Contours Of The Migration Scale.

I moved to a new location.

Do enquire at MSN or email if interested.


Cheers, you snobs!
Joel

I'm taking my time.

So, the feeling of not knowing where I'm heading to now is settling in. Slow but most surely. There's nothing left to do, no highlight of a week or month left to look forward to. All I have resembling a plan or schedule is to just get you back here.

I thought of a million ways to break that iron cascade he has over you but it just isn't in me to let it all go down that way. I would take punches, fat lips, insults, group attacks just to understand again how I was so happy and carefree back then.

So to be amongst the pioneer batch of bands playing in the first ever Singapore Deathfest was a massive honour. I went on stage, didn't give a fuck about what people would say and if you ask me. It was a good one for me, I didn't feel awkward to headbang in front or that we were not brutal enough. I just didn't crack or at least bother to keep up an image or persona of what I was supposed to be doing. So boys and girls, perhaps the secret to performing live? Vocals went well for me despite the big scare in the jamming studio before heading down to Thomson CC. I didn't vomit out of nervousness this time round too.

Sometimes, you try to run so far away from where you are but sooner or later you're gonna find yourself wondering how you ever got here. You try to retrace each step backwards but you're just blank. I took new friends over values and real friendships, I took my pride over my guilt and I became someone I barely could tolerate until it was nearly too late. I'd been walking all this while, eyes shut, stagnant and pale in this putrid horror freakshow of my own revelation.

You don't have to weigh consequences along with the odds of a situation you don't want to be in. At the end of the day, what matters most are relationships, honesty, love, sacrifice and the attainment and strengthening of your personal beliefs.

Sometimes, you don't have to be the big kahuna or the Don. You don't have to be the guy with the girl on his lap, the one with the prettiest shoes and dress, the guy who looks good even in a plain tshirt, berms and slippers, the one who has the most friends, you don't have to be the one who's dancing like a neon signboard, the one with the most bedroom escapades, the one who's famous in the scene, the one who's respected.

I'm the one. With the ugly teeth, chubby cheeks, horrible hairdo, with nipples sticking out his shirt, the fat kid from a typical high school drama. All I have under attributes would be transparency because I don't care right now. If I'm single the rest of my life, if I never get rich or if Massecration never becomes a household name in the metal scene; I just don't care.

Because when I said "I'm taking my time and you guys are still fucking boring." on stage on Sunday. It felt right, it felt like a warmth from a mother's embrace.

Hey, you. You know it's you I'm talking about. I can wait because I'm taking my time now.

Sherbet.

Have you seen the lands? A prostitute visited by ferrying merchants and traders, trod upon, spat at and left alone in the times of scurrying daybreak. As she cries, she weeps and she mourns for respect reciprocated. Her sisters are none for she is a bastard child from the brainwave of humanity's most misused value. Unity.

Separatist ideologies aside. Where is our countrymen's pride? Or can there by any, since we come from diversificated lands and all we've known is to tolerate and reserve ourselves. Our country is now overrun by foreigners who claim our jobs as their rights and our primed land as stools for graceful establishment. Our heads have been pushed under the water, under the marking level of normalcy, under the equations of indignant standards.

Our elderly often have no seats on the transport systems because these vermin pests claim these seats as their own, with the cunning pretention of slumber. Our elderly, our forefathers and representatives of our history are treated as though they were simple minded creatures who deserved no respect whatsoever.

Our local women crave the attention of these aryan falsities, pigs of men. Who taste their wares and throw them into the gutter. They have sold us a culture that have only begun reprimanding us now. We have greedily taken serving after serving and now, the consequences are borne into fetuses and placed in the womb of our wives.

Our people have become infiltrated and set fire upon, when will you see the smoke? The burning stench of moral decay and this false absolution.

The solution is simple. Rid the vermin pests and have strength in your arms and the elder spirits inside you arise within and control your weakened limbs. I will be your flag, we must rid this vermin apocalypse and regain the control that we have lost ourselves.

Damsy Bloke.

Well, thanks to the friends who bothered enough to ask me how my first AA meeting went and well, I didn't go actually. I overslept, hit the sack once I got home from work and slept till about eight-ish.

I'm afraid, really and I don't want to lose my trump card in this battle because if I do I will be so lost in this spiralling dependency.

I don't want to be lost again, seriously.

On a more current notice, all I've looked forward to these two weeks have just been jamming and more jamming. Work is a drag, sex is a dream and love is a question that seemingly answers itself in between.

I think God must have someone seriously fab planned for me or perhaps he wants me to be in his service for the rest of my life because the pretty smiles and deep conversations are coming up but somehow that feeling never comes up again. It's scary, really and Lulu is dead set on convincing me that I am gay.

For piss sake, no.

I.

Surge into conitunity, the blinding oppression in the scheme of progression.
Repay the impious deed, transgression returned with the might of aggression.
Crush the infidel seed, with the carnal direction of a cleansing action.
Deny the falsities, and reign in the glory of my supremacy.

Head for The Barricade.

The entire morning has been fueled by Limp Bizkit, Damien Rice and more Damien Rice. I'm in one of those creative moods all of a sudden, when your eyes light up and you just feel like sketching a little something, writing a short story, writing a new song etc.

A lot has been on my mind recently. A new introduction, an old flame, a faraway love and the mother that I miss so dearly. When you get home and your secret hideaway is so cold and quiet, you can't help but just think to yourself that your life seriously sucks. What if there was hot, steaming dinners and bubbly chatter or even at the worst a little shouting. Just some noise in here would make me feel alive, more alive.

Are all women fated to be the same? Money grabbing, leg spreading after dinner and drinks and a drive home made up sluts? I can't help but recall the 'plastic-ness' of two chicks at the office and technically they are Uni students so.. I don't know. Can't people have deep, meaningful conversations and then a walk home anymore? Must there by financial favours, tongue and sex? Like I know Singaporeans are generally very rushed but can't we all take our lifestyle pace out of our personal lives? Like where are we even rushing to, I bet we don't know. Why do you want to head somewhere that you barely understand lest want to be at.

Murakami Salinger, hope your trip's good.
Raindrops, you make me want to pull on my hood.
Cutie Cab, you tore me into pieces and walked on.
Strangely familiar.

And the only one that's truly been constant are the bonds that are never broken and the one where days are lived forever. I miss you like hell, I would bring hell on earth just to take every one face to face just to know that you'll be home one day and I will lie in your arms and feel the solace I've been missing all this time.

Massecration Update, 18/07/07.

Hey friends, just a quick post.

Massecration will be performing at the Singapore Deathfest 2007, 29th July at Thomson CC. Event starts at 2pm, we'll most probably be taking the first slow so do get there on time all right? The Deathfest features technical/experimental death metallers Arbitrary Element, Innards Decay; Brutal Death Metal from Kuala Lumpur(Malaysia), death metallers Nafrat, the legendary Vrykolakas and Porn Grinders Cardiac Necropsy. Kudos to Yana for putting everything together and getting this event started off. Guys, do come and support you local death metal militia!

The next show we're booked on is tentatively set on the 25th August along with Truth Be Known(TBC) and Bhelliom(TBC). This event is still in it's planning stages so no point releasing all the information just yet.

One more show we're booked for either in September or December. MetalAllegiant 07, will be playing alongside our friends Crucifixion, Oshiego and Absence Of The Sacred. That show includes Singapore's more internationally reknowned metal acts such as Vedic Metal pioneers, Rudra and heavy metal showcase Meltgsnow. More information will be up.

Meanwhile, the band is prepping for our promo recording scheduled in the later part of the year. Entitled "Dignifying Horror In Absolution", will feature three of the tracks from the full length which is currently untitled. Namely; Suffocate Futile Existence, Death be Thy Order and Summoning Massecration.

More details will be out as more stuff get finalised. Meanwhile Massecration is available for booking. For enquiries, please reach Agnes at massecration@gmail.com or you can get me at artistrik@hotmail.com for more information. We are available for both local and overseas shows, depending on availability and location(for overseas shows).