He's walking away from me.
His back is tense, and I know he's angry with me.
I suppose he's got a right to be angry.
He's looking back at me now with that look in his eyes.
The look that says I've disappointed him again.

Cursed never to smile
Never to laugh
Never to feel happiness
It’s my fault
Blame me
It’s me I say
No one else
I’ve been cursed
I am cursed

Pain Of The Night
by Sweett
Watch as this tear falls into empty space
See it fall into life's nameless place
Can you see the sparkle as it catches the light
That sparkle once was happiness that is no longer in sight
As it falls watch it, its color has changed
From blue to bright red, it has a wide range

There it goes all alone, it continues to fall
With it, it takes the emotion, the emotion of all
Wait, can you hear it? A sob has broke free
Has shook the lungs cold, but yet it continues to be
Here it comes, a force has been built between the eye
A wall of shear water, it's now time to cry

A shudder, a scream, darkness envelops your soul
The darkness of the night has taken its toll

Darn it! I might have to wear something formal next week to school. No..I’m not having a presentation. I would be meeting some clients with my uncle next week for some kind of event. One thing I hate is working with the pure Arab guys. No offence but they are one fussy bunch of dudes. The last time we did an event for them they said I was deaf. They kept on complaining to me that the monitor speaker had no sound. But when I stood in front of it I would hear it perfectly well. In fact one can go deaf just standing in front of that speaker. And they added an extra instrument last minute without telling us in advance. Hello, we bring what you want…it’s not our fault that we can’t cater to the last minute staffs. But since my uncle and I have preferred to be safe we usually would bring extra cables. Even then, they are still not happy. This time around since my uncle has placed me in-charge for this ‘project’ I’m gonna make sure they get a few things straight. We will only cater to what you want. No last minute non senses. And there is no difference between my uncle and me. Both of us are dedicated to our job. And if you don’t like a girl doing this job then say so. I have a feeling they don’t really like a girl to be around. I guess it’s the religious thingy. Oh but I have “hats off” to the Arab guys who can sing will. I love to hear them sing. They have voices of angles though they can be a pain at times.

Anyway, no changes on my codes. I can’t get one of the codes to work. I’ve even asked for help in forums. But still nothing…and I want to finish these pages by today. Got a feeling Shah’s has started to put some pressure on us to finish the project. That same feeling of fear that I had when he asked “So can you guys finish the project?” is back. I don’t know why thou…but I have confidence in my team. *starting to pray hard….REALLY hard*

Once a while
When your sorrows have a name
And day is dark as night
No remorse and no redemption
Close the door
Can you hear the crowd is waiting
For the last encore
Screaming out for my attention

Chanting my name

Welcome all to curtain call
At the opera
Raging voices in my mind
Rise above the orchestra
Like a crescendo of gratitude

This is my song

Like the dead
I am on the other side
Their howling in my head
No remorse and no redemption
Hush my dear
Let the music fill the night
And soon it’s all we hear
Screaming out for my attention

Chanting my name
Chantimg my name

Welcome all to curtain call
At the opera
Raging voices in my mind
Rise above the orchestra
Like a crescendo of gratitude

Don’t wake me until it’s over
I, I may be dreaming awake

Chanting my name
Chantimg my name

Welcome all to curtain call
At the opera
Raging voices in my mind
Rise above the orchestra

Welcome all to curtain call
At the opera
Raging voices in my mind
Rise above the orchestra