly hate a work of art go to waste like this. If they could Hollywood would perhaps make a movie about Mona Lisa, "the Woman Commando who blew up the secret laboratory of an evil genius who was out to assassinate Da Vinci before he could paint the Last Supper, and ties the end of the movie to a sequel to the Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons movies (which were both like a pool of vomit compared to the outstanding books).

I'm not even going to get into the Videogame to movie films. It's just too horrendous and painful for me.

Really, I don't care anymore. Swim in your pools of money and laugh at the retards who watch your multi-million dollar budget films. But if there was justice, you'd all be burning in hell.

trichotillomania

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Ode to Melancholy

Oh, this dreadful life!

This sickening, grueling shadow of misery

That even misery itself is never fully understood

and we all drown in a twilight of no motion

Our happiness and joys so meek and fragile

our hopes hurl'd around as leaves in a storm

and our pains are twice our happiness

Our moments of triumph but blinks of an eye

O'er these lifeless knows and hows

we tremble and falter and slowly wither

And when the end nears we knowst not why

or when, but we do know and it is never more pleasant

What is this shadow of unperfection

which swallows our pride and our beauties

with but a gaze and a wretched smile it turns

and tramples our faith and collapses our lights

The brooding voices of our own self

and our helpless soul, trapped inside a cage

that we both do and do not know

crying and loosing its mark as it sinks deeper

Maybe I do not want to participate in a world

Where shadows are definitions of light

and the falling are the ones who define the rising

and shedding tears of misery are dubious signs of a better tomorrow