Staring at a photo, brought back memories of an incident from the past Memories almost forgotten, glad that I didn't, bittersweet tho it may be Happened across the sea, in a city I visited for the very first time
In the middle of the night, hand in hand we walked Down the corridors built in the time of the British, a time oh so long ago Reinforcing the perception that almost everyone had So as to deceive our brothers from across the Strait Doubtful we were though, that it would actually work But the deed was carried out, without further thought Saw it as casual fun, and so it was
But was it as simple as that? Or did we had other intentions? I don't know about you But you can say I did Though the feelings that made me clasped your hand Weren't fully formulated yet at the time They were just starting to grow In a place deep down in my heart
It must be Fate herself Playing games with me Foreshadowing how I was going to feel about you With that simple gesture
And now the games that Fate plays Has Nostalgia joining in That sense of longing For the past and the simpler times For the time when I held your hand When I had high hopes for us And the painful truth had yet to surface Proof that Ignorance is bliss And the truth hurts
It's amusing How I didn't fully appreciate it when we locked hands When the feelings were finally developed And I knew how to appreciate it I wished for the opportunity again Only to find that there probably won't be a second time
It's like listening to music today Without knowing it's the last time you do Because tomorrow you're becoming stone deaf Life has a wicked sense of humour
Did I play a part in my downfall? Did I jump the gun? Did it come out too early, the words that I spoken? Or was it all irrelevant And we just weren't meant to be?
I guess we'll never know As what's done is done, and we cannot reverse Time And as Time marches on All that's left are memories And bittersweet Nostalgia
------------------- Vague is the person but in the archives lie clues to the method to reveal the identity And remember the fact that Naturally, history tends to repeat itself
Found out about this from Chester's blog, it's just too good to not repost.
You cannot call yourself a child of the 80's/90's if you don't know who Cobra Commander is. Look him up. Wikipedia is teh awesome. If you think Hitler was charismatic, you aint' seen nothing yet. He's pwns Hitler's ass a million times over and still has time to drop in for a cup of tea with the Pope. He is the magnificent, the inspiring, the kind, awesome and supremely borderline insane psycho megalomaniac, Cobra Commander!!!
He may have failed in his illegal quest for global domination but with your help, yes you, the people of America, you can help him this time around with his legal quest for global domination. Vote Cobra Commander!
If you're sick and tired of hearing Obama and his promises for better healthcare, or Clinton's promises of ending the war in Iraq, why not throw your hat in instead for CC and his ingenious Weather Dominator™!
If you still aren't sure whether your vote is for CC (though I can't fucking imagine why), maybe the following videos will help make your mind up. Or maybe you'd like some insane Cobra Ninja Assassins with mad skillz knocking at your doorstep to help you change your mind. And I mean that literally.
And how can you call yourself a presidential candidate without your very own campaign song?
Vote Cobra Commander '08! Yes, we shall!
Cobra La La La La La La La La La La La La!!!! PAID FOR BY COMMANDER FOR PRESIDENT AND APPROVED BY COBRA COMMANDER
Yes damnit, I am a self confessed ex-DotA disser (I'm pretty sure I just made up that word). I'm here at Dota Dissing Anonymous to share my experience as an ex-Dota disser to all of you so that you would not repeat my mistake again.
Anyone who regards himself as a respectable gamer should know what Dota is. Unless you've been living under a rock for the past 5 years. Which I sincerely hope for the welfare of your mental state, is not the case.
If you haven't been living under a rock and you still don't know what Dota is, you fail in your gaming knowledge.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Yes, just a year ago I was dissing Dota as a game, despite never even playing it. As is usual for the majority of society, I was dissing something that I had never even tried.
To quote a line from the movie 'Ah Long', "belum try belum tahu. Sekali try, hari-hari mahu".
Oh, how have the ignorant fallen.
On that dark, fateful stormy night when I was playing CS at the local cybercafe, in she walked. A leggy broad, pretty as a picture. Eyes as blue as the ocean, lips as red as ruby. A tousle of long blonde hair, cascading down to her shoulders. A sexy, elegant and tight dress on her lithe body. Long, slender fingers holding a thin, slowly burning cigarette on a cigarette holder. The room descended into a hush, beady eyes roving all over her body, as smoke from her cigarette arose to frame her head. She was the classic femme fatale. My heart skipped a beat. Her...hey, wait a minute! Is this the film noir script writing class? I was introduced to the game that is Dota. It blew my mind. Mind numbing, orgasm inducing. Never had I played a game like this before. Here was a game of strategy, teamwork and cunning. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Somewhere in the universe, a sun exploded. A star collapsed. A black hole swallowed an entire galaxy. Man Utd won the Champions League. Drogba announced he was gay who enjoyed buttsecks. Cobra Commander became the president of the United States with his Weather Dominator™. But none of that mattered, compared to the awesomelicious pleasures of Dota.
I played like a man consumed with hunger. Hunger for nothing but Dota. Blink strikes, mana burn and sacred relics were my only sustenance. I broke into a feverish sweat. Hands on mouse and keyboard, eyes on screen as I triple killed, monster killed, beyond godliked and dominated my way to paradise and beyond. My heroes were no longer Cpt. Jack Sparrow or King Leonidas. There were replaced with Sand King and Terrorblade. There was no longer good or evil, there was only the Sentinel and the Scourge. The Tree of Life and the Frozen Throne.
Threw you the obvious And you flew with it on your back A name in your recollection Down among a million same
Difficult not to feel a little bit Disappointed and passed over When I've looked right through See you naked but oblivious And you don't see me
Well I threw you the obvious Just to see if there's more behind the Eyes of a fallen angel Eyes of a tragedy
Here I am expecting just a little bit Too much from the wounded But I see See through it all See through And see you
Cos I threw you the obvious To see what occurs behind the Eyes of a fallen angel Eyes of a tragedy
Oh well.. Oh well.. Apparently nothing Apparently nothing at all
(4x) You don't You don't You don't see me
You don't see You don't You don't see me at all
- 3 Libras, A Perfect Circle
Beautiful song with beautiful lyrics.
The lyrics for the song is pretty deep and abstract and each will have their own interpretation of the lyrics. Here's my take on it.
Basically, the song is about how disappointed one feels when his loved one overlooks him and doesn't see him at all.
'Obvious' here seems to refer to the singer's love for the other person, as in it's pretty obvious that he is in love with her. The singer makes it obvious that he loves the other person. So 'threw you the obvious' seems to be saying 'I told you the obvious, that I love you'.
But his name is just another name to her along with all the other names that hold no significance to her.
Fallen angel, tragedy and wounded refers to her. It seems like she got hurt in a past relationship which is the reason why she seems to be overlooking and passing him over, perhaps for the fear of getting hurt again, thus she is wounded. A fallen angel used to be an angel, a being filled with optimism but has now been corrupted to a being filled with pessimism. This could represent her, in that her optimistic view on relationships had been corrupted by that particular relationship and now she views relationships in a pessimistic light. She is now, in essence, a tragedy.
He's been throwing her the obvious to see her response but evidently he's been expecting too much from her because in the end, her response according to him is "apparently nothing, apparently nothing at all".
Ok, I better stop before the slitting begins and the blood starts to flow.
Remember kids, down the road, not across the street.
-I am anti-life, the beast of judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?
-I am hope.
(Choronzon and The Sandman)
