drugged arr and written by mark
Verse 1
I'm sick and tired
I'm becoming senseless
I'm paralysed
This love game has made me
Distracted from my own very life
Pre-chorus
I cant help but quit this game of love
It has brought me too much pain
Its time I fix mi life again
Before I fall even further
Chorus
No I am not a quitter
But I'm too much of a loser
Too much losses aint good for health
And so I quit this game of love
I'm a loser I'm drugged
Verse2
I've given in mi best
I've given in all I think I had
But I still keep losing
I don't think I'm fit to play this game
Pre-chorus
If onli I never played this game
I wont have given up on me
I guess I am worth nobody's love
And now I am crying to sleep again
Chorus
Bridge
I think I'm drugged
I think I'm blinded
Pain inflicted
Self mutilated
Passionly blinded
Down with the sickness
Wats passed is passed
I'm movin on...
chorus
hi peeps sup all ya....hahaz... soriez haven been updating mi blog for ages... maybe i just didnt have the mood....
peeps.. ain't it just tragic when life beats the life out of u.... its an irony ain't it? hahaz... maybe thats just for me
was there ever a time when ya thought everything was going fine then one fine dae it just turns against u...
when the whole world falls on u.. wat ya do?
i am a normal person..... i cant take heavy blows.. and right now.. i'm just stuck in this hole which i cant get out of...
life... i'm played in circles.. its funnny its tragic.. wateva...
guys tell mi... help mi find dat way... cause i cant find it myself
titled: My Final Note arr mark
I'm sick of this life oh my friend
it looks like it has come to its end
i'm sick of the sorrows the pain that will follow
its true i'm lost and confused
The theory of life is all flawed and deceiving
the pain this life brings is just not worth the living
i cry to mi sleep, and mi heart keeps on bleeding
the dove's heart stops beating. it lost all its feelings
and all that we hear are the lies
all that we say are the lies
we lost all the meaning we lost life's main purpose
in this case we might as well die
chorus:
(they say) life' end of the road is to die
the journey is the purpose of life
(they say) live life to the fullest do all that u like
(but) are we allowed to do that in life?
society maps out our lives!
the journey of life is a bore
its tiring, i'm sick of it all
how can i live life to the fullest when there is
so much restriction, i'm bound for condemnation
i'm sick of this life my friend
i guess i've just lost and i'm damned
since the journey is hopeless
there's no point in living
dying much sooner is a form of relieving
escaping frm reality
but this escape is forever my friend
chorus
bridge
i'm looking at the world frm a bird's eye view
everyone's looking so small and so cute
i wanna be superman i'll take this dive and i'm free
one of my all time faves gotta check one out pple!
so inspirational...so moving.. easy to relate... gotta be one of the bast songs ard.. honest and direct.. peace out!
The chronicles of life and death arr Good Charlotte
You come in cold, you're covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom
She sets you free into this life
And where do you go
With no destination, no map to guide you
Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter; we all end up the same
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem
You come in this world, and you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of your life
And money talks, in this world that's what idiots will say
But you'll find out, that this world is just an idiots parade
Before you go, you've got some questions, and you want answers
But now you're old, cold covered in blood
Right back to where you started from
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem
You come in this world, and you go out just the same
Today could be the worst day of your life
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem
You come in this world, and you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of,
Today could be the worst day of,
Today could be the last day of your life.
It's your life
Your life
sometimes in life we just attack blindly we work so hard for 60 yrs and realize when we wanna enjoy what we sowed we're gonna die.. seriously people... have we lost it all? do we still understand the fundamental basis of the meaning of life...why we live life? seriously does it belong to us? we live our lives on people's expectations be it parents to society to teachers that we sold ourselves out... why cant we live life the way we want do... pursue dreams that we have? but yet again.. can we dream? are we allowed to? its our life? is it?
check out this speech by steve jobs the CEO of Apple... just tells us the chronicles of life and death enjoy...
'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says
This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky---I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me – I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
hahaz.. another song that i wrote... plz gimme feed back k? hahaz.. how ya guys out there.. miss ya all and see ya all soon.. peace' out!
Please come back(i know u know) words and arr. by Mark
verse 1
I dream of you
wished you're back here with me
i wished you understand
i need you so badly
i know i dun deserve
your love and symphathy
but i need you desperately
gal plz come back to me( i hope you know)
chorus
You are my motivation
the strength that pushes me on
the fire dat burns till dawn
u keep my life lighted in the darkness
verse 2
I see your face
brings tears to me
brings back those memories
that we spent together happily
i miss those laughters ringing
those kisses that were everlasting
that bond thats unbreakable
oh gal lets just revive that!
chorus
bridge
i dun wanna spend another moment
in darkness thats life without u
gal plz give us one more chance
i swear till death shall do us part!
chorus x2
Haiz... just feeling kind of down... sick and tired so i decided to pen a song... check it out.. and gimme yur comments k? thanks peeps miss ya all and see ya soon...
Alone
Chorus:
And I feel so alone
I don't know where to go
So insecure
I'm falling now,
Falling to pieces
Does anybody care
The weight on my shoulders
Falls on me
Verse 1:
And I cry to no response
The screaming hurts my ears
Society burns my tears
I'm left wide open
Everytime I get up
Someone will hit me down
I'm getting sick and tired
Of trying to stand up
Chorus
Verse 2:
And I scream to no avail
Everybody's leaving now
And I'm left here by myself
Sympathising me
No matter how loud I shout
All I get is echo from the vacuum
I'm leaving now
I'm gonna find myself
Chorus
Bridge:
Paranoia creeping
Fear's more than a feeling
Life is just like dreaming
It eats u alive
Chorus
TIME:4:50PM
VENUE:SPH AUDITORIUM AT TOA PAYOH(NEAREST MRT BRADDELL)
DATE:28TH JUNE 2005(TUESDAY)
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