there’s no pretense.

God bless Sistic.

Paramore is finally coming to Singapore.

7th March. I can’t wait.

The riot is finally going to reach our sunny island. This time with brand new eyes.

One year like any old other year, in a week like any week.
Monday lying down, half asleep.
People doing what people do, loving, working and getting through.
No portraits on the walls of Seventh Avenue.

Then Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead.
The letter that she left, cold addressed in red.
Tuesday came and went one, one December when,
Cold and dressed in red, how could I forget?

The thing about memories they’re sure and bound to fade.
Except for the stolen souls, left upon her blade.
Is Monday coming back? Well, that’s what Mondays do.
They turn and turn around, afraid to see it through.

Tuesday came and went one, one December when,
Will she come again?

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins.
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys.
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair.
Stole me a dog-eared map, and called for you everywhere.

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth.
Big pill looming.

Now I’m a fat house cat, nursing my sore blunt tongue.
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks.
Pissing on magazine photos.
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of Christ mountain stream.

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth.
Big pill stuck going down.

I absolutely love this song. It’s on repeat on my iTunes! (:

Speeches won’t be made today, clocks will carry on.
Flowers won’t be left in parks, work will still be done.
People won’t be dressed in black, babies will be born.
No flags will fly, the sun will rise,
But we know that you are gone.

You who love to love and believed we can never give enough.

It wakes me every single night, thinking through the day.
Did you stop at any time, have doubts at any stage.
Were you calm or were you numb, or happy just to get it done.
I’ve lived my life without regret, until today.

You who love to love and believed we can never give enough.

I didn’t get to say goodbye, the day before the day.
Was trying to get to work on time, that’s why I turned away.
And missed the most important thing, you’ve ever tried to say.
I’ve lived my life without regret, until today.

You who love to love and believed we can never give enough.
And you who hoped that underneath we all felt the same.
That was until the day before the day.
The day before the day…

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When this post is up my flight will be just taking off for Thailand. You’re flying off tomorrow, and I can’t even be there to send you off. Instead you sent me off today. The feeling just suck. Life has to go on. Trust me. Everything will be alright. (:

Snow Patrol has just released a new album! A Hundred Million Suns. I am so going to get it. I hope it’s in stores already. (:

Update! (18/11/08)

I’ve bought it! Gonna spam it on my ipod right this minute! (:

Do you mean all the things you are?
Are you pleased with the way things are?
Wear that dress to protect this scar,
That only I have seen.

Do you give just to please yourself?
Do you wish you were somewhere else?
Justified all the things you tried,
Said that it was all for me.

And be near,
Just for the moment.
Stay here,
Never go home.

Did you know that everything she ever does is for you?
So it goes, as the story of a broken heart comes true,
It comes true.

Have you learned all the secrets yet?
Will you burnt by the things I’ve said?
Took the dive just to feel alive,
But never heard the truth.

Now I’m in love but I don’t know how
I’m in pain cause I want it now
And as I sit watching her eyes close,
I slowly open mine.

And be near,
Just for the moment.
Stay here,
Never go home.

Did you know that everything she ever does is for you?
So it goes, as the story of a broken heart comes true, comes true.

I am so confused by this.
I know that life is hit or miss.
Days are stung by too much sun.
I think that you may be the one.

Cover yourself up in me,
Shrouded in what could have been.
I will listen to your pain,
If you listen to me.

Did you know that everything she ever does is for you?
So it goes, as the story of a broken heart comes true.
Did you know that everything she ever does is for you?
And I know, the story of a broken heart comes true,
Come true,
True.
It comes true,
True.

You’ve got the best of both worlds.
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again.
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy,
And based on your body language,
your shouted cursive I’ve been reading.
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless.
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is.

And what a beautiful mess this is.
It’s like picking up trash in dresses.

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives.
And don’t mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear.
Cause here we are, here we are.

Although you were biased I love your advice.
Your comebacks they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities.
There’s no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I’m paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging.

And what a beautiful mess this is.
It’s like picking up trash in dresses.

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades.
And kind and courteous this is a life I’ve heard,
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear.
Cause here we are, here we are.
Here we are, here we are, here we are, here we are. Here we are, here we are, here we are

We’re still here.

And what a beautiful mess this is.
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes.

And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth.
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure,
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together.
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today.

Oh the wait was so worth it.

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Happy birthday to me. I had a wonderful day. (:

What would I have become?
If You’d never stopped to pull me through.
What would this life have done?
If You’d never whispered liberty.
I heard You sing so sweetly
A song of love.

Jesus, how sweet the name,
The name that saves.
Jesus, how sweet the sound,
The sound of grace.

So many songs I’ve sung
But there’s none more beautiful than You.
And here I’ve found myself
So I’m happy to be lost in You
I hear You sing so sweetly,
A song called love

Jesus, how sweet the name,
The name that saves.
Jesus, how sweet the sound,
The sound of grace,
The sound of praise,
The sound that sings.

Every soul needs a Saviour
Oh my soul needs a Saviour