deadmetanoia

always when i get too hurt or angry, i always post lyrics to sum up wat i feel. i feel too fucked up. nothing i say makes sense. nothing i think or feel makes sense.

i'll sing you songs to show you what's deep inside. here's my next song...


Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs, they start to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck
I can't believe it's come to this
And dear, I fear
That this ship is sinking tonight

I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
And I'll save you from yourself
And I'll save you from yourself

Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs begin to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck

I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear, dear I fear
I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear
This ship is sinking
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure on your lips
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure

Close your eyes
There's nothing we can do
But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves
You're trapped in your past
Like it's six feet under

I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself

Try to numb the pain
With alcohol and pills
But it won't repair your trust
You can't stand on two fucking feet
With a substance as a crutch

I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy

I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy

Tied to the testing of wills
Where my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky
In your arms I'm defined

We're thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies
In the minds of your enemies
And I'm a stone in the eyes
Of your foolishness

Well if this is what I'm meant for
I'm No longer interesting
Fall forward just to even the score
Just a point to you

Tied to the testing of wills
When my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky
In your arms I'm defined

We're thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies
In the minds of your enemies
And I'm a stone in the eyes
Of your foolishness

And I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book

In your book
In your book

Well if this is what I'm meant for
I'm No longer interesting
Fall forward just to even the score
Just a point to you

Just A point To You
Just A point To You

Yet I'm nothing more
Yet I'm nothing more
Than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more
Than a line in your book

me and sean were talking about it and we have formulated a theory.

that on the attention scale (a 10 point scale to measure the amount of attention and tender-loving care that an individual would need in general), sean measures a 4 and i measure a 7.

i wish i could be more of a girl and not be like this but i cant help it.

someone shoot me, with a 9mm calibre handgun right between the eyes... please...

and COM207 is getting to me... im even talking like evrett-fucking-rogers.

My dear,
Take what you want from me
I'll give you anything
Just don't leave me on my own
Desperate and destitute
A shadow of the former self I knew.

Take what you want from me
I'll give you anything
It's so pathetic
I make myself sick
I can't get over you
I can't get over any of this.

My dear,
Is this really happening?
Do these tears mean anything?
How could you leave me on my own?
Desperate and destitute
These seconds feel like lifetimes without you.

Take what you want from me
I'll give you anything
It's so pathetic - I make myself sick
I can't get over you
I can't get over any of...

if i knew to the chords to this song i'd sing it to you...

let me invite you to our school's paintball event coming this december... haha

and OCTs please come for our very own paintball event...

omg exams not even done yet... and alredy thinking of post-exam activities... haha!

i deserve nothing, and still you manage to see to it that i get less...

i chanced across this video. a rather disturbing video for an even more disturbing song.

fuck it la... im just gonna study my ass off... if my gpa drops its meant to be... scared so much also for fuck. bring it on detenber...

and another thing... totally unrelated to the above. i am really pissed. its like promises to me are a game to you... what do you take me for? i dont need this...

went to go to the apple store to check on my ipod. the very arrogant and unfriendly counter girl told me that my harddrive crashed and theres nothing she could do. so i just stare at her for a fraction of a sec and thought to myself.... "OH FUCK ME". i am damn sad now. my ipod was like my second girlfriend (yes us muslims can have four... islam is beautiful). i feel damn lost without it. shuttle bus rides and train rides back east will never be the same ever again. i dont really know what im gonna do for a music player but i guess ill try to save up for a new ipod or something equivalent. i have owned 4 ipods and spoilt three... sufiyan, youre such a fuck....

and 207 is a brain-drain i swear. i have no idea what or how to study and im trying to cram all i can in my very small head. i think im stupid... i feel so fucked and i dont know what i can do about it.

but at least my assignments are all done and i can concentrate on studying...

and cant wait to start practicing for unPLUGGED. it'll be fun. i hope im up to it. never really thought i was any good.. but my friends and schoolmates are nice enough to entertain my shiok-sendiri-ness (own self shiok feeling). i think im not very god tau... just people dont tell me... they just let me do wahtever the fuck i want... my friends are so nice... and my girlfriend is biased...

ok im in a fuck-the-world kinda mood and im talking nonsense. stopping.... now...

peaceout. live long and fuck hard friends....

this....




totally made my day yesterday. im still sooper happy about it. YAY!

haha

NEW MUSIC!!!

ok i was randomly surfing and i found this band from the UK. some of the best tracks ive heard in a long time. if somehow gay sex could get you pregnant and The Devil Wears Prada, Enter Shikari and Bring Me The Horizon had some fun through the backdoor, the resulting bastard child would be Asking Alexandria.

i loved every single track from their album. but the songs to try out if you want some post-hardcore and screamo running through your veins is Hey There Mr Brooks... this one features Shawn Milke from Alesana! yes... A-LEE-fucking-SAH-NAH!

ok la ive fallen for this band hard and fast. but my taste is not exactly mass media material so love them or loathe them... its your choice.

here's a video for you guys to watch till you orgasm.

nothing clears my head like a good session of muay thai. just something therapeutic about all that kicking and punching. and now i just found out theres a punching bag in SRC. DASSIT! stress oni go for a sesh. haha shiok

one day... maybe... my body will be like this... hahahaha

fa's birthday is tomorrow. =S and i havent even finished making her present yet. die la.... dinner reservations also not done yet.... wah sufiyan, best boyfriend ever...

by all accounts, this week has been the most fucked up week ive had in months.

everything is going wrong. fuck this shit.

i just received a major fuckage today. i failed the 207 midterms.

oh fuck my asshole now...

school is starting tmr..

oh fuck me...