Silversun Pickups - Little Lover's So Polite

So much for the light show
Pissing on while pissing off
Sucking in a smokescreen
Selling of a loose knit dream

Folding up the skyline
Agreeing on a steep decline
Cant control this airplane
Being caught is just the same
Headed for a lowlife
Little lover's so polite
Waking up the core needs
With smelling salts and faulty means

Did the bones collide
Who let the bones collide
Why did the bones collide

([Nikki:] it's always the same way for me
Ending in the same way.)

So much for the showdown
Keeping up while keeping off
Choking on the cold feet
Rolling up the plastic sleeves
Can't control the slow ride
Little lover's so polite
Turning off the low light
Tell me did the bones collide
The bones collide
The bones collide
Little lover's so polite
So polite
So polite
Turning off the low light

([Nikki:] it's always the same way for me
Blue turns soft with time
Broke remains, an everyday disguise
Ending in the same way. . .the same way)

Tell me did the bones collide
The bones collide
The bones collide
Little lover's so polite
So polite
So polite 

silversun pickups - panic switch

Time

It's not worth my time

Blue shine bleeds into my eyes

I still

Sleep on the right side

Of the white noise

Can't leave the scene behind

Could I be anything you want me to be

It's always meant to be seen

[Chorus:]

When you see yourself in a crowded room?

Do your fingers itch? Are you pistol-whipped?

Do you step in line or release the glitch?

Can you fall asleep with a panic switch?

When you see yourself in a crowded room,

Do your fingers itch? Are you pistol whipped?

Do you step in line or release the glitch?

Do you think she'll sleep with a panic?

And I'll try to hold on tight tonight.

Pink slip, inviting me inside.

I want to burn skin and brand what once was mine,

But the red news came ripping in to fight.

If I go anywhere that you want me to go,

How do I know you'll still follow?

[Chorus]

I'm waiting and fading and floating away

I'm waiting and fading and floating away

I'm waiting and fading and floating away

I'm waiting and fading and floating away

I'm waiting and fading and floating away

Waiting and fading and floating away

Waiting and fading and floating away

Waiting and fading and flailing and fading

[Chorus] 

company perhaps

me n my two friends, wan and nuzole is trying to set up a company. started a few days back. actually what we are selling is carbon fiber product for Kawasaki ksr parts. i've actually join this club myksr last year. We trying to make something that is rare to find cheap n nice to use. custom parts for the bike. hopefully will be a great success. here's a picure of my bike.

me n photoshop. (old pic)

Morning

suka.suka

just me

hell n me

hmm

Aku Mohd Ridhuan, wan, huan, ape lagi panggilan yang diberi, dilahirkan 26 november 1985. Umur aku dah 26 tahun. tapi tak ada satu benda yang boleh aku banggakan, it's sucks to be me. terlalu banyak kesalahan yang aku dah buat, aku rasa macam tak berguna, mati itu aku, itu yang selalu bermain dalam kepala otak aku sekarang ni. aku rasa macam seorang anak yang tak berguna. apa tah lagi sebagai seorang kawan. aku malu nak berdepan dengan orang lain. apa yang aku nak luahkan pun susah aku nak cakap. dalam hati aku ni hanya ada satu benda. mati...mati..mati...aku nak bagi segala-galanya dekat keluarga ku. dekat kawan-kawan ku, tapi tak boleh.  aku rasa bodoh, sebab aku sendiri ak berusaha, aku bukan cacat, aku tak terencat, tapi aku samakan diri aku ni, macam orang gila, kadang-kadang, aku rasa macam nak masuk ke wad orang gila, biar je aku dekat situ, tak payah nak jengok-jengok aku. biar aku mati dekat situ. tu je permintaan aku. aku tak tahan dah dengan suasana kehidupan aku sekarang nie. this is my last wish.

till the day that i die

smoking some cigarette to release some tension,
filling my lung with poison that will kill me,
it's easy, just inhale and puff out the smoke,
it's like oxygen, it's like my life,
alone in my own darkroom,
waiting for my angel of death to take me away,

the sun doesn't shine on me no more,
the moon just hide away when i go out at night,
the rain keeps pouring down on me,
washing away my sins,
washing away my past memories,
erasing me from history,

I've broken my own heart,
shatter into a thousand pieces,
i carried with me a shovel,
so that i could dig my own grave,
where my body will lay down,
not in peace, not in harmony,

sorrow is my friend,
demon is my company,
i don't wish for more time,
i don't wish for forgiveness,
i just wish that i won't be remember,
but it's just till the day that i die...

it's a hard life

damn...i'm thorn between life n death. so many things run in my fucking brain. so hard for me to explain. there's no love for me. hope for a happy ending, not going to. i fuck my own life up, wish i was dead.