I heard this poem earlier today and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Imagine the conviction it must take for a good man to go to war.
Demons run when a good man goes to war.
Night will fall and drown the sun, When a good man goes to war.
Friendship dies and true love lies,
Night will fall and the dark will rise, When a good man goes to war.
Demons run but count the cost.
The battle’s won, but the child is lost.
A person is convincingly evil when he can dress like a beautiful clown and still give people chills down their spines. I am talking about Kafka of course. He is the antagonist in Final Fantasy 6 and he is by far the most wicked, disturbed and unique villain I’ve seen and I’ve seen plenty!
“Due to Kefka’s mental decline, he is demoted from the position of prime minister. The collapse occurs at the start of the 3rd imperial campaign. Kefka loses all good sensation in his body, and forgets his fondest memories, leaving with him only memories of his childhood abuse.
Kefka begins to play with dolls, and his behavior becomes increasingly eccentric; he begins to adorn himself with garish robes, and feminine embellishments, and his speech patterns and behavior change appropriately. He becomes increasingly more violent, and has fits of anger, where he uses his magical abilities to attack soldiers who make fun of him. He gradually becomes the most feared man in the empire, a man who only finds beauty in death and destruction.”
Who would ever want to make fun of someone you know is strong as strong can be and plays with dolls in garish robes? You know that he has several screws loose and might go postal on your body if you do. Kefka is truly one of a kind and not many villains have managed to pull off the crazy like he has done.
Most of the tunes I have mentioned have been around for several years. This time though I have something new and fresh to share with you all. Quite rarely do I see a music video that really catches my attention, but this one sure managed to do just that! The music reminds me of the song by death in the classic disc world game, but with a more morbid touch. If you listen to the lyrics you will hear something that is both creative and wicked at the same time. It is even morbidly romantic.
The chorus is fantastic!
I do not treat my blog well which means that it is always near the brink of death. But after weeks of silence and lack of activity, Bam! Another post hits the ground, giving the blog the necessary healing it needs to stay alive. Which reminds me of my raiding days. The brave tank took the beating and kept the demons away from the far more squishy players. If he died, so did the rest. Once his health was about gone and the main healers were all out of mana, despair and frustration started to rise up. But what happened? The trustworthy hybrid switched his focus and saved the day with a fantastic heal-spam. These were the good ol´days. To bad I haven’t raided in years, but at least I have my memories. *Takes a nostalgic walk down memory-lane*
By the way. Necromancers are super fun to play.
There is a fine line between sanity and lunacy and I sure do enjoy crossing it from time to time. What will be found on the other side, nobody knows! But whatever it is, it will surely bring a smile or two to myself and possibly those near to me. People really should let their inner maniac come out and play, because even caged pets deserve a nip of fresh air now and then.
I am a thinker, but I am not an over-thinker as one of my close friends who will remain anonymous. A clue is that he is known as “the fourth”. If you have seen the movie Yes with Jim Carrey, you must realize that there is truth in the plot of the movie. So many experiences can be had by just going against the little voice in your head that says “what if”. You should replace that annoying little voice with a smooth brittish voice that says “bloody hell mate, do It!”
This is a beautiful picture by an artist known as Sephiroths muse, and it always reminds me of Castlevania. But I never really understood why.
“Rejoice!” Shouted the peasants as my lunacy slowly descended upon them.
I’m not crazy doc, not all the time
I do have my moments of serenity
They just come and go as they please
You are completely fine, the doctor says.
I hear voices in my head now and then
But I think that they might be my thoughts
Everybody has thoughts do they not?
You are completely fine, the doctor says.
Does it matter that the voices sound strange
I sure think not! I am just imaginative
At least that is what they keep telling me
You are completely fine, the doctor says
I told myself today I’m not mad anymore
The voices said that neither were they
They even brought a new friend today
You are completely fine, the doctor says
Things I would rather do than hate people.
- Slap an angry tiger’s swollen scrotum.
- Take my eyes out with a silver spoon.
- Sell my kidneys to the lowest bidder.
This does not mean that I am incapable of feeling hatred, because I would slap the tiger’s scrotum if I really had to. It just means that I would rather spend my life feeling content with the world around me and let things go once in a while than spend energy on something as trivial as hate. Let’s make one thing clear. I am not talking about the type of hate you have for someone who probably deserves it. The type of person who enjoy spreading the hurt on others. This raving is focused on the hate people have for those who most likely did not do much to deserve it in the first place. There are many kinds of hate. We have the jealous type who hates people who have succeeded in life in one way or another, probably because this person succeeded in a field the hater himself has failed in. We have the paranoid type of hatred people spew on others when the hater takes something to personal or out of context, and we have the justified type which is a lot rarer than people are led to believe.
First of all, the world is not out to get you. If you feel insulted in some way due to another person’s actions, don’t take it to personal because most of the time there are other reasons beyond your control for these actions. Even if they were because of you on a personal level, confront them on it and afterwards, just let it slide. Trust me, you will feel a lot better once you have gotten it out of your system and then placed behind you. If you walk through life thinking less of the people around you, chances are that you will end up being a lot less cheerful than you would have been otherwise. The human body is capable of doing many things. But if history and science has taught us anything, it is that negative emotions break us down slowly but surely and have a tendency to spread like a disease. So for your own sake ,break the trend and be the bigger person. Focus your energy on something a lot less destructive and your body and mind will thank you for it.
As one of my dear friends said many years ago. “Don’t hate! Accelerate!”
Yesterday was a fantastic day for two reasons. It was the international suit-up day so I decided to suit up! At least partially. But what made the day really great had nothing to do with suits, and everything to do with human-shaped blobs of blue devoid of all emotion. The blue man group had a show in Stockholm and this show was viewed by yours truly. The show sure was epic and really entertaining. How often do you see men in blue eat their own weight in airbourne marshmallows? That may not make any sense right now but if you do watch the show one day, it will. I have always wanted to see the blue man group, and I am glad that I finally got the opportunity to do so.
prepare yourselves for the biggest cliché you’ve heard in quite some time. Brace yourselves cause here it comes. “Life is to short.” That’s right, I said it cause it had to be said. Everyone has dreams, some are stranger than others. For instance, a friend of mine dreams of fighting huge spiders with friends, which I feel is unlikely. but most are atleast humanly possible and these are the dreams you should hang on to. Ten years from now, would you be happy with the lifestyle you are going towards at the moment or would you like to live a different life?
People talk alot of what they want to do but they never actually do it. Most people spend their lives in the same location doing the same thing they have done since puberty, secretly wishing they lived someone elses life. Some are completely happy with this lifestyle and if so, this post is not for you. I just want to say that instead of dreaming of moving to California and working with the career of your choice, give it a try and see what happens. Worst comes to worst, you end up right where you have started. But you will always be an experience richer and you would no longer ask yourself the question “What if”.
Those that know me know that I smile a substantial amount of my conscious time, and and that I am an easy going hakuna matata kind of guy. Even so, there is one social rule that bothers me. The forced hello given by people who don’t even know your name. I sure do enjoy meeting people that I care for, or cared for in the past in the streets. But if you are a former colleague who worked in the same workplace ages ago, but one I never spoke to besides the occasional hello in the hallways, don’t feel forced to give me that insincere smile and greeting five years later, because I don’t. If you on the other hand actually were happy to see an old colleague, come forward! I would love to speak with you as long as you were sincere about it.
People are so worried about what others might think that they sometimes forget that they in reality don’t actually care either. The social mask worn by most is only a burden to bear only if you let it be one. Be kind, open and friendly to others. But only if you really want to, otherwise it will just come out the wrong way and just make your self feel uncomfortable.
My biggest phobia from my younger days was my fear of aliens. While most kids were afraid of the boogie man, i was afraid of being abducted from my bed for more years than I care to tell. I was even afraid to look at the window because of this phobia, since it felt like an alien was observing me in my sleep. The type of alien that manages to hide the moment you look at it, now isn’t that convenient? Luckily, my fear transformed to fascination as I grew, which is why I am such a science fiction nut. Heck, I’ve even had a dream in which I was the captain of my own battlestar, now how cool is that?!
Well, the big question is… Does life exist, or has it ever existed on other planets? I would say most certainly. But if such life was advanced enough to surpass the speed of light, come to our planet and then probe cows and rednecks in the bum is a whole other question. First of all, if you are advanced enough to travel through space and time at such velocity, and you also manage to find other species, which might not be intelligent by comparison, but intelligent enough to exchange knowledge and history. Wouldn’t you eventually make an appearance and actually communicate with said species? Why hide in the dark for 2000 years and abduct cows when you can go to the nearest star bucks and explore first hand. I mean, they did travel across the universe for more than bovine creatures.
Now, statistics never lie. These are all estimations, but it is said to be over 400 billion stars (suns) in our galaxy alone. Each sun has the possibility of having several planets orbiting it. Now that is a huge amount of planets and that’s just in the milky way! Now add the hundreds of billions of estimated galaxies in the universe and that number becomes higher than the human mind can comprehend. Imagine 10^21 (That is a 1 with 21 zeros following it) amount of planets. It is hard, isn’t it? With a near endless amount of planets through an endless time line. Is it not naive to think that earth is the only planet that had the right distance from its sun and the right atmosphere that could sustain life? Heck, there is even a chance that there is a planet just like earth considering the amount of planets there are.
I will follow up and write aliens 2.0. some other time. But let’s end today’s post with an alien dream that scared me the most. Me and my friends were having a dinner around a big table and my mates were all reminiscing on the past weeks events, talking about them as if I was with part of those events. Unfortunately, I remembered no such events taking place, but the stories from my mates continued. When they realized that I did not accept their stories as fact, an alien voice said “he needs more drugs”. At that point, I woke up in my bed only to see and feel an alien hand grabbing my shoulder and slowly pushing a needle into my neck. Good times!
I wish I had a battlestar.
It is time to take this blog of mine from the barracks and put it back in the front lines! I want to say that my absence is due to me being busy saving the world and that inspiration does not come easy, but that would just be a bold lie. Bold I say! The truth is not even half as interesting though because the real reason is that I have just been lazy. Lazy like a retired bartender in Jamaica. But times have changed, lot’s of things have happened and will continue to happen, and the deranged part of my brain is still royally deranged. I have many updates and ravings in my head just trying to claw themselves out and I will release them slowly, once every two weeks at least. (Commercial mode // On) For starters…These are some appetizers of what the future holds!
What the hell is up with aliens?
Why do we even bother saying hello?
Is mixing dangerous and poisonous chemicals fun at all? (yes it is… Extremely!)
What can be said about puppeteers?
Movie reviews, music from the past and random books as well!
Moments from my life of course. It is my blog after all.
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By the way, here’s Waldo. Disclaimer: (People under the age of 20 will not understand this reference, so please be kind and bite my shiny metal ass) Disclaimer II: (People that have not watched futurama will not understand the shiny metal ass reference, so please be kind and just bite me).
“enter Mr. drama” //
24 hours until the results:
There is not much time left and I can’t take it no more. My nerves are shaking and and even the walls seems to close in on me. It feels like they plan on swallowing me whole and at this rate, they might just succeed.
12 hours until the results:
Sleep is for the weak. I lie here staring at the emptiness of my screen. Wishing, hoping to find any kind of distraction to take my mind of what it is yet to come. But nothing seems to work.
1 hour until the results:
My mind needs to rest, but I must stay strong and hold on because soon the answer will be clear to me. Did I make it or will I take a swift blow to the neck instead. At this phase, I’m not sure which I would prefer.
Oh sweet juices of success! I thank you for giving me what I’ve craved for all this time and to celebrate, we shall feast!
End Dr. drama: //
Ok, to be honest. I slept like a baby and I must have spent 12 hours lying in my bed. But that’s hard to be dramatic about. “Ooh, the beds softness echoes in my soul, ooh”.
Basically, eight years from now I’ll have my own PhD in medicine because I managed to get into “Biomedicinprogrammet” in KI. So I’ll be having fun, no doubt!
Whenever a disease plans to ravage our community, I’ll be there.
If a virus tries to spread pain and terror among our friends, I’ll be there.
If red hot chili peppers has another concert in Sweden, you betcha! I’ll be there!
They don’t write songs like these any more. This song was written in the year 1941 so it was a heck of a long time ago! It was during Hitler’s reign of terror so you could imagine the dust on this tune. The lyrics are so short and sweet! They’ve been stuck in my head for the past day and a half but I don’t mind since it is a such a lovely tune. They used this song in a fallout 3 trailer, which i think is very fitting. It is a post-apocalyptic music video and I think that you’ll enjoy it.
I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start
A flame in your heart
In my heart I have but one desire
And that one is you
No other will do
I’ve lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you feel the same
I’ll have reached the goal I’m dreaming of
I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start
A flame in your heart
I don’t want to set the world on fire, or maybe I do…
My friend knows me all to well and used that to his advantage when he successfully tried to manipulate me. Not long ago, he bought two paintings which he later decided would not fit his decoration. Since he paid for them, he wanted to sell them and not just throw them away. So what he did was ask us over, and put the painting in plain sight. He knew that I would love them and once I let him know of that fact, he pounced at my wallet and managed to sell both paintings. For a great price of course and I am most grateful to him actually. Aren’t they beautiful? I love how the red in the picture blends in with the purple and gray in the room. See it in real life and judge for your self!
I’ve been working on decorating my home to fit my taste perfectly and step by step, Ive reached the same type of room I’ve imagined in my deranged head. Once I set up my new speakers, you’ll see a happy and slightly deaf Farzan. Before I leave you to admire these two paintings of mine, The picture on the piano is a picture of Stevie Wonder which is one of now three pictures in the living room.
You know by now what my views on life are and that I do try to live as I teach. But certain periods in life are harder than others and it might be a hard thing to do just that. You may also feel like crashing and burning instead. Regardless, nothing is impossible as long as you have good faith in your own existence. If you keep your head forward and try to live in the moment, you will find yourself feeling stronger than if you look to the past. Some decisions in life will affect you, physically and emotionally and if you don’t feel them, you don’t have the heart necessary to make the best of every situation that may come up in the future. It is humbling to know that every person alive feels pain sometimes, but what that person does with that feeling differs greatly.
Stay focused and use whatever means necessary to carry through rough situations. Do not sit and think of them as the end of the world, because they rarely are and the sooner you come to realize that, the faster you will be back on your feet. My lesson to you today is the following. You must let yourself feel the weight of the world but at the same time, you must never let it weigh you down. You must stay strong.
In the end we are only human.
First year of school is over and only eight more to go! My tests are all finished and passed, which means that I can lay back and relax for the next two months. To celebrate, I figured I would bring an oldie but goldie to the blog, a message I sent to half the people I know with my phone just to say that I’ve passed. (Do not expect shakespeare. It is a five-minute poem written in haste, but with joy!)
I call this one… Yay!
Life is good, life is great
my name is farzan, it must be fate
I passed the test with a gleefull smile
I kicked it’s ass with skill and guile
With a nervous stare I looked in my mail
It told me a story, it told of a tale
The battle is over and the test is dead
Stabbed in the chest with a piece of bread
It feels good to be free
We’ve been waiting but the time has finally come for us to see a genius at work. Dylan Moran, everyone’s favourite brittish comedian is actually coming to sweden next week and guess who has tickets. (If you guessed someone else than me, then you are a complete retard and should bomb whichever school you went to). I love how he is so cynical and so sarcastic, all the time! Even his greetings makes you laugh, because that’s the kind of genius he is. By the end of the year, Eddie Izzard will also be seen by yours truly, but Dylan Moran is still the one I am really looking forward too.
Bill: “do you think I should wash my beard?”
Dylan: “I think you should yes. I think you should wash it, shave it off, nail it to a frisbee…and fling it over a rainbow.
“To me religion seems like a bunch of people talking to their imaginary friend.”
Chop me, clone me, or pump my veins full with caffeine! The more you learn, the more you realize that you know nothing at all and that fact becomes more clear to me with every passing year. Knowledge is something beautiful!
I want to explore the human body both sensually and academically.
I want to write more poetry and explore the English language.
I want to work harder on mastering the piano, guitar and eventually the violin.
I want to read more books by different authors instead of those I know I love.
I want to finish my old favorite role-playing games and get that nostalgic feeling.
I want to learn how to sing and dance, master my voice and body as an instrument.
I want to travel to London, Amsterdam, Tokyo, New York, Paris and even Barcelona.
I want to be a master mathematician and solve puzzles in the blink of an eye.
I want to go back to practicing muay thai regularly.
I want to create my own lab at home, if I do not manage to get a key to my schools lab.
I want to see every episode of Stargate again and go through Star Trek.
My to-do list might be long, but I am picking them off one by one and you are free to join me on my quest if you feel that you share a common goal. Who knows what dragons we might slay if we put down some effort and actually try! A few years back, I heard a latin phrase that said just that. “Per aspera ad astra” which meas “through hardships towards the stars.”
But personally, I prefer a different approach. Baldurs gate is a magnificent role playing game and my favorite character is a crazy rodent-loving ranger named Minsc. He is a true character who has a rodent named Boo as his best friend. Our dear friend Minsc said it best when he said “Go for the eyes Boo, go for the eyes!”So people, listen to his wisdom and always go for the eyes, just like the rodent does.
… They call me Mr. Random.
O splendid muse to mine own heart so dear
whose charm and wit would would haunt me still
My greatest wish is to haveth you near
and keep you warm and away from chill
You’re flowing red hair reflects your heart
your smile, your warmth and role
I shall touch and feel every part
of my muse, her body, mind and soul
thou ask me why I find you rare
an answer no poem can tell
yet thine presence enthralls the very air
as if caught in a mighty wizards spell
yet there are to few words to describe my muse
and no art or melody will do
but of all the world it’s you I choose
I want, I need to hold true
By: Farzan Zand
I saw a poem that I really liked so I figured I’d share it with you people. I have no idea who the poet is but he sure does speak the truth. He even made me want to write a poem or two. Who knows, I might even put them up on this blog of mine.
The person who risks nothing
and becomes nothing
He may avoid suffering and sorrow
but he simply cannot
learn and feel
and change and grow
and love and live
Leo F. Buscaglia
I do think people with no hobbies are loosing out on life. I and many others that share many interests have the joy of finding something interesting and fascinating to do with every free hour of our time. There is no such thing as a boring day and this is because we love many things, that can be shared with others or with none other than you. I’ve met several people that have no interests besides their friends and when they aren’t together, they get depressed or just plain bored. A friend of mine told me recently about a double-date he was on with his other friend. He asked his date what she enjoyed in life and she said “archeology, history, books” and the list went on and on. Now that is fascinating and have an endless fountain of joy for her when she wishes to spend time alone. It also makes her more interesting as a person. On the other side of the table, his friend asked his date the same question and she said “clothes, and make up”. The disappointment was obvious on his face, or so I’ve heard. Not really much to work with on your own with those hobbies is there! Ah well, for each their own.
I’ve also seen women who lives of their boyfriend, turning him into their own personal hobby, which is fine as long as they are happy. But they are missing out on so much. Recently, I’ve come to realize that interests are very important, for couples, friends and for themselves. Please people, get a hobby or two, maybe even five! Something to do besides leeching of other people for your own enjoyment. The day you sit on your ass and realize that your life has been the same boring routine day in and day out is the day you accept the fact that your life has been thrown away. Set your mind free and try new things because you never know what you might experience if you dare think outside the box.
Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.
It’s four in the morning right now and my bed has never seemed softer. But I cannot, and will not yield to one of the many delightful human weaknesses, also known as sleep. To be fair, I love to sleep and dream. It is actually one of the many things I look forward to at night. But then again, the reason we love it so much is because we need it. If our bodies never ever got tired and sleep was just something people did just for fun, i bet that we wouldn’t sleep half as much, or at all even. We would just come up with some other way to be able to dream without having to lay down for 8-10 hours.
I finished an exam and wanted to enter something I like to refer to ass “Coma-Mode”. Basically, you spend your entire week spending as much energy as your average rock, and the lord saw it, and said that it was good. My week is now almost up and I have to do things that require energy again but there is always other days suitable to enter a self-induced coma.
I’ll end this night with a quote from one of my dear friends. “Sleeping is believing.”
If the sun picked up a hat, started dancing and decided to explode like a big piñata while we looked towards its direction, we would not know it for quite some time because it would take the light 8,31 minutes to travel the distance and actually show us the beautiful, yet deadly show. If the sun did happen to explode in front of us, my first thought would be “Wow, that actually happened 8 minutes ago”. Followed closely by “oh crap”, and then death. But that’s not the point of my ravings. Even at our level, the light needs time to travel from the computer screen to your eyes even though the distance is minimal and nearly instanteneous. The keayword here is nearly. This actually means that no matter how hard you try, you can never see the present. Every event that you see with your eyes has been, and will always be in the past. It has already happened and that basically means that you live in your own world. Only a fraction of a second i can’t even imagine, behind the actual events of the true world, the present world.
Here is another thought for you… If our senses were so evolved that we could actually follow the light as it moved and if the light moved in a slower pace, you would actually “feel” the snowball hit you straight in the face before you saw it leave the throwers hands. Now try dodging that one! Boxing would have an entirely new meaning. It would basically be a game of guessing, with fists.
So here I am… Farzan Timewalker. Fear me and my powerful sight of the not so distant past.
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-
Didnt mean to make you cry-
If Im not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters
Another one of my favourite songs over the ages. This one is written by queen and sung by Freddie mercury, also known as Farrokh Bulsara, our part Persian, part Indian singer born in Zanzibar. It is a shame that he passed away but he did leave behind a legacy. This song is called Bohemian rhapsody and you either love it, or hate it. Since I chose to have it in my blog, it is safe to say that I love it. Not as much because of the way it sounds, more the way it was made. It is one of the few songs that manages to mix rock, lounge, barbershop and pop in different parts of the song and still make it sound good and not to squishy. (Yes, I like the word squishy). I first heard it in ye old days, when I was but a little boy learning the trades of life and now I pass it on to you. Tis a sad day when people no longer remember the antics of good ol Freddie.
I just finished another one those lovely books, and was just about to crack open the next one when i thought to myself that the blog must feel lonely without me. So here I am, with another book-update. Currently, I am on the ninth book and have been reading about one of my precious paperfilled boxes of joy per day And luckily, I have many more to go. But at this rate, what am I supposed to do after I finish the entire series? If you happen to know of a book that is dark, sinister, and still witty enough to be funny and make you laugh, don’t hesitate to let me know about it. I do not like David Eddings or Harry Potter since they are way to vanilla and just plain nice. Great dialogue, mayhem, dwarfs that scream “Death comes for ye!” and such works wonders. So if you have any tips feel free to pass them along and hopefully, I will find a new slayer of everything social. Or i’m a bearded gnome!
The days have been good to me as of late. I have found another great fantasy series that made me give up on my social life until I have finished them all. A book so great, that if it had lips to talk with, I would surely have married it. After reading David Gemmel’s books a long time ago, no other book managed to live up to my high standards because once you’ve read the best, the others seem pale in comparision. But then it stood there, standing tall on its shelf, looking down on all of the lesser books with pride and glee.
The legend of drizzt, by R.A. Salvatore is a story of a drow named Drizzt Do’Urden. This drow did not approve of the cruel ways of his people and decided to live on the surface among the other races, even though drows are despised and feared. During the book, you follow his adventures in search for companionship. Which is not an easy task when the entire world is against you cause of racial prejudice. I’ve read four books in three days and I am just about to start on the fifth. There are about twenty books total so if you don’t hear from me for a while, then you know why.
Sci fi is my lord, god and master. For those new to this game, Sci fi stands for science fiction and it’s a type of genre. Basically, if it’s in a futuristic society or involves aliens, it is considered a science fiction show. We have oldies but goldies such as Star Trek, and new series such as stargate and battlestar galactica. Oh, how I love thee Galactica!
There are many shows out there but only this show makes me mad every weekend. The hour spent watching it is fully enjoyed and every episode leaves you craving for more, wishing that you had more episodes to watch. But No! After the episode, you must wait one whole week to see how the show continues and that is where there anger comes in. Imagine reading a book that has you spellbound and right before you find out how it ends, the book vanishes from thin air and all it leaves is a note with the words “See you next week” on it. That is what I go through every weekend! Battlestar galactica is the only show that I can honestly compare to a good book, and if you have seen it and like it then you are without a doubt, a wonderful person.
I might be part Cylon.
The difference between a moron and a smart man is that a smart man learns from his mistakes whilst a moron repeats them over and over again. People change, there is no helping it. Some people tend to learn from their experiences and in turn become better as a person. But then there are others who choose to repeat their mistakes without learning a thing untill someone else comes and picks up the pieces. Now isn’t that how our society is built? The smart ones could be seen as the pillars of society holding everything up, with morons standing on top as dead weight. When the morons outnumber the pillars, that is when our society will crumble. I wish it was as easy as pointing fingers to decide who is considered smart or foolish, but most often, a fool is a fool thanks to experiences in life. But with all things considered, a fool with valid reasons is still a fool.
But then again, maybe I am just overthinking things.
A new year has begun and people have an age old tradition of making promises for the new year. My promises are simple. “keep it real, foshizzle”. Christmas was great and the food was great. Actually, the food was awesome and the amount of joy I feel on christmas day is equivalent with the amount of food on my plate, and there was alot of food on my plate.
New years eve was different though. We ate at a persian restaurant called Shamshir and it was a good start of the day. We decided to spend the last minutes of the year on top of a hill, gazing down on the world and watching the world gaze back on us with awe, envy and lust. We also had a great spot for enjoying the fireworks. Unfortunately, we later found out that fireworks were illegal so the skies were empty. That is not the part of the night that went wrong though. Instead of spending the last moments of the year laughing and smiling, we did something entirely different.
The clock struck 12.00 and where were we? On the bottom of the cliff, being questioned by a police officer. Apparently, it was illegal to go up that cliff at that hour so we got caught. The last minutes were spent being told to sit on a rock with your hands as he put it “Where I can see them”. I found the whole situation amusing because i’ve never gone through something like that before and we were basically questioned for disobeying a “stay of the lawn” sign.
I actually had fun and I know that I will remember that experience for ever and ever, because when people ask me how I spent my new years eve, I can say that I spent it with a cop, in Los Angeles. Now that’s an experience!
Now this is how you spend the holidays! We went sightseeing around Hollywood and I saw several things that i’ve only seen on TV. For instance, The Hollywood sign, the street with all the stars on the ground. (I took a cool picture of Godzillas star). Chinese theater, and lot’s of random stores. The streets were filled with streetperformers and people dressed in costumes just asking for money in the manner of the the character they were portraying. My personal favourite was the person from pirates of the caribbean. I walked past him twice and he remembered me the second time. I knew this because the first time he said “Give me your coins”, the second time he said “Give me your coins again”. So I gave him my coins. We also went on top of the mountain so we could get a good view of the place. Los Angeles is truly a beautiful place, especially when seen from above.
This picture is taken in a shopping centre next to Hollywood Blwd and it was truly a sight to see.
Karma Police is another one of those songs that’s close to my heart. I spent many hours of my time in Spain listening to just this song. Lying there under the start and just lose myself. Every time I listen to this song, my mind easily drifts away and I lose touch with reality. It is the melody of the song that gets to me, and the voice of the singer. I first heard this song when I was very young and the video was as amazing then as it is now. It is an extremely low-budget video that fits the song perfectly and the message is really clear.
In the end, everything catches up to you.
The first thing we did when we woke up our first day was eat at a place called Carls Jr Jr’s. It was a hamburger spot on sunset avenue, also known as Kalle’s by my lovely friends. I quote Samuel L Jackson when I say “This is a tasty burger”. (If you name the origin of this quote, you get a gold star.) It was really big and juicy and I have never tasted anything better burger-wise. I got the Combo menu which includes a medium soda, but I promise you. There was nothing medium about it! I don’t even want to know what their extra large looks like. No wonder people in america are overweight, it is the damn sodas.
All right! I have finally arrived at my destination! I am as we speak, in California, enjoying life to the fullest! But before I go to the fun, “happy go lucky” part. I must go through what happened at the airport.
As you may have noticed before, I am not blond. It’s true! My hair is as dark as as a black hole and that’s the way I like it. Unfortunately, the Americans tend to disagree. As I landed in the states, I had to go through a check point where they ask you a few questions before they let you in. ( They also take your fingerprints and picture).
First question. “What business do you have in the states?”
- I am here to visit my friends.
Second question. “How long are you going to stay?”
- I am going to stay for a month.
This is the part where he looks at my passport and notices my birthplace, totally ignoring the fact that I a Swedish citizen.
Third question. “Where is, Esfahan?”
At this point, I knew I was screwed but I stayed relaxed and answered that it was a town in Iran. This is the part it gets interesting. The guy pauses for a second and looks at my passport . Probably, staring at my name with fear and paranoia. He then picks up the phone and calls for an escort to a place called the red room. After that person comes, he takes my pass and ticket and puts them in a red folder, then hands it to the guard whom was even bigger than me and the escorting begins. I would not mind this at all, if I did not have a second flight to Los Angeles that left in 2 hours, which I really did not want to miss. But I did, so I was getting annoyed.
After I got into the red room, filled with foreign people that barely knew the language. (No racial profiling my ass). I had to sit and wait for my turn for nearly an hour. When my turn was up, they asked me one stupid question after another. Here are just a few of the ones I had to answer.
- Where I was from.
- What I studied.
- Why I studied.
- My reasons for coming to the states.
- Who are my friends?
and now, this is the part it gets stupid.
- Do I have any terrorist connections?
- Who are my friends? what do they do? why did they come? can you write their names down? How long are they going to stay? What school are they in? Where do they live? My friends are also Persian so that is why he wanted to know all this.
- Why did you come to the states and not another place?
- Which other countries have you visited the last five years?
- Have you been in the middle east recently?
They also went through my suitcase and wallet, asking what my cards in my wallet were.
This went on and on and on. When they finally released me, two hours had nearly passed and I missed my flight. So I had to take another flight, which they paid for which was good, but came several hours later, which was bad. Since I know that people will ask me this, I’ll just say it straight away. I was shaved, held a book and a computer bag, and was dressed in a nice white shirt with a black vest, so I did not really look like I was about to blow stuff up. A few other things happened that caught my eye but I need to go out and see the sights. If you still wish to know, I will just tell you in person.
I must say, Los angeles truly is a beautiful place to be in, if you have the money for it. The weather is warm and sunny and I can actually go out in a T-shirt. I know! It’s insane! Next time, i’ll tell you about my first impressions of this place. Which are actually quite positive!
Californication my friends, Californication.
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind’s elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It is time! The long awaited day has finally arrived. I am actually going to visit my friends in California and it is something I am really looking forward to. Who wouldn’t? Great friends and great weather. Now what more could a man ask for? Besides ridiculous sums of money and immortality. (It is a workin’ progress, i’ll solve the puzzle soon).
I really couldn’t care less whether a random super-star celebrity crossed my path, but if Adam and Jamie from mythbusters are on the other side of the street, you can bet your sweet behind that I will be jumping on moving cars and screaming like a monkey tumbling down a very tall cliff.
This is part of my to do-list.
1. Visit Wall-mart. I need to see what all the fuzz is about and I want to be greeted by a Wall-mart greeter.
2. Visit KFC, Starbucks, Dunkin donuts and the cheesecake factory.
3. Repeat 1 and 2.
4. Become my alter-ego Mr. Random! If you feel like doing it, do it!
Yes, life sure can be sweet sometimes.
After i left my exam room for the last time this term, i couldn’t help seeing myself as the Irish hero from Braveheart, getting his head chopped whilst screaming freedom from the top of his lungs. I passed every test so I am in a good mood today and to celebrate, I am going to go enjoy myself for a few weeks in various ways that you might read about in this good ol´ blog of mine. My next exam is in one month and the holidays are closing in on us. How can you not be cheerfull and in a wonderful mood? For now, a friend of mine is coming over and I have a strong feeling that we are going to continue with our “Kenny vs Spenny” marathon. It’s retardedly genius. Now that’s a show!
“Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you’re gonna get”. Well, I do know what I will be getting this week, and that is an endless amount of books to read. I am in the middle of something we call exam weeks, which basically means that we get one test after another, so I will be slightly distracted from this lovely blog of mine.
I will be back though but until I do, I wish you all the best.
Anna inspired me to write about beauty after reading her writings. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which means that what may be beautiful for one person may not be for another. Beauty that speaks to me is the kind of beauty that says “I may not be pretty or perfect, but I am beautiful”. It is the kind of beauty that differs from the norm. People that dare to express themselves in ways that put them emotionally vulnerable are beautiful to me. Society has developed a culture where those that differ from the social rules are frowned upon, but these are the people that fascinate me the most. People that dare think outside the box and show the world what they truly feel inside.
There are billions of planets in the known universe and the distance is so vast it is hard to fathom with the human mind. An endless amount of solarsystems, moons, and planets are in existense all over the universe. But what would happen if us humans were extinct? There would be nobody alive to appreciate the complexity and beauty of the universe. Sure, there may be intelligent life elsewere, but not in our galaxy. The earth, sun, and other planets in the milky way would just exist forever, changing form and doing unimaginable feats without anyone there to see and absorb it’s beauty.
This picture is created by the deviant artist called Trixis. I love her pictures and I find them truly beautiful. If this picture speaks to you, i recommend visiting her website to see other paintings of this caliber. ”Beauty in things exists merely in the mind which contemplates them.” So if we disappeared, beauty would disappear with us.
If you ever wondered what inspired me to name myself the deranged hermit, it was thanks to a blast from my nerdy side. I used to be a really active magic: The gathering player. Which is basically a fantasy themed cardgame where you build your own deck and army if you will, and challenge other players. One of these cards has been in our circle of friends for quite some time and it is a personal favourite of mine. My decks are mostly white and black and my playstyle is to act like a big itchy needle in a place you can’t reach, which is really fun for me but less fun for my opponent. It is a good thing my friends loves me as I love them, because otherwise they would probably shred my deck to pieces from pure frustration. apparently, this picture is supposed to be me. I hope you like my hair, and my army of squirrels. Obey the squirrels or face their Squirrely wrath!
Start mr drama // I am a creature of the night and I bathe in darkness, the lack of sun during the day makes you cherish the pitch black sky during the night, and the silence will make your mind go mad if you let it. I love the stars in the sky and being alone with my thoughts makes my mind wander in ways the day cannot bring. Staying up late every night sustains me and gives me strength for the upcoming day. // End mr drama
Basically… I love the night. It gives me the creative edge I need to put things in writing or learn a new skill. I love the day as long as the temperature is hot enough to make you boil slowly inside and the sun is shining. But living where I live, that only happens about two months per year. That is why I have come to rely so much on the night instead.
Personally, I think that I am just two blows to the head away from trying to suck someones blood for survival. But then again, I have been wrong before.
…Inconceivable! I am ashamed to say that even though I am such a movie fanatic and an admirer of all things fantasy. I had not seen the Princess Bride until recently. I must thank my friend Nilla for pushing me to see this work of art and one day repay her for it. I love one liners, I love witty dialogues and I love it when they put a little humour and sarcasm in a movie, so it was natural that I would also love the Princess Bride. It is an old fantasy adventure film from 1987 and part of it’s charm are the obvious clichés. This movie is a pinnacle to what makes old movies so great. They did not have the funds or the technology for classy effects, so all they could rely on was the script itself. And what they do, they do great.
The plot is simple, a guy comes back after five years to rescue his woman from an evil prince. On his quest he meets a noble Spaniard that seeks revenge for his fathers death and a giant that just tags along because he can. The dialogue between the characters will surely make you smile and laugh and if you still have not seen it, make sure you do right after you finish reading this post.
Now then, anybody want a peanut?
There are certain songs people never forget. They lurk in the back of your heads just waiting for the right moment to pop out and say “Hey! Remember me?”. Some people call them oldies but goldies, others refer to them as one hit wonders. I just call them for what they are. Superb creations of pure genius putting most artists today to shame! I loved the music from the 90s, partly because these are the songs I grew up with. By now, you might wonder. “What the hell is this guy talking about?”
I am talking about the lyrics for the song Zoo Babylon – Spaceman.
I haven’t heard this song in many years but I will never forget the chorus. Not because of the lovely melody or the music video. It is the lyrics! After all these years, I still can’t decide whether the lyrics are the ravings of another deranged hermit or if they are misunderstood poetry.
It is mostly the chorus that interests me. It basically goes “Spaceman, I’ve always wanted you to go into space, man!” It feels like something a squirrel high on something green would say. If you listen to the rest of the lyrics, you will just be more confused. Personally, I like it! Click Here for a direct link to the lyrics.
Quentin Tarantino is a nut.
I was first planning on writing a good long explanation to why I like him and his movies but I ended up deleting it all because you don’t need to explain why he’s such a genius. All you need to say is that he is a nut and truer words have never been spoken. He has done lots of great movies and they all stick out. My personal favourite is pulp fiction which is the movie I saw tonight. Have you ever seen a movie that makes you go “what the hell?” about thirty times? If so then you have seen pulp fiction. This movie has no actual plot. It follows the “everyday life” of your average criminals and you get to listen in on their conversations which ranges from what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in Paris, to how to best clean out a car splattered with a certain guys “mind power”, and by mind power, I mean brains. Yes… Quentin Tarantino is a nut, and Samuel L Jackson is a genius.
After trying out an endless amount of names i finally found one i felt satisfied with. Imagine the shock and horror I felt when my original idea farzan.wordpress.com was reserved by a fellow non-blogger. Not taken, reserved! Which basically means “I do not want to start blogging under this name but I am going to make sure no one else does either”. I hope he goes hungry tonight from guilt.
Ah well, C’est la vie. It is time to move on and I welcome you and your kin to my blogg!