We feel like Menudo
WOW, It's been a long while since I last posted in this blog(or any blog whatsoever); Oblivion took a break for most of the late 2006, so I thought it would be pointless for me to post something here nor in the myspace site(which is horribly empty). So lets see, what can I add? Well, mainly Oblivion was put to sleep due to the whole load of work I had to tend and forced me to travel to Caracas for a long while, then it came december and with the holydays came the drunk stupor we practice every year, so it was kinda dead for us five; then January was entirely dedicated to being hungover and cursing the fates for the lack of funding for more drinking.
Because of this rest, the five of us have indulged into some of our crazy hobbies as well to some side projects (and some serious drinking). So let me show you (and i quote) what each of Oblivion members have been doing these last four months.
I'm pretty sure we ripped off a comic somewhere in this post
WOW, It's been a long while since I last posted in this blog(or any blog whatsoever); Oblivion took a break for most of the late 2006, so I thought it would be pointless for me to post something here nor in the myspace site(which is horribly empty). So lets see, what can I add? Well, mainly Oblivion was put to sleep due to the whole load of work I had to tend and forced me to travel to Caracas for a long while, then it came december and with the holydays came the drunk stupor we practice every year, so it was kinda dead for us five; then January was entirely dedicated to being hungover and cursing the fates for the lack of funding for more drinking.
Because of this rest, the five of us have indulged into some of our crazy hobbies as well to some side projects (and some serious drinking). So let me show you (and i quote) what each of Oblivion members have been doing these last four months.
- Jorge: "Well, I've been mostly dedicated to my work in the IT consulting field and have been studying music theory along with Lolosky(we're self teaching ourselves); it's been deadly fun a ride to learn the proper manner of speaking this language, and been able to apply more technique to my compositions because of it. Besides that, I've been performing with a colombian folkloric band where I play bass guitar. I'm boring".
- Lolosky: "Hey ya fellas! This last year I've been doing some study myself, besides music theory, I've been inmersed in the most devastating culture of them all: comics; it kills your wallet, it rapes your savings, it blasts away every little penny which you're holding to. But as I've dwelled so far into it(almost as low as into my cigarette addiction), I've decided to become a connoiseur of this matter, and I've invested a gazillion of hours of my free time into the study of the world of comics, not only mainstream but also into some indy work. If that wasn't enough, I've decided that I should bear George R.R. Martin's child after reading the first novel of his saga 'A Song Of Ice And Fire' to which I'm currently hooked up, imagine Dune settled in a Lord-Of-The-Rings-esque enviroment, then imagine me orgasming. Nerdism out. My trip to merida keeps getting postponed for fucks knows the cause, so if you're reading this(you know who you are), sorry but you'll have to linger longer"
- Enrique: "Well, these last four months I've been mostly dedicated to teach myself some italian and japanese(mostly because of porn and Naruto, in that order); besides that I've decided that I should persue some major in political science, but don't hold your breaths for my diploma, it'll take a while before I even start again in college. Drinking and shit is still going as usual, except that now Henry and I are trying to get into as many 'free drinks' parties than usual, leaving us in sitcom style situations of embarassment. I have nothing else to add(I'm the bass player you can't blame for being boring) ".
- Dissaor: "Three words: Electronic. Satanic. Beats! I got me a new computer and with my drum machine bl337 5k1llz I'm trying to create some electronic disaster that will reverb in the gates of the nine circles of hell! Besides that and writing some killer riffs to use into Oblivion as well as some rythm patterns for some blasting songs. I've been trying to fit in some lyrics but I just don't see them as Oblivion material. Well, that's it, i don't have much to say except that this year i'll conquer the Klingons for sure".
- LSD: "Read above and see if we're thinking the same thing: Dissaor is just gay(Note Of Dissaor: SHUT UP EMOFAGGOTH!); well, I was kinda depressed due to the lack of music these few months but I still managed to meet some cool new people and have been watching a lot of movies lately, scored me a ladyfriend now and then, and practicing my singing. So I guess it's, as people say, the same ol' song for me. Peace out".
I'm pretty sure we ripped off a comic somewhere in this post
Gaze Of The Crossing
Follow. Embark.
Not pressure
nor liquid embrace.
Feel the Flow,
grasp the silence,
tender violence
is the mandate
made by words
of decadence.
Oh so intense
woe, is the feeling
in my road.
For creatures
derailed an inch
of sleeping vengeance
in my heart,
stray or wake up
longing truthness,
not more words
for compassion
neither passion.
Trembling needs
rise in my heart.
Three steps in the next direction
to perfection
while the goal
slips my touch.
Better than remorse in silence
is the madness
of free thought.
While innermost contemplations
flee the lead
of parting words.
Now time is a ghost
that scapes
the feeble sense
of fake control.
Leaving it all behind,
I made my mind,
to take this course;
even if consequence
is much more dense
than those for witness
of the bold.
Never can I retract,
neither take back,
the doomed acts
that i've abhored
Not pressure
nor liquid embrace.
Feel the Flow,
grasp the silence,
tender violence
is the mandate
made by words
of decadence.
Oh so intense
woe, is the feeling
in my road.
For creatures
derailed an inch
of sleeping vengeance
in my heart,
stray or wake up
longing truthness,
not more words
for compassion
neither passion.
Trembling needs
rise in my heart.
Three steps in the next direction
to perfection
while the goal
slips my touch.
Better than remorse in silence
is the madness
of free thought.
While innermost contemplations
flee the lead
of parting words.
Now time is a ghost
that scapes
the feeble sense
of fake control.
Leaving it all behind,
I made my mind,
to take this course;
even if consequence
is much more dense
than those for witness
of the bold.
Never can I retract,
neither take back,
the doomed acts
that i've abhored
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