The lion, the witch and the wardrobe

Definitely not fantasy with talking lions and pedophile half beings. This, a tale of back and heart aches. The trials and tribulations of a martyr. Not one with 7 virgins waiting for a kamikaze bomber but one who sacrifices for the fictional believe/feeling called love. The lion, the witch and the wardrobe.

Pride, great hair and ample of sexual prowess. The lion, a symbol of greatness and that's how it all begins. 2 people regardless of race, gender or sexual preference. The world now revolves around that person. Every smell, touch and sight is perfect. It can't be any better than this nor can anything go wrong. Paris pee'ed in its pants thinking it could outdo the romanticism emotions that took place between these 2 individuals.

"Dark clouds looms above the lands with cold winds blowing, prickling the bones under our skins. Ahead of us, we see dried leaves moving in a circular motion.  Signs or turmoil and turbulence approaches the calm and loving doorsteps of our home". The hideousness of the witch is finally showing. The ego and demands wrinkles the foreheads. The shouts and screams. The sounds of crashing porcelains and finally the sounds of the palm landing on the face resonates within the walls.

Silence suddenly creeps in. Mouths sewed tight under the impression that all that happened was because the other half was merely in a bad mood. The witch had finally appeared. Hansel and Gretel fell for the house of candy. 

It all begins mentally. The unseen pressure, the sudden expectations and of course not forgetting, the disappointments. The torture and never ending tears. Similar to a siege on a fort that runs bare on resources and is in the midst of breakdown waiting for the chance to surrender but such an option is never an option. Then comes the physical abuse. The bruises and scratches. The burns that will be mistaken for birth marks. The tortures and the rapes. The scratches and the inappropriate runs of the fingers through the body. The witch gets what it wants.

The wardrobe. A place of solemn and peace. Depression now needs a home. Further down the street, a funeral is being held for the past. The hangars for the necks and the drawers for the chopped up limbs. With its doors closed, darkness has never been this friendly. Imagination and lies now is a friend anyone could possibly ask for. A trip to Neverland suddenly doesn't look like a trip to Port Dickson with crappy beaches and dirty hotels. A place for unused dresses and shirts for molds to grow onto changing its original colour.

Definitely  not a visit to the nearest whore house where happy endings happens. Unwritten pages where life and fantasy strikes a balance. Where expectations and reality are often abused and later met with harsh greetings. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

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Being Adam

Disclaimer: This article (only if you consider it to be one) is meant for reading pleasure and not to be taken seriously. If you or your mother or father or pastor or priest or shaman were to find this offensive, i really don't give a *neighing* backside. so please, read at your own discretion. 

And so it begins.

It's a norm, being tied by traditions, believes and practices. It's a norm, to believe and worship books and texts and idols. No i'm not relating this post to a vampire that sparkles under the sun nor am i referring to the hardy boys.

Yes! As blasphemous as it may soon be, i am referring to RELIGIONS.

Firstly you have the Theist, Atheist and the "sesat" ones, the agnostics. For those who are like me, needing to google every term to understand what it means, i'm going to do you a favor today just because i'm in a good mood;

theist - one who believes in the existence of a god or gods

atheist - one who disbelieves or denies the existence of god or gods

agnostic - one who believes that it is impossible to know whether there is a god. one who is skeptical about the existence of god but does not profess true atheism. one who is doubtful or noncommittal about something. plain and simply put, SESAT.

Secondly from the theist, comes the labeling. I'm a Muslim, I'm a Christian (of various sects), I'm a Buddhist (claims many of whom has the disability to distinguish Taoism from Buddhism) and many more.

So that leaves the "others" in a limbo. Where do people like me stand? We believe but refuse to be bounded and chained by traditions and believes not because we're pulling off a James Dean (rebel without a cause), but because we don't see the point in burning papers, kneeling or singing as examples. Our relationship with Him/Her is sacred to ourselves not to mention private. Our conversations/prayers done in our own way without scripts or harmonizing with a choir group.

In countries filled with overzealous backward minded practitioners, this my dear readers is a big issue. For all the human rights to choose that our fore fathers have fought and is still fighting so hard for, it suddenly turns into a witch hunt with Big Brother casting it's eyes and ears waiting to send the damned, confused or plain stupid for rehabilitation or punishments.

John Lennon, one of the first to publicly claim his stand said and i quote:

"Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. I needn't argue with that; I'm right and I will be proved right. We're more popular than Jesus now; I don't know which will go first - rock 'n' roll or Christianity. Jesus was all right but his disciples were think and ordinary. It's them twisting it that ruins it for me."

and sang:

"Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us, above us only sky"

Of course, there were tons of claims of him being an atheist but there is also a firm believe that he was merely condemning organized religions. 

Hence the conundrum would now suggest if it is/has been ever necessary to take sides. Was the crusade or the jihad which took countless lives fill the reds in their books and ever be able to make up for it? Is it a necessity to be labeled for God to see or hear us? Is doing what is right no longer the only option for us to be close to Him/Her?

With old school thoughts still controlling the waves of believes, the red sea of the current times seems narrower than the one Moses had to cross for the ones in between but not lost. Religions will always be strong with babies born into families of already firm believers and with current believers not going AWOL but changing religions like a stereotyped Gen-Y would change jobs.

Nevertheless, should we bring ourselves back to when it all first started with Adam and Eve, myself and my peers are not doing anything different. We do believe and feel the presence of our Creator. We believe in what's right and wrong but we stand firm in not being labeled with an organized religion of any sort.

So here I am;

Being Adam.

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Being Simple

The beginning is the end is the beginning! - smashing pumpkins

That's how I'll start ranting on the mudsling and horse shit I'll be going through with a couple of things...

Life
Music
Life again
Fashion (hopefully with my own designed tees)
And more boring stuff...

Simpleton, a band, a brand and a way of life. Never beating around the bush with bombastic terms, quotes or metaphors. A concept of being bare with nothing more than being oneself. Nothing to bieber or kardashian about. 

What inspired me? Nothing.

Probably myself. Probably boredom or if I was gonna be philosophical, a reflection of myself by rambling expressively through words.

So...having the last sip from the end of my pint, I shall now take end my first entry with nothing but a full stop.

Thanks.

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