When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, "Son when you grow up, would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?" He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?" Because one day I'll leave you A phantom to lead you in the summer To join the black parade
When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, "Son when you grow up,would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me And other times I feel like I should go We went through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets And when you're gone we want you all to know
We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone but believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And in my heart I can't contain it The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black And take it back Let's shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end We hear the call
To carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears Disappointed faces of your peers Take a look at me Because I could not care at all Do or die You'll never make me Because the world Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me We want to know We want to play this part Won't explain Or say I'm sorry I'm unashamed I'm gonna show my scar Give a cheer For all the broken Listen here Because it's who we are
I'm just a man I'm not a hero Just a boy who had to sing this song I'm just a man I'm not a hero I DON"T CARE
We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches on
We’ll carry on We’ll carry on We’ll carry on We’ll carry We’ll carry on…
Hello there! You must have guessed by now – this is Leonie here, and I have no intention of boring you out with a long introduction of yours truly.
I have to admit though – I’m quite an interesting individual; those who know me can confirm that, and those who don’t…I don’t mean to brag, but you’re definitely missing out!
Feel free to click here to get to know me a little bit better! No worries, I’m very friendly and I won’t bite!
Meanwhile, enjoy reading the Fool in Frames!
Baring It All.
My name really is Leonie.
It’s not an English name I came up with for myself. My mother is indeed a genius in coming up with such a splendid name for me. Although my name has been unfortunately mutilated (nicknames are excluded) over the past years, full credits to my mum for my current identity.
I’m a cancer patient.
I’m certainly looking forward to changing the word ‘patient’ to ‘survivor’! If you’re interested to read about my journey in battling lymphoma, you can click here to proceed to my cancer blog.
Green is my favourite colour.
Ironic, I know; this blog is mainly pink instead. I like all colours actually, but I find myself having an affinity to the colour green. In fact, I can safely say that green is my soul colour.
I’m an art-appreciator.
Languages, music, fashion, photography, cultures, dance, literature, writing; just about anything, really. The arts truly intrigue me, especially thought-provoking pieces. Of course, the arts play a major role in inspiring me in my everyday life.
You’ll find me carrying a book to just about everywhere.
I don’t have a favourite genre – I read any book that interests me!
I found out that I’m actually a left-hander.
I am a trained right-hander from young, since apparently being left-handed is considered ‘wrong’. Basically, I’m ambidextrous! No wonder I find it easier to air guitar using my left hand than my right; I simply relate to the arts than subjects that deal with logical thinking better, too.
Taurus is my astrological sign.
A stubborn Bull I am, too. I abhor being rushed. I prefer doing matters at my own reasonable pace. I don’t particularly like changes in my routine, but I can adapt quite easily. I’m a very practical person as well. I enjoy the beautiful things in life, but that doesn’t make me shun ugliness at all. Besides, it all depends on how one perceives beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
I’m a born perfectionist.
Still am, but I’m slowly learning to accept imperfection into my life. Also, I’m doing my best to erase the many expectations I have so I could one day master the art of letting go and freeing myself to simple happiness and joy.
A natural drama queen.
Compared to before, I’m less dramatic nowadays. Language-wise, I attempt to blog flawlessly in English and speak proper English online with my peers. Call me a Grammar Nazi all you want, but that’s how I roll. I only converse in perfect English in formal situations and during my dramatic outbursts. Otherwise, I’m absolutely capable of communicating like the average Malaysian!
It’s a pleasure to learn and discover new things.
It’s a different issue altogether when you’re forced to learn for the sake of getting good grades, though. Other than that, I’m open to new information and knowledge anytime! I especially would like to learn more languages and pick up new musical instruments.
Travelling around the world, participating in artistic photoshoots, performing in a band, writing a book…
…are just some of the things I would love to do in the near future, hopefully!
When it comes to social relationships,
the basic rules apply. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you happen to be someone who has low EQ skills, I’ll try to be tolerant but my patience is definitely limited. I’m observant when it comes to human behaviour. I’m a person of many opinions, but I don’t voice them out unless I trust you enough; I’m very honest and candid when it comes to the people I can trust. Even though I trust very easily, not everybody can prove that they’re all that nice. Hurt me, and I’ll only defend myself if necessary. Hurt my family or my friends – you won’t find me holding back.
Is there anything else you would like to know about me?
Throw me your questions and/or doubts here! I honestly have nothing to hide, so you’ll expect the truth and nothing but the truth.
It’s only how I phrase my answers that you’ll have to be aware of.
When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, "Son when you grow up, would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?" He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?" Because one day I'll leave you A phantom to lead you in the summer To join the black parade
When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, "Son when you grow up,would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me And other times I feel like I should go We went through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets And when you're gone we want you all to know
We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone but believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And in my heart I can't contain it The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black And take it back Let's shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end We hear the call
To carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears Disappointed faces of your peers Take a look at me Because I could not care at all Do or die You'll never make me Because the world Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me We want to know We want to play this part Won't explain Or say I'm sorry I'm unashamed I'm gonna show my scar Give a cheer For all the broken Listen here Because it's who we are
I'm just a man I'm not a hero Just a boy who had to sing this song I'm just a man I'm not a hero I DON"T CARE
We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches on
We’ll carry on We’ll carry on We’ll carry on We’ll carry We’ll carry on…
