think. visualise. believe. confess.

I hope they’ll be at Wembley again this year, and I hope something like this happens again.

Hayley Williams is so gorgeous. (:

Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me

Like a shell upon the beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me, yeah you picked me

All I can say
Is you blow me away

Paramore – check
Rachael Yamagata – check
Coldplay -
Sara Bareilles -
The Ting Tings -

I feel that I’m not doing Paramore justice to just put how much the concert rocked in words.

IT WAS SIMPLY AWESOME.

Awesome is an under-under-understatement.

Paramore.
UK.
Ryan.
SET.
(:

Somehow everything’s gonna fall right into place
If I only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday
If only time flew like a dove
Well God, make it fly faster than I’m falling in love

This time I’m not giving up
Let’s make it last forever
Screaming, “hallelujah”
I’ll make it last forever

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! (: