Thursday, March 10, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Linkin Park - Crawling
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear
Is never ending, controlling
I can't seem to find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's)
(Just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before so insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled
Itself upon me distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's)
(Just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before so insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real
There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming
(Confusing what is real)
This lack of self control I fear
Is never ending, controlling
(Confusing what is real)
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear
Is never ending, controlling
I can't seem to find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's)
(Just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before so insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled
Itself upon me distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's)
(Just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before so insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real
There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming
(Confusing what is real)
This lack of self control I fear
Is never ending, controlling
(Confusing what is real)
Monday, November 22, 2010
I want a Parka....
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Innocence Age
This remarkable clip by our Yasmin Ahmad,whom will always be remembered.
This clip is just simply touching and meaningful and reminds us that sometimes, simple and innocent is the precious thing that we cannot trade and get once we lost.So when we grow older,what does we gain?Opening more Pandora's boxes?Think about it.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Unknown,Uncertainty,Unpleasant,Undeniable....
May,June which follow by July thats the lifespan of my freaking industrial training;quote from Grey's series 'Intern is the lowest in the freaking food chain" some prefer to stay out of trouble if they have no freedom they will rust their brain,blurred their vision so they can pass a day like a zombie sitting and do nothing or contrary with freedom perhaps doing their own things and having own sweet time.
For cases that is totally opposite will be either you work like dog or being dragged like a dog and your only answer is always Obey.
Nothing is hardship or torture more than mental emptiness and lack of someone that can communicate with you at the same level of mentality.
Wondering, ponder what I have achieve past this few years and possible future except a lousy result with a degree that probably without recognition is kind of pathetic and yet this is the reality. Honestly, it hurts and annoying to think about.
Thinking of wrapping my rottenness with another degree or master with extra skills but seem kind of unpractical now....
Emptiness filling inside out when thinking through I have nothing throughout my whole life and with some depressing thinking that the emptiness will follow me till eternity.
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