shit im addicted to garlic green peas. helpz.
| Thoughts Became Words At 3:37 PM |
finally a hardcore song. tho some ppl still call this band screamo. and some of u might not like the screaming, but wadeva. its nice la
"The Crimson"
i feel it welling up inside and Robert Smith lied
boys do cry
and with blood tears in my eyes i'm an Anne Rice novel come to life
i can't hide the monster any more
one can only feel desolate for so long
until one starts to change into something the mirror doesn't recognise
i metamorphasize
the darkness has been biding its time to claim its latest victim
fresh meat for carnal desire to become what i became
i viewed the sun for the last time
CHORUS
will you still hold me when you seen what i have done?
will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victims blood?
so crimson and red i feel it flowing from your lips
crimson and red
my heart is dead and so are you
and it pulses through, the desire to change
to deconstruct all of my
all of my past failings
but where to begin because when you live in sin its hard to look at saints
without them reflecting your jet black aura back to you
and all i have is hope
my inner burn's not fading
i'll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day
CHORUS
and all i have i hope
and all i need is time to bury in pine under six feet of time the lies i told about myself
claw my way out
pick the splinters from under my fingernails
i won't lose hope
i won't give in
just live and breathe try not to die again x 3
CHORUS x 2
my heart is dead and so are you
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:04 PM |
wad the fuckingcheebyelanjiaotoupinenhuashuangkoxiannenduozhixingxianwubi. we lost vball. damn close la. and hai me cheer like ive nvr cheered b4. now my voice like that of many in unison (WALAUWAY)... sian la both guys and girls lost to nyjc... wtf... and they r qiang becos of Hei She You Mo for guys and Skeleton King for girls... ours more pro la, got teamwork... sigh but have to admit we lost, and the game was cheebying nice and exciting. hope bball can get a gold, waterpolo, vball tabletennis all no gold la, wtc.
shit i got medical checkup tmr. yeay no need go sch. shit still need to wake up damn early. yeay can show lanjiao to ppl tmr... hahaha ZHEN DE shi cocks
| Thoughts Became Words At 8:41 PM |
arrghh volleyball lost! ponned econs and ph to go watch... the girls seriously dio thrash la... scores like half of ny's.. not the pro team i have heard abt. sigh and ny actually not really qiang, juz that number 11 Skeleton King and some other player (forgot number) gd only. but still SK is porn la. solid wall, and nearly all the pts score by her. wtf. hmmm but the guys match was damn nice la. hots. shorty (sp?) from 63 damn porn. and allory's bro in acjc, damn alike la. like twins lidat. first round we lost by a bit, then second round fought back with utter proness. all the fakes damn nice. but still third round we lost by quite a lot actually, think is us damn tired liao. sigh but lucky hcjc can still go semis. shall go support agains.
and yeay i juz ate a lot. one mug of tieguanying plus cadbury fruit and nut , interval for 20 minutes, then chicken chop rice with two eggs and coleslaw, plus one mug Nutrisoy, plus one wedge honey dew. and still not full. now interval. shall go eat sultana biscuits plus one mug milo plus one wedge papaya later. muahahahahahahahaaa
| Thoughts Became Words At 5:48 PM |
sigh my stamina is damn lousy la. 11.46 for 2.4. wtf. super lousy la. lucky just nice get C. sigh but the other 5 items all leng leng get 5 each. so total score 28. sian. dream of perfect score no more. shit. haha but at least get gold.
| Thoughts Became Words At 8:01 PM |
Yo new song of the week is by this band called From Autumn to Ashes. It's actually a band that plays a mixture of punk and hardcore songs, and belongs in a new genre called Screamo. but this song features a female singer (think is guest singer), and no heavy guitars or watsoever. feels gay playing a female singer song on my blog, but watever. maybe shall post a proper hardcore song by the band some day...
"Autumns Monologue"
Oh why cant I be what you need
a new improved version of me
but i'm nothing so good no i'm nothing
just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs
of violence of love and of sorrow
i beg for just one more tomorrow
where you hold me down fold me in
deep deep deep in the heart of your sins
Chorus
I break in two over you
I break in two
And each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life
But you dont see me, you dont...
here i'm in between darkness and light
bleached and blinded by these nights
where im tossing and tortured til dawn
by you, visions of you then youre gone
the shock lifts the red from my face
when i hear someone's taking my place
how could love be so thoughtless, so cruel
when all, all that i did was for you
Chorus x2
i break in two over you
i break in two over you,
over you
i break in two
i would break in two for you
now you see me
now you don't
now you need me
now you don't
| Thoughts Became Words At 9:05 PM |
omg really feel like collecting kicks. damn. esp after visiting the forums at
www.sneakerfreaker.com and
www.soleredemption.com . nike vandals. nike airforce one mids. adidas forums. nike SB PRods. aaarrrgggggghh
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:56 PM |
today morning 1 am while everyone was asleepi was sitting at my com with fan blowing eating roasted peanuts drinking cider listening to some slow music and thinking about nothing but everything. envy me.
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:08 AM |
just read sum stuff abt finding aims in life... haha kh might again groan that this is yet another post on life goals and stuff, but not really. just a self-reflection. no bragging or self-reassuring here, but i feel that my life has been rather to my liking. what "live like there's no tomorrow, dream like theres so many tomorrows", i just feel i have lived life to the fullest so far. after reading kh's entry, i am proud to say i do have had those times spent alone, reading books i wanted to read, checking up on stuff that interested me on the Net, listening and indulging in good music and food--just living for myself and no one else. but of course need to take out some time of your life to live for others--family, school etc. the 2 jc years have been my slackiest--but the 2 i have enjoyed most. i have discovered much of myself compared to the other 15. even for regrets i dare to say i have only a few--like choosing science instead of arts. but i treat these wrong choices as lessons. so i can say i dun really have any regrets. seriously if i died tomorrow i would not look back and regret, tho of course i want to live long la.
but of course comes some time when u need time for others. like studies. which is like now. but wait until i finish reading slam dunk hahahahaaa
| Thoughts Became Words At 12:59 PM |
http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:13 PM |
today went break after fasting for 3 weeks. really is break-fast. anw i got 3 rounds for elbowspin. tai ko one, but v. shuang. hahaha. and i learnt how to drill better for elbow spin liaos. hmmm my transitions still there, not bad. for teapot to airchair can hold the airchair there significantly longer todae, damn shuang. but b4 i went home today tried to do wallflips on solid ground finally. did twice, and nearly died twice. landed twice on knees and forearms. hahaha. my knee and ankle now quite cocks. still thinking on my plan tmr. shd i go watch water polo match? shd i go for the maths peer tutoring briefing shit? should i go for training? should i go break despite my ankle? sianx
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:41 PM |
yo ppl the background song now is Another Day by Dream Theater. its damn pro. and can help some of u out there too. tho the singer's voice isnt exactly v strong and powerful, what is nice abt this band is its musicianship. the guitars and percussions are alive. just listen for the saxaphone and guitars. and feell the song. u wont get this kind of song in nowaday pop.
"Another Day"
Live another day
Climb a little higher
Find another reason to stay
Ashes in your hands
Mercy in your eyes
If you're searching for a silent sky...
You won't find it here
Look another way
You won't find it here
So die another day
The coldness of his words
The message in his silence
"Face the candle to the wind..."
This distance in my voice
Isn't leaving you a choice
So if you're looking for a time to run away...
You won't find it here
Look another way
You won't find it here
So try another day
They took pictures of our dreams
Ran to hide behind the stairs
And said maybe when it's right for you, they'll fall
But if they don't come down
Resist the need to pull them in
And throw them away
Better to save the mystery
Than surrender to the secret
You won't find it here
Look another way
You won't find it here
So try another day
| Thoughts Became Words At 11:51 PM |
shuangs todae went back gym with wenkai christopher and eugene. tried a lot of stuff. backsomer to back somer. backhandspring to back somer to front somer. one round of 90s! without ever reallt trying to learn it! woots. and i sort of perfected my one step wallflip. muahahah think i dare to do on concrete floor liaos. means its act lan times. hahahaa. damn fun la. tho got abrasion on elbow and weird ankle. after gymming went west mall to eat with kai and chris. nice to catch up with old close buddies.
| Thoughts Became Words At 11:08 PM |
sigh really feel like breaking. just watched the new gambler 2005 clip, and re-saw Vagabonds Rebirth and Obowang clip. seriously want to go studio @ NTU again to break. argggh. think shall go there or espl tmr. want to bowl too. but tmr cannot cos v. ex. and im spending too much these few daes. 65 bucks for a bag, and juz went starbucjs @ TM with tag and spent 11.70 bucks on a iced caffe mocha with hazelnut plus NY cheesecake. freak. lucky i nothing to buy already. shall not buy another shoe. shall save and maybe only spend money on CDs. saving rawks. speculative transactions. quite funny hahaha
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:37 PM |
"The Artist In The Ambulance"
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone
now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough
i'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
[Chorus:]
i hope that i will never let you down
i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right, i know that there's
a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it and
[Chorus]
rhetoric can't raise the dead
i'm sick of always talking when there's no change
rhetoric can't raise the dead
i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
[Chorus]
can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:58 PM |
i need money.
i need to buy new CDs.
i need to buy new books.
i need more time to read.
i need more time to study.
i need more time to break.
i need more time to sleep.
i need more motivation.
i need peace at home.
| Thoughts Became Words At 9:17 PM |
