Metal

Metal is a saviour for me, and has freed my mind back when I thought I knew who I am. It gave me strength.


It is the reject's music; it's the music for the person who sits in the corner due to being different from the rest of the world, and being rejected; it's the private intimate connection between a person and his instincts; it is a method of coping with pain and a voice of hope and freedom, pushing you to push forward and survive.

It's not elite, it's intimate.

The expression of rebellion and of deep feelings.
Be it the angry feelings, psychotic feelings, fucked up urges, confusion, hate, love...


I was the loser and I am a loser, and that is part of who I am now, I might be able to play along more, but I am also able to be honest when I have to.

I am proud of who I became.
I am proud of the influence heavy metal had on me.



It is for the Silhouette
It is for the reject
It is for the truth of pain
It is for the depth of feeling
It is for the ache of oblivion
It is for the heart of complex emotions
It is for the expressions of misery, chaos, peace, hate, and love intertwined
It is for the outspoken
It is the soundtrack of revolution and life
It is the balancing force
It is what pays your attention to the emotions stirring within when the world tells you to ignore them
It is the intimacy




This weekend I am hopefully going to see Anathema in concert in Lebanon, I don't care if I'm going alone, I will not miss this opportunity.



Fuck the negative energy, you won't bring me down.