Thursday, July 19, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
ONE LAST SONG BEFORE WE GO!
KILLSWITCH ENGAGE
MY CURSE
Ottorev comes online next Monday morning. For our rabid grease monkeys out there, stay tuned for a super-charge performance guaranteed to make the race car lovin' school boys wet their pants.
MY CURSE
I watched you walk away
Helpless, with nothing to say
I strain my eyes
Hoping to see you again
This is my curse (the longing)
This is my curse (time)
This is my curse (the yearning)
This is my curse
There is love burning to find you
Will you wait for me?
Will you be there?
Your silence haunts me
But still I hunger for you
This is my curse (the wanting)
This is my curse (time)
This is my curse (the needing)
This is my curse
There is love burning to find you
Will you wait for me?
Still I want
And still I ache
But still I wait
To see you again
Dying, inside, these walls (2x)
And I see your face in these tears? In these tears
And I see your face...
There is love (8x)
Ottorev comes online next Monday morning. For our rabid grease monkeys out there, stay tuned for a super-charge performance guaranteed to make the race car lovin' school boys wet their pants.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Gentlemen, start your engines
As this site will be scraped in the following weeks, readers are strongly encouraged to visit my new blog when the new articles have been poured into their casts:
Ottorev provides a local insight into the world of electronically-limited automobiles and the oily bits that are drawing flak from poor, bus-patronising environmentalist all over the world.
...the truth is, if you have not sold your kidneys to an ailing oil magnate in Russia or your kids to Madonna, you would probably not have ever owned a handcrafted Italian-made sports car. This however, makes you a normal person considering that fact that kidney-deficiency is not a common cause of death in Singapore. Who then are these people racing to and from traffic light junctions, terrorising shopaholic aunties in their 1.0L Kia Picantos and leaving everyone else at the traffic lights in a trail of black smoke?
Enter the legion of middle-aged, Viagra-reliant fat men whose childhood dreams of owing a sports car, have now been fulfilled ever since they undertook the feckless decision of selling their kidneys for a 400bhp Ferrari and, their wives and kids for additional carbon ceramic brakes and a rear spoiler....
The road is a dangerous place to be when you are in the company of drivers without a sense of conscience, family and a need for the latrine.
Stay tuned...
Ottorev provides a local insight into the world of electronically-limited automobiles and the oily bits that are drawing flak from poor, bus-patronising environmentalist all over the world.
...the truth is, if you have not sold your kidneys to an ailing oil magnate in Russia or your kids to Madonna, you would probably not have ever owned a handcrafted Italian-made sports car. This however, makes you a normal person considering that fact that kidney-deficiency is not a common cause of death in Singapore. Who then are these people racing to and from traffic light junctions, terrorising shopaholic aunties in their 1.0L Kia Picantos and leaving everyone else at the traffic lights in a trail of black smoke?
Enter the legion of middle-aged, Viagra-reliant fat men whose childhood dreams of owing a sports car, have now been fulfilled ever since they undertook the feckless decision of selling their kidneys for a 400bhp Ferrari and, their wives and kids for additional carbon ceramic brakes and a rear spoiler....
The road is a dangerous place to be when you are in the company of drivers without a sense of conscience, family and a need for the latrine.
Stay tuned...
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