I need to believe again,that's why I'll keep waiting for the one.
Hey hey hey, hey
The way that girl can break a heart
It's like a work of art
And this is the worst part
She knows it
And she's so confident
That she's what everybody wants
But nobody wants
Her to know that
So fall back on all of your premonitions
And just learn to listen
To those that have more wisdom than you
And just stop putting so much stock
In all of this stuff
Live your life for those you love
And I'm still waiting for
You to be the one I'm waiting for
The way that girl can turn a head
Well, she is such a threat
But don't ever forget
She knows it
And she's got it all
All figured out
And she won't let you doubt
She knows it
I'm still waiting for
You to be the one I'm waiting for
I'm still waiting for
You to be the one I'm waiting for
So fall back on all of your premonitions
And just learn to listen
To those that have more wisdom than you
And just stop putting so much stock
In all of this stuff
Live your life for those you love
I'm still waiting for
You to be the one I'm waiting for
I'm still waiting for
You to be the one I'm waiting for
I'm still waiting for
(Something tells me that this is going to make sense
Something tells me it's going to take patience)
I'm still waiting for
(Something tells me that this will all work out in the end)
You to be the one I'm waiting for
The One I'm Waiting For by Relient K.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Warning Sign...
A warning sign
I missed the good part, then I realised
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so
A warning sign
It came back to haunt me, and I realised
That you were an island and I passed you by
And you were an island to discover
Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so
And I'm tired, I should not have let you go
Oh
So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms
And I crawl back into your open arms
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms
Warning Sign by Coldplay.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Dirty Second Hands...
I think I'm pretty lucky to be born in the 20th century,after the struggles of the world wars and on the verge of the second millennium.Because if I were born any earlier,much earlier in fact when human first walked on earth,I probably wouldn't last very long.You see,I'm picky when it comes to food,so much so that I'm almost a spoilt brat.Ok,maybe not.I can't stand seafood with the exception of Fish and Chips.I don't like the taste of anything seafood.I can't explain why either because I was born to a family who loves seafood.
Maybe it's the way the cooked carcass keeps staring at me when they're served on the plates.The fish's eyes looks pretty scary to me and the crabs still look like it can clamp on my fingers anytime and cut them off.Prawns look weird and shrimps,well they look innocent but that's just what they want to make you think.All those oysters and shell like creatures look like slugs and snails and that's quite disgusting.I heard those slimy snails are a delicacy in France cuisine though,thank goodness I'm not French or else,I would be stoned to death and bring shame to my family name.
Maybe it's the countless trips to the Underwater World when I was much younger and easily fascinated by the wonders of watching those beautiful creatures so clearly from the comfort of the air conditioner and travellator.I think marine life is amazing,I've always wondered what's it like to live underwater for a change.Anyways,I love seeing those creatures swimming around with no clear direction and I couldn't bear to see one of them being killed,cooked and eaten by us.I've seen videos of how fishermen killed sharks and whales and how those poor animals fight for their survival.Discovery channel shouldn't be showing this kind of shows seriously,it's quite disturbing.My justification for eating Fish and Chips then,well it doesn't really look much like a fish anymore unlike other meals where the whole body of the sea creature is included for whatever reason I don't want to know.
Most importantly,I think it's quite a hassle eating seafood.You've to make sure there's no bones in the fish,you don't want them stuck to your throat.For crustaceans, you have to break off their shells and eat their insides.And those slimy creatures,well,the thought of them sliding down my throat is enough for me to rather starve to death.So I guess I'm missing on a lot of delicacy especially the famous Chili Crab which Malaysia is fighting for along but let's save that for another post.
Or perhaps the most unrealistic theory is that I was a sea creature in my previous lives.If I were one,I hope I was a ferocious shark.Maybe not,I don't mind being just a starfish or a forgettable plankton because I play an important part in the whole food chain.
I guess that kind of shows that I've been watching too much Spongebob although he's technically not a sea creature unless you're referring to a sea sponge.
So I'm thinking that option 3 is the most likely option.I'm the lazy type of person who doesn't like to dirty my fingers when I'm eating.Besides,I'm perhaps the slowest eater in the world so I don't need extra trouble or procedures for me to eat my food because ultimately,they go out the same way and they all look the same.Eww.
Your argument will be that,hey chicken have bones too,so why do you still eat them?The thing is,I love chicken because that's the few animals I dare to consume and I must say it taste real good.Plus there's no fishy taste.As far as possible I prefer those boneless ones and no matter how good your chicken wing taste,I don't normally grab it.I don't like to see what's underneath the flesh even in the case of chicken,all those nerves or whatever those black things(I'm guessing it's blood) are when you eat them.That's why you don't see me ordering a two piece chicken in McDonald's,KFC or Popeye.Yet I still finish my food last.
For further proof,I used to love eating sausages when I was much younger.It was to me,a glimpse of food paradise and yes,I know it's processed and processed food is unhealthy/cancerous/whatever.I go for chicken strips when I'm eating at Popeye's instead.Up until now,my dad still thinks I haven't gotten over my love for hotdogs and expects me to order all kinds of weird Bratwurst when we're having German.Normally,I go for their meat loaf or cordon bleu depending on the menu.
If I were born in the era of caveman,I would probably have been a lazy and bad hunter though I think my spear throwing accuracy will be quite decent.If I were born in the era just before the war,I would probably have fought the war surviving on nothing but water and war rations.I can't quite figure out how and what soldiers eat when they're invading countries.Those important yet never before seen clips of war films or movies,you will only see soldiers drinking from their canteen,drinking a beer or smoking.Not a sandwich in sight.Never.But if I were to take a guess,they probably survive on few cans of Spam each in their backpack.
As long as I don't accidentally see how chickens are killed or how those processed food are made or made of,I think I'll survive and enjoy living the rest of my life.Because if I don't,I'll turn into a vegan and it's proven that a vegan's lifestyle cost a lot more,just compare the prices of salads to real food.But of course now,we're going into the topic of artificially grown plants and if I go there,I'll probably be eating dirt,sand and stone for the rest of my life and I don't think I'm cut out for that.If I do,I won't be looking forward to each bowel sessions.Eww.
See why I hate to get my two hands dirty?
Please don't be so naive
You know you're not fooling anyone
You're not as tough as you think
The dirty second hands, the dirty second hands
Can't get nothing for free
It becomes so predictable
You start fighting to breathe
The dirty second hands, the dirty second hands
Here's the face of everything that breaks you down
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
With an army of me
We invent our own enemies
Man verses machine
And the dirty second hands, the dirty second hands
In the land of the free
And in the home of the remedy
The old clock is a thief
With dirty second hands, with dirty second hands
Here's the face of everything that breaks you down
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
Are you really as tough as you think
You blink and you're over the brink
You bleed but you're blood runs pink
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands
You're not quite as tough as you thought
You bought the American rot
The very seed that you thought you shot
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands
You might be right, the fight might be right
Inside you the blind leading the lied to, tonight
Maybe you bind you with dirty second hands
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
Remind you of dirty second hands
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
Remind you of dirty second hands
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
Dirty Second Hands by Switchfoot.
Maybe it's the way the cooked carcass keeps staring at me when they're served on the plates.The fish's eyes looks pretty scary to me and the crabs still look like it can clamp on my fingers anytime and cut them off.Prawns look weird and shrimps,well they look innocent but that's just what they want to make you think.All those oysters and shell like creatures look like slugs and snails and that's quite disgusting.I heard those slimy snails are a delicacy in France cuisine though,thank goodness I'm not French or else,I would be stoned to death and bring shame to my family name.
Maybe it's the countless trips to the Underwater World when I was much younger and easily fascinated by the wonders of watching those beautiful creatures so clearly from the comfort of the air conditioner and travellator.I think marine life is amazing,I've always wondered what's it like to live underwater for a change.Anyways,I love seeing those creatures swimming around with no clear direction and I couldn't bear to see one of them being killed,cooked and eaten by us.I've seen videos of how fishermen killed sharks and whales and how those poor animals fight for their survival.Discovery channel shouldn't be showing this kind of shows seriously,it's quite disturbing.My justification for eating Fish and Chips then,well it doesn't really look much like a fish anymore unlike other meals where the whole body of the sea creature is included for whatever reason I don't want to know.
Most importantly,I think it's quite a hassle eating seafood.You've to make sure there's no bones in the fish,you don't want them stuck to your throat.For crustaceans, you have to break off their shells and eat their insides.And those slimy creatures,well,the thought of them sliding down my throat is enough for me to rather starve to death.So I guess I'm missing on a lot of delicacy especially the famous Chili Crab which Malaysia is fighting for along but let's save that for another post.
Or perhaps the most unrealistic theory is that I was a sea creature in my previous lives.If I were one,I hope I was a ferocious shark.Maybe not,I don't mind being just a starfish or a forgettable plankton because I play an important part in the whole food chain.
I guess that kind of shows that I've been watching too much Spongebob although he's technically not a sea creature unless you're referring to a sea sponge.
So I'm thinking that option 3 is the most likely option.I'm the lazy type of person who doesn't like to dirty my fingers when I'm eating.Besides,I'm perhaps the slowest eater in the world so I don't need extra trouble or procedures for me to eat my food because ultimately,they go out the same way and they all look the same.Eww.
Your argument will be that,hey chicken have bones too,so why do you still eat them?The thing is,I love chicken because that's the few animals I dare to consume and I must say it taste real good.Plus there's no fishy taste.As far as possible I prefer those boneless ones and no matter how good your chicken wing taste,I don't normally grab it.I don't like to see what's underneath the flesh even in the case of chicken,all those nerves or whatever those black things(I'm guessing it's blood) are when you eat them.That's why you don't see me ordering a two piece chicken in McDonald's,KFC or Popeye.Yet I still finish my food last.
For further proof,I used to love eating sausages when I was much younger.It was to me,a glimpse of food paradise and yes,I know it's processed and processed food is unhealthy/cancerous/whatever.I go for chicken strips when I'm eating at Popeye's instead.Up until now,my dad still thinks I haven't gotten over my love for hotdogs and expects me to order all kinds of weird Bratwurst when we're having German.Normally,I go for their meat loaf or cordon bleu depending on the menu.
If I were born in the era of caveman,I would probably have been a lazy and bad hunter though I think my spear throwing accuracy will be quite decent.If I were born in the era just before the war,I would probably have fought the war surviving on nothing but water and war rations.I can't quite figure out how and what soldiers eat when they're invading countries.Those important yet never before seen clips of war films or movies,you will only see soldiers drinking from their canteen,drinking a beer or smoking.Not a sandwich in sight.Never.But if I were to take a guess,they probably survive on few cans of Spam each in their backpack.
As long as I don't accidentally see how chickens are killed or how those processed food are made or made of,I think I'll survive and enjoy living the rest of my life.Because if I don't,I'll turn into a vegan and it's proven that a vegan's lifestyle cost a lot more,just compare the prices of salads to real food.But of course now,we're going into the topic of artificially grown plants and if I go there,I'll probably be eating dirt,sand and stone for the rest of my life and I don't think I'm cut out for that.If I do,I won't be looking forward to each bowel sessions.Eww.
See why I hate to get my two hands dirty?
Please don't be so naive
You know you're not fooling anyone
You're not as tough as you think
The dirty second hands, the dirty second hands
Can't get nothing for free
It becomes so predictable
You start fighting to breathe
The dirty second hands, the dirty second hands
Here's the face of everything that breaks you down
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
With an army of me
We invent our own enemies
Man verses machine
And the dirty second hands, the dirty second hands
In the land of the free
And in the home of the remedy
The old clock is a thief
With dirty second hands, with dirty second hands
Here's the face of everything that breaks you down
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
Are you really as tough as you think
You blink and you're over the brink
You bleed but you're blood runs pink
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands
You're not quite as tough as you thought
You bought the American rot
The very seed that you thought you shot
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands
You might be right, the fight might be right
Inside you the blind leading the lied to, tonight
Maybe you bind you with dirty second hands
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
Remind you of dirty second hands
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
Remind you of dirty second hands
Now you face the face of everything that breaks you down
Dirty Second Hands by Switchfoot.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Cash Cash...
Money makes the world go round doesn't it?Sure money doesn't equate to happiness but it can sure make you pretty darn happy.Recently I met someone my age who is probably valued a billion times more than me,he's living in a one room apartment which looks absolutely gorgeous.Modern,classy,chic and well,expensive.It's small but it's more than enough for one person and the interior is just amazing.But of course,you have to maintain the place and do your own dirty dishes.Still,it's a small price to pay,with pun intended.
Which makes me wonder,what would it feel like if I do lead that kind of life.I'm already living it now partly because my mom's back in Indonesia and I get to be home alone whenever my brother's serving his army duties.Pretty soon,he'll be heading overseas to further his studies and pretty much living on his own and taking care of himself in an entirely new environment.And I have to spend close to the next decade here getting my diploma,marching like all soldiers do and serving my 3 years bond working and getting a feel for the real world.After which,I've no plans for because I wouldn't know if the world will still exist then.
Anyways,back to the topic at hand,living on my own.It's been well,interesting.It's always great when you've got people around you sharing the entertainment but this time,all my closest friends are busy with their national exams and/or their own lives which I don't like to interfere with.So if that's the kind of life that I'll be leading,then it's really quite a sad one.I love being alone and spending time with myself but it can get awfully lonely even for me if what I'm doing everyday is a boring cycle of events.I spent more time deciding where and what to eat than doing anything productive.As far as productivity goes,the most productive thing I've done ever since the holidays started was installing my trusty old Football Manager 08/09 in my laptop.I know it's really outdated but hey,it still manages to keep me pretty occupied and my heart racing every time my team scores a goal.It reminds me of my good old days when that's all I did.
Then,when I feel like it,I turn on the desktop and play a more graphic intensive Sims 3.In the game,my character passed on.But I left behind a beautiful wife who has retired and a son who is married with twin girls.My house is pretty small but it's enough and I'm happy.My family is valued over a hundred fifty thousand simoleons at least and judging from my bank account(the cash in hand) I can afford a new house(I haven't moved ever since my first character lived his bachelorhood,I've expanded it though) with all the fancy toys and gadgets.My family too owns a couple of properties but I haven't been spending them.
So this leads me back to the whole issue of money.It sure makes the world go round and I could use a couple more zeroes in my bank account to spend on something that can make me happy,or at least happier.However,I don't think money will keep me satisfied.Ultimately,it's the friends and families that can keep me satisfied.I'm only human,I can't help but feel a little jealous when someone's got a wad sticking out from his already thick wallet but hey,I'm satisfied with how I am living my life.And I've got Sims to back me up here,besides the only luxury life I can probably afford right now is whatever I can get my hands on in the game itself.If I ever need to experience the good bachelor life,I can trial it in the game first.Results may vary in reality.Ironic isn't it that I'm going off now to catch Donald Trump's The Apprentice on channel 5.
There's a girl inside tonight
Cause she's got nowhere to go
And her loves are running wild
Oh, her loves are running wild
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's a girl inside tonight
Cause she's got nowhere to go
And her loves are running wild
Oh her loves are running wild
And there's a voice inside her head
But it's told just what to say
(Told just what to say)
Never loved you anyway
He's just a snake and you're the prey
He's got cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll rip your heart out in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
Cash cash cash he's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll leave you hanging in a flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's a girl inside tonight
Cause she's got nowhere to go
And the rain keeps pouring down
Oh, the rain keeps pouring down
And it hurts to watch her stay
She could be loved but need a day
He's got cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll rip your heart out in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
Cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll leave you hanging in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
Oh no, you're not for sale
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Today is a hard day
But what you really need
And that's made of sweet highs
And days made of hours for you
Oh, cause that's what I do yeah
And you will never need his
No, you will never need his
Cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll rip your heart out in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
(Oh no, you're not for sale)
Cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
(Straight out the trash)
He'll leave you hanging in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
(Oh no, you're not for sale)
Oh no, you're not for sale
(Oh no, you're not for sale)
Oh no, you're not for sale
(Oh no, you're not for sale)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cash Cash by Cash Cash.
Which makes me wonder,what would it feel like if I do lead that kind of life.I'm already living it now partly because my mom's back in Indonesia and I get to be home alone whenever my brother's serving his army duties.Pretty soon,he'll be heading overseas to further his studies and pretty much living on his own and taking care of himself in an entirely new environment.And I have to spend close to the next decade here getting my diploma,marching like all soldiers do and serving my 3 years bond working and getting a feel for the real world.After which,I've no plans for because I wouldn't know if the world will still exist then.
Anyways,back to the topic at hand,living on my own.It's been well,interesting.It's always great when you've got people around you sharing the entertainment but this time,all my closest friends are busy with their national exams and/or their own lives which I don't like to interfere with.So if that's the kind of life that I'll be leading,then it's really quite a sad one.I love being alone and spending time with myself but it can get awfully lonely even for me if what I'm doing everyday is a boring cycle of events.I spent more time deciding where and what to eat than doing anything productive.As far as productivity goes,the most productive thing I've done ever since the holidays started was installing my trusty old Football Manager 08/09 in my laptop.I know it's really outdated but hey,it still manages to keep me pretty occupied and my heart racing every time my team scores a goal.It reminds me of my good old days when that's all I did.
Then,when I feel like it,I turn on the desktop and play a more graphic intensive Sims 3.In the game,my character passed on.But I left behind a beautiful wife who has retired and a son who is married with twin girls.My house is pretty small but it's enough and I'm happy.My family is valued over a hundred fifty thousand simoleons at least and judging from my bank account(the cash in hand) I can afford a new house(I haven't moved ever since my first character lived his bachelorhood,I've expanded it though) with all the fancy toys and gadgets.My family too owns a couple of properties but I haven't been spending them.
So this leads me back to the whole issue of money.It sure makes the world go round and I could use a couple more zeroes in my bank account to spend on something that can make me happy,or at least happier.However,I don't think money will keep me satisfied.Ultimately,it's the friends and families that can keep me satisfied.I'm only human,I can't help but feel a little jealous when someone's got a wad sticking out from his already thick wallet but hey,I'm satisfied with how I am living my life.And I've got Sims to back me up here,besides the only luxury life I can probably afford right now is whatever I can get my hands on in the game itself.If I ever need to experience the good bachelor life,I can trial it in the game first.Results may vary in reality.Ironic isn't it that I'm going off now to catch Donald Trump's The Apprentice on channel 5.
There's a girl inside tonight
Cause she's got nowhere to go
And her loves are running wild
Oh, her loves are running wild
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's a girl inside tonight
Cause she's got nowhere to go
And her loves are running wild
Oh her loves are running wild
And there's a voice inside her head
But it's told just what to say
(Told just what to say)
Never loved you anyway
He's just a snake and you're the prey
He's got cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll rip your heart out in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
Cash cash cash he's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll leave you hanging in a flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's a girl inside tonight
Cause she's got nowhere to go
And the rain keeps pouring down
Oh, the rain keeps pouring down
And it hurts to watch her stay
She could be loved but need a day
He's got cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll rip your heart out in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
Cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll leave you hanging in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
Oh no, you're not for sale
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Today is a hard day
But what you really need
And that's made of sweet highs
And days made of hours for you
Oh, cause that's what I do yeah
And you will never need his
No, you will never need his
Cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
He'll rip your heart out in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
(Oh no, you're not for sale)
Cash cash cash
He's made of money but
He's straight out the trash trash
(Straight out the trash)
He'll leave you hanging in a flash flash flash
Oh no, you're not for sale
(Oh no, you're not for sale)
Oh no, you're not for sale
(Oh no, you're not for sale)
Oh no, you're not for sale
(Oh no, you're not for sale)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cash Cash by Cash Cash.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Let Your Spirit Soar...
Will you soar with me?
3 am, a boy sits outside his house
Lonely with his guitar
But then he plays a melody that's so familiar
It reminds him of who we are
So hold fast to all of your hopes
And chase your dreams with all the things that you know
Live each day like it could be your last
Cause this world can be a cruel place
The more you give it seems the more you lose face
So hold on tight and things will be just fine
Woah woah oh
To the people that can hear us
Here's a message that's unwinding
Don't break hearts and try to shake hands
Cause we're living in a time of living's last chance
Let your spirit soar
Don't break hearts and try to shake hands
Cause we're living in a time of living's last chance
Let your spirit soar
Oh yeah
Go
Now it's half past 3
And I can see the task that has been placed before me
Don't live your life with regret
Because there will be things that you will miss
To the people that can hear us
Here's a message that's unwinding
Don't break hearts and try to shake hands
Cause we're living in a time of living's last chance
Let your spirit soar
Don't break hearts and try to shake hands
Cause we're living in a time of living's last chance
Let your spirit soar
If you don't believe me
I'll just keep my mouth shut
Yeah, right
Woah oh
4 AM, the boy can't fall asleep
Beause his actions always haunts him in his dreams
So heed his warning and don't break hearts
Don't break hearts
Don't break hearts and try to shake hands
Because we're living in a time of living's last chance
Let your spirit soar
Woah oh
Let Your Spirit Soar by The Morning Of.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Story Of A Boy...
This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story.
The one thing I love most about the movie is how real it is and how surreal it feels to almost see yourself in the shoes of Tom Hansen.To be honest,I was half-expecting another fairytale ending before watching it and I'm glad that I was proven wrong.The ending gives me a sense of hope which is always nice after watching quite a heartbreaking piece and watching your life on replay,in a bigger screen than your mind's.And yes,this is the story of a boy who fell in love...
I was in love at least I thought I was
I had that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach
Where my fingers started tingling every time we kissed
But the problem wasn't kissing
It was that it happened much too often
Neither of us could grow, no
The best was a painful part
And this broke my heart
But the pain had to heal
And I had to get back up
Cause if she was for real
I know she's worth the fuss
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of a boy who grows up
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
And the man he becomes
Which led me to a life of loving every lovable
Outwardly affection was the only connection
I could make with those I used
But I got to take this heart
And make the change for the better
By letting go of her, I'm moving on
Darling look out below
Cause there's a lot to let go
But the pain had to heal
And I had to get back up
Cause if she was for real
I know she's worth the fuss
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of a boy who grows up
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of a boy who grows up
She tells me I'm her only one
And loves the man that I've become
Despite the boy I was
And all at once this tip-toed love
Is bigger than the both of us
And greater than life's greatest rush
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of a boy who grows up
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
And the man he becomes
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of the man he becomes
Story Of A Boy by Between The Trees.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Miss You...
I hate it when you became my subconscious benchmark.I hate it when everyone after you have to give me as much,if not more butterflies.I hate it when I see the flaws of everyone first because I remembered you to be flawless.I hate it when you lingered around and flirt with my mind.I hate it when I constantly get reminded of you.I hate it when something triggers my thoughts to you.I hate it when I don't understand you.I hate it when you don't understand me.I hate it when I see you around with the company of others and yet there's always no time for me.I hate it when we lead separate lives.I hate it when you're happy.I hate it when you pretend that nothing happened.I hate it when our conversations became awkward silence.I hate it when you let go and didn't want to give it another try.I hate it when I miss you.
But I hate it when I don't play your song when I'm playing the guitar.I hate it when you don't appear in my mind.I hate it when I don't see you around.I hate it when you're always right.I hate it when you're the constant reminder that there's someone better.I hate it when I don't get reminded of you.I hate it when I don't hear you name.I hate it when I don't hear your voice.I hate it when I don't see your smile.I hate it when you're down.I hate it when our conversations didn't get awkward.I hate it when you're feeling lonely.I hate it when I can't seem to move on and.I hate it when I don't miss you.
I miss you more than you even know
More than you probably care
More than I ever show to you my dear
At least in words alone
And how does it make you feel
To hear me say that I miss you?
How does it make you feel
To hear me say
That I wanna stand next to you for a while
I wanna hear you say
I miss you more than you even know
More than I seem to share
Where would I go?
If ever you weren't there
And how does it make you feel
To hear me say that I miss you?
And how does it make you feel
To hear me say
That I, I wanna stand next to you for a while
I, I wanna hear you say, yeah
Oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand next to you
Next to you
Oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand next to you, yeah
And I, I wanna stand next to you for a while
I I wanna hear you say
Miss You by Between The Trees.
But I hate it when I don't play your song when I'm playing the guitar.I hate it when you don't appear in my mind.I hate it when I don't see you around.I hate it when you're always right.I hate it when you're the constant reminder that there's someone better.I hate it when I don't get reminded of you.I hate it when I don't hear you name.I hate it when I don't hear your voice.I hate it when I don't see your smile.I hate it when you're down.I hate it when our conversations didn't get awkward.I hate it when you're feeling lonely.I hate it when I can't seem to move on and.I hate it when I don't miss you.
I miss you more than you even know
More than you probably care
More than I ever show to you my dear
At least in words alone
And how does it make you feel
To hear me say that I miss you?
How does it make you feel
To hear me say
That I wanna stand next to you for a while
I wanna hear you say
I miss you more than you even know
More than I seem to share
Where would I go?
If ever you weren't there
And how does it make you feel
To hear me say that I miss you?
And how does it make you feel
To hear me say
That I, I wanna stand next to you for a while
I, I wanna hear you say, yeah
Oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand next to you
Next to you
Oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand oh (oh) oh oh oh
I wanna stand next to you, yeah
And I, I wanna stand next to you for a while
I I wanna hear you say
Miss You by Between The Trees.
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