Thursday, December 30, 2010

Epic Poetry

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
This line doesn't rhyme
This one doesn't either

For you, I promise

For you,
Pierced so rough by cupid's arrow
Trodden and hard used,
Heart hewn by dogs so shallow


I promise,
To make your joy lasting your sorrow brief,
That with time love seeps back in like a thief
To mend your heart so cleft in 'twain
I have no idea what to write that rhymes, but your priest is your main

"A sad I has one"

Didn’t think it’d hurt so bad

Didn’t think I’d cry

Didn’t think I’d hesitate

The day we said goodbye

I didn’t want to fall for you

I didn’t want to die

I didn’t want to say I do

Because I don’t believe in lies

But there are no lies when you really love

The same way there isn’t fear

But I am afraid, I’m so afraid

Of opening Aphrodite’s trove.

I didn’t want to fall for you

Though my heart said otherwise

I never wanted to say I do

Because I don’t believe in lies



I fell for you anyway you stupid bastard.

Time Machine



Time is the hours of day
 the minutes and the seconds
the paths that turn grey

Machine is the limit
the gears of war
what fears never hold, never thaws

Put us both together
and we could right all the wrongs
but now we need a time machine

to take back what was lost

MARY-ANNE



The first time i saw you, i was not impressed
Just another pretty thing, all little black dressed.
So biased was my eye, i dismissed you in a look
Telling myself pfft, she's probably never read a book.

Then the second day came,
And saw i a priest t-shirt on your lithe frame
My, my, what do we have here now
Could this girl possibly play WoW?

As i went home by cab that night, (too late to take a bus)
I knew i had come upon, my succubus

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

You and I we make a pretty good pair.



This poem has a bonus orgasm sound so you can fantasise about having sex with me<3


Your male head to her, the willing female

Hard and wanting for her lips

Rubbed silver and swollen from your kisses,



She waits for you to enter her and for the charge,

the ecstasy, the electricity, oh!

Of the connection.



She waits, and gasps incoherently as you touch,

Bodies cold and hard against each other,

Emotion nonexistent, pleasure two-point-zerofold.



Your joining is perfection.



Like fluid poetry you move,

and, leaving a part of yourself within her,

your deed is done.



With a sigh that says nothing and everything,

she then declares

Device may now be removed safely.

summer, everyday


lessen the nods, may the robes no longer stifle
bleed the radio, say you won't stop.
make this tireless day, end before it begins
watch as the sun flees, like a fashion accessory
ponder your thoughts, on fields of grass
but come to no conclusion, why we couldn't make it last
beg and borrow, cheat and steal
just don't let go, when love comes through.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Reconciled with a jackal

That night beneath the howling moon

you blew my heart away.

Shotgun sawn-off, smoking,

you blew it away – the smoke.


I had a heart before it failed me,

I had one that was once true,

and yet you bared white fangs

and came upon me like a wolf.


Have I harmed you in a life long past

that you should hurt me once again?

Or is this sweet mess your heart's desire,

the half to your broken soul?


Beneath the howling moon I wailed,

I cried and sobbed and lost my faith.

And beneath the shine in your silver pelt,

you said goodbye without a kiss.

nightvision

weary is, those wavering eyes
they are weary, and always bending,
watching dust against the blackest night,
in the stillest moon
just as dawn has come to pass,
a back that's bending over backwards
wearing that heart on his sleeve
those eyes waver no more, love it is.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Liz Phair - Good Love Never Dies

For the rest of my days I want you by my side
Tell me what can I say to keep you in my life
'Cause I can never relax
I've got to keep it exciting
Make it attractive
Keep it alive
Keep you coming back
I'm always so frightened you'll see through my act
When the fire is out and I've given up
You come running out, and you build it up

You tell me good love never dies
It only hurts when we burn our eyes
From staring too long at the sun
You gotta throw your hands up
And let the night come

"I like watching you out there. It's comforting."

Tell me what can I say to keep you in my life
All the words slip away when I look in your eyes
Because I can never relax
I've got to keep it exciting
Make it attractive
Keep it alive
Keep you coming back
I'm already fighting to keep what I have
When the fire is out and I've given up
You come running out, and you build it up

You tell me good love never dies
It only hurts when we burn our eyes
From staring too long at the sun
You gotta throw your hands up
And let the night come
Take your chances
And let the night come

Friday, December 24, 2010

Tangled - A Movie Review



i watched Tangled/Rapunzel today with the guys from Teamchemist and Andy Ho. it is the best movie ever, of 2010.

it was the single most life-changing experience of my life in this lifetime, watching Rapunzel with 4 other men, getting all teary-eyed when Rapunzel almost lost the love of her life.

but such is the power of this movie, that it reignited the passion to live and to love in me. i came out of the cinema with a new found belief in love, the good love, that it will, and it can prevail, irregardless of selfish old women, or greedy twins.

love is the absolute, and if you believe in love, wholeheartedly and unwavering, a happy ending is yours, for all of eternity.

"and at last i see the light."

Monday, December 20, 2010

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.


-William Blake

The Sound of Tilting, Part 6.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Holidays

i see you Jimmy, you're a dog from across the room. and we're not worried about starving, we have proper jobs where we behave properly in the eyes of people like you, the society, who deem it fit. our lives are a joke, all we do is expand on this idea and blow it up. not just our lives, your lives as well, we're the ones laughing the loudest. so stay neat, in that G2000 blazer, pants and shoes. you don't get to look at yourself, whoring it up on the scene, but we do. i guess, like us, you're expanding on the idea of being a slut, i respect that, in a bizarre manner. commonly misplaced feelings aren't forgotten, just tugged under your feet so you step on them everywhere. there are two things. one is that they're telling it like it is, two is i'm deaf.

Miss Fors



Miss Fors spent a large majority of her previous years on the internet as an awkward (but not fat) kid. At age 20, she evolved from a Magikarp into a Gyarados after encountering many wild Joels. She plays World of Warcraft and StarCraft II and is appreciative of a variety of games. Unfortunately all she knows of the fighting game genre is Street Fighter 4, and back down front. Oh and she once went out with a geek from RJC who spent their date playing King of Fighters.

Miss Fors is a Comms student at a shitty university and hopes to graduate soon so she can fulfill her dream of being a Pokemon Master. She enjoys writing, movies, Pokemon, zombies, makeup, food, and unlike Vx and Ore no Jonda-sama, loves dogs. Some day she is going to make a movie about dinosaurs eating hot chicks.

Team Xialan has HIRED.

Team Xialan is very please to announce that they have added a very electrocuted individual to their mad dog gang.

presenting, the third member of Team Xialan, because 3 is a magic number, our Ultra Director, Miss Fors!



(if you've been following this space, you would have known that we've got our eyes set on her for a very long time now.)

Miss Fors, the angry troll herself, Mary-Anne, will be joining us in telling it like it is, looking good and bringing the hype, so be nice to her.

lots of big plans for Team Xialan in 2011 as a Seiei Enbu. we look forward to a wholesome of fun.


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Team Xialan is NOW HIRING.

That's right, with the unsuccessful over-hazing of PEIQIN, Team XL is now looking for 1 x Mary-Anne.


Interested applicants please send a pair of panties, and 1000 gold in-game to my character

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953)

Monday, December 13, 2010

For He So Loved The Queue

Claude Debussy plays away, the tightly-lipped pillow man from yesterday, a worm of sorts now. much to be abducted, but he withstood the towering pain, of a blister in the mouth, and a growth in manpower and sales. how goes he, unnoticed, baring no resemblance to the mighty rain, as he galloped through the mechanical city, with no slippers or a dollar note to spare. so serene the stupidity, of coming to a banquet with a leather suit and pants. so serene is the country we live in. that we run ourselves against walls we build, loving so hopeless, yet hoping all at the same time... longing after.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Dedication to Detonation



the people who deny Team Xialan a word of thanks, or a sniff of panties, for their dedication to detonation in the Fighting Game/Arcade scene are the same people who put stones into water and turn it black, cheat women of their 25 grand and molest children along the way.

deck my balls with jars of Brylcreem, 'tis the season to be tilting.

The Sound Of Tilting, Part 3.




The Cardigans - For What It's Worth

Merry Christmas... From Jon!



tis the season to be tilting!

amidst all the mad rush hazing and bashing, the spirit of Christmas is in the giving, and not the drinking. so my only gift for you this year is a mixtape and a card, which you will find in this YouSendIt download link (the link expires in 7 days, starting from TODAY). i hope you love the songs, and the card even more. love it so much that you would print it out and paste it on your forehead. and if you know where to find me, i'll autograph it.

regards,

Jon Lim's Christmas Mixtape Vo.1

1. Blink-182 - Happy Holidays, You Bastard
2. the brilliant green - Holidays!
3. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - All I Want For Christmas
4. Weezer - Hark The Herald Angels Sing
5. Pixies - Winterlong
6. HALCALI - スラローム'06
7. Kana Nishino - Christmas Love
8. Stars - What The Snowman Learned About Love
9. Mew - She Came Home For Christmas
10. Nana Mizuki - POWDER SNOW
11. Utada Hikaru - Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence -FYI
12. Tommy heavenly6 - I ♥ Xmas
13. Manic Street Preachers - Last Christmas (live)

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Hills Are Alive, With The Sound Of Tilting, Part 1.

I think we're gonna have to add an extra line to the Team Xialan manifesto soon.


Team Xialan believes in....

1) Telling it like it is

2) Looking Good

3) Bringing The Hype


And now......


4) THE FACT THAT FLORENCE IS A FUCKING LIAR.





Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Street Fighter Application For Everyday Life Lesson 2: Knockdown

in life, once you are knocked down, if your character is such that you have no good "wake-up" options (i.e LJ Pals, a bottle of Jacks, tantric sex...) to reverse the situation, you can either take a cab back, because i think you very steam, or insert another coin.