Everyday.

It's a beautiful Day today.

You and I Both

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
Oh But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Oh Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just dream of
Others only read of...of the love, the love that I love.

yea..luv luv luve luve..

See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now
oh love, love

You and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore..hmm

And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now
Well I'm almost finally out of
I'm finally out out out of
Finally dee deedeedee deedee
Well I'm almost finally, finally
Well I'm free, Oh I'm free

And it's okay if you had go away
Oh just remember the telephone was working both ways
And if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I'll think the bells inside
Have finally found you someone else and that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang

Cause you and I both loved
what you and I spoke of
and others just read of
and if you could see now
well I'm almost finally out of.
I'm finally out out out of,
finally, dee deedeedee deedee
well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words.

Shit.

Damn. I can't. Shit.

I saw the light at the end of the tunnel

Talk about being old in my previous post. I almost died on Tues. Close.

It's a weird sensation. Cold, scared...U hear nothing, u see white, u hear yr own heartbeat...thump thump....thump thump...slowly u drift in out of consciousness...u felt light, so light that it seemed like floating. U can't recognized those faces around u anymore.

Then U breathe hard. U choked. Noise filtered through and you heard your name being called. Colour filled your environment. U came back.

I came back. Guessed my time wasn't up yet. Juz yet. Hmm...why?

Nostalgia

Time and tide really waits for no man.

It's amazing how the little crow feets crept to my eyes silently. Same place but different time, evokes different sentiments. Same person but different feel, brings about another awareness. Damn...even my fav bed sheets colour have faded.

We can't turn back time. Never. Ever. But can we do the same things over again? Maybe with a different approach? Will it brings different results? Can we...? can we...? The questions are endless...

I wanna be young again. Not tat I am VERY old but maybe younger than 30. I wanna sing, write songs, even dance and do things I always love but never did. I can do them now. But it's juz not the same as when I do them at 20. Attained sensibility causes the death of youthful exuberance. When the current idols are younger than you, you know you have hit your expirey button. Sigh...

I haben seen the raw, eager and energetic face in the mirror for a long time. Guess I will never see it again. They call this a mid life crisis. I call this a sober awakening. Weak might be the body, but strong is the mind. I am still breathing. And I will.

I have to believe that figures are juz another number. In prehistoric days, when cavesmen still can't differ their ones from twos, the only way to judge your age is by the markings on your bodies. (The early days of tattoos!!) Subsequently, this have to stop because THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH U CAN MARK....(imagine how a 80 year old would look like). Well...i mean breasts and bums DO sag, but like the saying goes..."It's all in the mind baby!"


I can't turn back time. Then again, neither can GOD. The only difference is GOD still look the same as he ages. (Damn. that would be good enough)

In the search of Happiness

Give me wings to fly, far far away..
let me see what's above, let me dance and sway...
Give me a shoulder to cry, someone who will hug..
gently dry my tears, and mend my broken heart..
Give me smiles aplenty, from strangers as much..
to warm each beaten souls, to cure each weary touch...
Give me strength to fight, and let my ideals ignite...
to move big mountains, to spilt large oceans' tides
Give me dreams so sweet, to last each night's sleep..
to feel angels play, and not heaven's weep..
Give me love so pure, like a mother to a child..
to fill every little corner, every then and now..

Renaissance

The first time I had a pair of earphones plugged in was in 1988. Michael Jackson in his 'Thriller' still sounds great today. Hell knows where that cassette tape have gone to...but my passion have lived on....then scaled down and very much revived recently.

An old tune almost always brings back memories (though not always fond ones) , it juz sorta completes the picture in your mind. My first bus ride, my first gf, my NS days and the few special ones in my life, they all have a tune attached to their faces.... so deeply etched, and so vivid at times when that moment comes flooding back again.

I guess it started from my new digital piano. The familiar tinkering sound ignited the interest and these rusty fingers started playing again. Everytime music filled my little room, it seems I am transported into another realm...another world of dreams, love and happiness. It's my escapade. The same tune could be on repeat the whole nite....How I hate to wake up everytime the melody have to stop!!

So ... my 'L-O-V-E'...bless me when I 'Run to U', and gives me the strength for 'One moment in time' 'Because You Loved me'.... be there for my 'One last cry', till I can 'Breathe Again'....and bring me 'Back at One' 'Against all Odds' Just for once. 'Just Once'.


'Without music, life would be a mistake.'
~ Friedrich Nietzsche

For the lovers, the loners and my little aries gal.

Run To You - Whitney Houston

I know that when you look at me
There's so much that you just don't see
But if you would only take the time
I know in my heart you'd find

Oh, oh, a girl who's scared sometimes
Who isn't always strong
Can't you see the hurt in me?
I feel so all alone

(Chorus:)
I wanna run to you
Ooh, ooh
I wanna run to you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Won't you hold me in your arms
And keep me safe from harm?
I wanna run to you
Ooh, ooh
But if I come to you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Tell me, will you stay
Or will you run away?

Each day, each day I play the role
Of someone always in control
But at night I come home and turn the key
There's nobody there, no one cares for me

Oh, oh, what's the sense
Of trying hard to find your dreams
Without someone to share it with
Tell me what this means

(Repeat chorus)

(Bridge:)

I need ya here
I need ya here to wipe away my tears
To kiss away my fears
If you only knew how much...(Repeat chorus)

Call Of Duty.

Perspiratons lined my brows. The long forgotten midday heat torched my scalp.
Rows of gears thrusted against the mouldy walls of the facade were waiting for their turns...waiting to reunite with the men...waiting to be call upon....waiting to be in the frontline again. As I waited for the moment to beckon with bated breath, the mind wandered to the time when I was trained to be a fighting machine. I am a soldier. And I am back to heed the call of duty.
~ Excerpts from 'Men On Standby'


The hair have never been shorter for the past 2 years. So is the enthusiasm.

With a heavy heart and an even heavier belly, I am going for my reservist tomorrow. Gone are the days when the torso boasted gleaming abs and those legs could cross brutal terrains. A last reality check comfirmed that the abs have merged and the legs can only last till the nearest taxi stand. Luckily the uniform top is still wearable, but the pants....they will need to be reassesed.
I am going to get tanned, if not burnt after a intensive 9 days exercise. Thankfully this is the last time. In this current world of technology and advancements, I really hope the routines for this yearly affair can be altered to suit the modern man. I am sure if outfield camps are conducted in *Cafe Del Mar, with groovy tunes and semi-nudes... my legs and belly should be up to the task. Maybe women might even start volunteering for National Service too. Oh ya...dun forget the liquor!! *smile*

*A trendy hotspot located on Siloso Beach in Sentosa that boasts picturesque ocean views, tropical sensuality, Ibiza decadence and beautiful faces.

Duck meat, duck rice

Had a little friendly arguement with my colleague today. She is a lady and she proves that women are indeed from Venus. And Men are indeed from Mars.

(i can't help side-tracking after writing the above statement. Men r fm Mars, but not all men r arians. But All ARIANS definitely have Martian's blood. But not all arians r men. So...either Arian women r not women OR Venus DO HAVE men there. This only proves one thing ---> *John Gray is a bloody liar.)

*John Gray (born 1951 in Houston, Texas) is an American author on relationships and personal growth, best known for his 1992 book Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus, and other "pop psychology" books offering relationship advice.

In our arguement regarding relationships between couples, we touched on issues concerning points of views from the 2 genders. Like why women think it's perfectly alright to hitch a ride from a friendly driver yet their men are not allow to drive a sexy stranger.....why men seem to have this fixation on all 'roundish things' that moves (soccer, basketball, baseball blah blah..) and why women always forget they only have a pair of feet yet buy a dozen pairs of shoes.... well lady, as far as I know, you are part of the 'round evolution' (your bosoms and butt during prime, and overall figure after birth), and we men DO appreciate your assets as much as we love our balls eh... ball-games. Maybe not as excited with time, but DEFINItely appreciative *smile*

We traded verbal punches for a good while before i decided this is really heading nowhere. Instead of proving my or her point, we have to find a common ground to end this debate. My brain went into overdrive and search desperately for a solution....and suddenly!! The 'Classic Sam's wits' responded with a splendid one liner..."I might eat no duck meat, but you can cook your duck rice!"

"But I can't cook duck rice..."

"well wat i mean is I can compromise..."

"look! U should cook sometimes too, it's about sharing the load..."

"....er..I actually DUN mean this but yes, we can help to cook but not everytime..."

"Why not??... U see....blah blah ..blah blah...."


And the saga continues. Damn.

I thanked GOD again for all the soccers, basketballs and baseballs. Amen.

James Ingram

For anyone who loves this as much as I do.

Sometimes being alone is fine with me.

Bothered.

Juz so lazy to blog. Too much to say, to lazy to type.

A close buddy disappointed me recently. No job, no money, car loan to maintain...yet he can buy PS3, go holiday...and then borrow money from me again. Wat's wrong with him?

Another jonny boy earns 7k a month and whines that it's not enuff. He wants a condo, european car and earns like 20k a mth? hmm...wat's wrong with him too?

A fella colleague gets high during work, come to work like we owns him a living...self-centered, selfish, self-indulged. Big big wrong going on here..

Or maybe it's juz me. Getting fat. old. weak. wat's wrong now?