I Can Only Imagine

Apparently my curt words implied Christian songwriters are shallow and inarticulate for producing pieces that focuses on being catchy rather than being profound. Well, to all the tactless critics out there, I would not have come to that conclusion if I was exposed to the same amount of songs, would I? I very much doubt I would only limit my musical features here to the meagre if you cared to share when I asked for recommendations.

Sorry for that outburst, innocent readers but please do not let certain hypocritical prigs to ruin this post. Before I get myself bombarded further, I am featuring a song that synchronizes eloquently evocative lyrics with emotive harmonies. The only one I know. I guess the title summarizes the main message here, and I must add that the idea does pique my mind at times. Beware though, for the tune is catchy and will most probably be stuck in your head. =)

I can only imagine
What it will be like
When I walk
By your side

I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When your face
Is before me
I can only imagine

Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
When that day comes
And I find myself
Standing in the Son

I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever
Forever worship You
I can only imagine

Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever
Forever worship you

Redeemer

This is the song that broke my stereotypical barrier in regards to Christian music. No offence to songwriters of this genre, but I did not know Christianity inspired lyrics would indulge in intelligent writing. Granted that my repertoire within the genre has never been the least bit extensive (since most ‘Christians’ are reluctant to help cultivate my spiritual growth with music via sharing), the majority of hymns I came across exhibited a preference for uplifting tunes instead.

Either way, before I offend some and confuse even more, take a moment of your time and enjoy this piece. Ultimately, both methods allow the message to have as much impact as possible so it does not really matter much. I suggests that you listen to it twice, once to immerse yourself in the video and once to savour the lyrics. Yes, I found the video fascinating despite its simplicity. If only more people will be like me and be a texturaholic… =)

Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning?
Who told the ocean you can only come this far?
Who showed the moon where to hide 'til evening?
Whose words alone can catch a falling star?

Well I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
All of creation testifies
This life within me cries
I know my Redeemer lives yeah

The very same God that spins things in orbit
Runs to the weary, the worn and the weak
And the same gentle hands that hold me when I'm broken
They conquered death to bring me victory

Now I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
Let all creation testify
Let this life within me cry
I know my Redeemer, He lives

To take away my shame
And He lives forever, I'll proclaim
That the payment for my sin
Was the precious life He gave
But now He's alive and
There's an empty grave

And I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
Let all creation testify
Let this life within me cry
I know my Redeemer
I know my Redeemer
I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
I know that I know that I know that I know that I know my redeemer lives
Because He lives I can face tomorrow
I Know I know
He lives He lives yeah, yeah I spoke with him this morning
He lives He lives, the tomb is empty
He lives I got to tell everybody

Hallelujah

Continuing with the Christian theme this week, I cannot think of a better song to include next. This is a little unorthodox so incorruptible Christians only. I do not want to be blamed for people losing their faith when it is weak to begin with.

Anyway, the frequency this song is used in various channels can be comparable to the regularity its title is articulated. And do not let me start on the lyrics, for apparently the original complete lyric is 15 pages long! Other than that, it is pretty straight forward and catchy. So, enjoy…

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Baby I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
All I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who out drew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Jesus Loves You

As the month end draws nearer, I am reminded of my declaration to dedicate this month to the beauty of music, using songs to reflect random thoughts and emotions I underwent. Despite this proclamation, the songs featured under the banner of Anthem Anthology are merely my favourite tunes, planned in advance according to a linear relationship I saw. In a way, it is comparable to psychology, where philosophers form theories and draw conclusions to rationalize common, but chaotic, sense. In spite of my meticulous planning to favour this imaginary linkage, I am humbled (and amazed) how each song fitted perfectly according to the daily developments.

For instance, I had a rough day at BSF yesterday. The one of the main messages of the sermon was predestination and close Christian friends should know how I abhor this theory. (Due to the complexity of the concept, ask me in person if you are not familiar with this Christian jargon or if you are curious.) I guess this makes today’s Anthem fitting, especially with the first line standing out against the usual spiritual fare. Do not be fooled by the title or your stereotypical assumptions. Unlike most songs within this genre, this gem by Jewel has a twist. So despite the accuracy of her outlook, arm yourself with a sense of humour before listening to this song, ok?

They say that Jesus loves you... what about me?
And they say that money breaks you... well, I still wanna see
They say that you’re only half-alive
Till you give extra whitening a try

Well I wanna see
I wanna see
What can you do for me?

Showing ta-tas on the TV is ok, I wanna be ok too
And having my picture in a magazine makes me special, how special are you?
They say if I donate, even I
Can buy a space in heaven before I die

Well I wanna see
I wanna see
What can you do for me?

I want someone else to pack my lunch
Gonna get someone else to pull the punch
Oh, pay a psychic for romance
Gonna pay a priest for a will-you-give-me-a-second-chance?

They say abortion will send you straight to a fiery hell
That is if the fanatics don’t beat Satan to the kill
Its not what I can do for anybody
Its what their body can do for me

So I wanna see
I wanna see
What can you do for me?

They say that Jesus loves you
....but what about me?

My Own Prison

Pardon the absence my dear readers but morbidity strained its neck once again and established itself as the prevalent theme throughout this week, as news of death and dying continue to haunt my soul. I have no intention in sounding callous but terminal illness seems to be the current fad lately, rendering most helpless and troubled by hard decisions. Dark tidings reverberate from all quarters of my sheltered life; from family and friends, to colleagues and acquaintances.

Reminders of our mortality never fail to bestow a sense of peace within though, justifying all the times I lived for the moment and charged into things with (relatively) wild abandonment. Being a straight-edge Christian limits some 'indulgences' certainly, but none that I care to regret too much. Coincidentally, this makes today's edition of Anthem Anthology fitting, considering the message behind the tune recount the potential outcome post-mortem.

Besides, today marks the continuation of the Bible Study Fellowship (BSF) for young adults after the winter break (don’t ask), so this uncharacteristic spiritual discourse is an apt reflection of my enthusiasm for the knowledge to come. Before I prattle on, just enjoy the rock song, ok?

Warning: this well written work of art is one of the few songs that wield the power to strike a chord within, sending chills down the spine. Hair follicles may not resist the urge to stand upright when full apprehension of lyrical meaning envelopes.

A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today, just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale, the cage made of steel
Screams fill the room, alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound, my breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around, my face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence expecting no return
Here there is no penance, my skin begins to burn

(And I said oh)
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh)
We're all held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one

I hear a thunder in the distance see a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given on that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness, only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally

Should have been dead on a Sunday morning banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time

(And I said oh)
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh)
We're all held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one

I cry out to God seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms I've created my own prison
I cry out to God seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms I've created my own prison

(And I said oh)
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride

I've created, I've created, I've created, I've created, I've created
I've created my own prison

Should have been dead on a Sunday morning banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time

Hey There Delilah & Signal Fire

I know it is uncharacteristic of me to introduce a song that has no significant meaning to me, but sometimes, I think I should descend from my pedestal of profound choices and be amongst the prosaic and shallow. Today is the day. =)

Well, this is one of those that are pleasant to the ear but will not feature in any American Idols soon due to its lack of technicality. No matter. I’m being simple today. At least this band, Plain White T’s, is obscure enough to merit a mention here.

Anyway, I chose not to include the lyrics here, mainly because it does not reflect an emotion or a situation or a phase I am in like the rest. So don’t bother analysing the song trying to grasp some cryptic message I am sending out, unlike the others.

Since I have already acted atypically from my usual nature, I might as well share the videos that are against my norm. This is sort of a promo for one of the blockbuster summer movies this year, which I personally think is cool. Being accompanied by Snow Patrol does not hurt too. =)

The Renunciation

Pardon the double entry, but I hereby renege my previous declarations for platitudes of affections towards my family. I realize that this is an un-Christianly act to follow, but no person who publicly shamed or undermined me deserves any offers of adoration from me.

If I am able, I will not cease to honour my parents and hold my biting tongue behind my clenched teeth, effectively reining in the cutting remarks unlike my favoured brother. Yet, do not expect me to obligingly execute assigned tasks any longer like the dutiful son I was.

It is true that I have not pursued to please others zealously like my counterparts before and aimed to chart my own paths. Still, the lack of appreciation for experimentation and individuality does not absolve preferential treatments nor the disparaging of anything remotely associated to me.

Alas, this is nothing but the markings of a bitter man over things trivial and inconsequential with the passing of years to come. I just hope that this is somewhat therapeutic both as a constructive cathartic release as well as a distraction when sleep does not take me in.

The Predicament

For the casual readers of this online compositions as well as the acquaintances of mine who did not know better, I was born as the eldest to a cosy (read: small) nucleus family, which managed to retain a close relationship with my extended families. Like many other stereotypical Chinese family, respect is held at the highest regards among its other morality kin. That means greetings must precede most familiar activities such as arrivals, communal meals and departures.

Typical, is it not? It has always been the custom that is inherited from generations to generations so I have never given a second thought about it. So fortunately - or unfortunately depending on how you look at it - I recently was exposed to a family that does not share a similar admiration for respect, and instead put ‘love’ as the forerunning quality on the pedestal of values. That discovery and an episode of soap operas too many.

It does not matter too much, right? Especially since ideals are intangible anyway? I would have agreed, if I did not notice an integral difference in our habits. Sure, the actual full blown shouting, arguments and curses with elders is hard to stomach for the naïve me, but what I truly admire is the ease and blasé manner love towards others is shared and spoken of.

It is true; I believe that such a wonderful phenomenon like love should not be expressed through mere fleeting words alone. Instead, love should be conveyed with both subtle caring behaviours and dramatic affectionate deeds. Such demeanour appears so much more significant; yet I admit the latter is a considerably longer process and the ease of misinterpretation is astounding.

I think the kicker to my adoption of this belief came when a significant person of mine summoned immeasurable courage and confided in me regarding the lack of appreciation that is felt. How easy it is to avoid situations like this if the three simple words were repeated more often?

Since it is Father’s day - although I will still do this on any other commemorative dates - I wonder: how I can effusively express my gratitude and *gasp* love for a family member sincerely, without scaring them into thinking that I’m at the brink of suicide for this suddenly change?

Toxic

A mere two days have since passed, yet cries for my next entry rings through the lands already. It is my fault for creating such high expectations among my many readers with my writing frequency here, and for that I apologize for the apprehension caused. No, I was not killed in a horrific motor vehicle accident (yet). No, I was not abducted by seductive beauties eager to share my bed. And no, I was not bedded by an infectious venereal disease, too sick for another provocative entry.

Instead, my next Anthem Anthology feature encountered a setback since iMEEM did not boast an extensive selection, especially with the exclusion of such profound pieces of work. Rest assured though, for this inept internet junkie expended a considerable amount of time and amended this dreadful predicament finally, painstakingly uploaded the latest song intended for the next chapter of AA while sharing it with the deprived.

Either way, this delay is a blessing in disguise since then I was able to fully appreciate the gravity of such intricacies. Misinterpretations of intention are rife nowadays with the current complexity of language, where simple words can be mere gestures of jest to some as well as awkward sexual innuendos to others. In situations like these, should we seek for clarification and risk potential embarrassment or simply brush off the comments and ignore the whole dilemma altogether?

This song is an apt reminder of our callousness with words, and how an injudicious statement can hurt keener than the sharpest splinter. Worse, slights can fester and corrupt the soul; changing lives, burning bridges.

But enough philosophies on a Saturday, you probably already know this. Just enjoy the song.

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can burn a happy home, it's true
I've got words for you

The past is done it's gone forever
Don't tell me my pain is pleasure
You, you haven't got a clue

Oh, I wanna cry but I don't make a sound
I'm your child and your child is feeling down
Everybody’s toxic in this town

All gods children fade and die
In the name of lets get high
And then, we do it again

I pray the lord, my soul to keep
That when you coming down I'll be asleep
I can't pretend, it's killing me again

Oh, I wanna cry but I don't make a sound
I'm your child and your child is feeling down
Everybody’s toxic in this town

Call me in my lord I'm coming down
(Coming down)
Call me in my lord I'm coming down

Oh, I wanna cry but I don't make a sound
I'm your child and your child is feeling down
Everybody’s toxic in this town

Oh, I wanna cry but I don't make a sound
I'm your child and your child is feeling down
Everybody’s toxic in this town

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can burn a happy home, it's true
I've got words for you

Overkill

When engulfed in a wave of melancholy like I did, typically people will resort to alcohol or drugs to temporarily ease the aching, constantly chasing the high. To my concerned friends, fret not. I am still very much straight edge. Instead of travelling the substance dependency path, I am indulging to more family-oriented escapism: TV series. What better series than a parody of working life in a hospital? Scrubs to the rescue!

Hence, as can be seen in the following clip, today’s Anthem is featured in one of Scrubs’ episode.

How anyone can stay depressed after watching this baffles me.

What some do not know is that this is actually an oldie, but not old enough to have its own music video in MTV nonetheless. Now the ‘extra’ lyrics make more sense. =) Check out Colin Hay back then. Anyway, to me this song talks about the tendency of most of us to exaggerate our problems and overanalyzing trifling details to justify our emotions. With that, I suppose we should follow the advice in Verse 2 too, and break the monotony sometimes; like enjoying this video. =D

I cant get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perhaps its just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It’s time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there’s pretty lights
Although there’s little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day

I cant get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Its just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away

Listening for the Weather

Admittedly, mere acceptance of other’s predicaments provides no significant improvements within oneself aside from temporary comfort and thus, a change of perceptions might be needed to fully experience an uplifting of melancholy. Despite the exploitation of the following concept, so much that it is now a 21st century cliché; I find the appointment of minor goals to precede major ones very effective in successfully defeating despair.

Popularly termed as baby steps, it encourages the directing attention to the simple pleasures in the present, instead of dwelling in the past, no matter how hard it clings, or fearing of the future, no matter how much it threatens.

I can only assume this is one of the many possible implications that this song advocates. Enjoy!

So I'm listening for the weather to predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
No it doesn't really matter what it is he has to say
'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere

All the people that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today

And this busy inner city
Has got nothing much to say
And I know how much you're hanging round the letterbox
And I'm sure that as I'm writing
You'll be somewhere on your way
In a supermarket checkout or the restaurant

I've been doing what I'm told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today
Yes I'm coming home today

I've been doing what I'm told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change

Everybody Hurts

To all you doubters out there, question no more. The world DOES indeed revolve around me. It seem that during the time that I was flooded with depressing thoughts and emotions, the sky – or maybe even God himself – wept on my behalf.

For the benefit of those not in the know (i.e. the friends overseas or hermits with no interest in any local newspapers), the Malaysian capital suffered another flash flood that is reminiscent of the one we experienced in 2003 - oddly on the very same date. Considering the traffic conditions in our cherished state, it is no surprise then to find that such sudden downpour nearly crippled our roads, more so than usual.

This makes today’s continuation of the Anthem Anthology appropriate. As you will see by clicking on the play button, the music video features a massive traffic gridlock, not unlike the congestion that plagued downtown KL yesterday. It is definitely worth the lengthy loading time though, as the scenes of stagnant chaos is punctuated by quirky, albeit morose at times, thought quotes that we all can relate to one time or the other.

The lyrics are pretty self-explanatory too, without the intricate personifications that are favoured by most songwriters. I must admit that this song has been used to drag me out of my doldrums lately, and it is my hope that this works for readers undergoing discouraging circumstances too. Heck, the Corrs did a cover for it. True, severity of cases differ widely in terms of impact acuity, therefore I will not justify my anguish by comparing my misery with anyone else.

To the wounded now, acceptance of the possible existence of others with our similar distresses can be comforting while the faith that emerges from the acknowledgement of their successes in prevailing over their troubles is rejuvenating. So remember, everybody hurts… sometimes.

When the day is long and the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life
Well hang on

Don't let yourself go
‘Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts… sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along

When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on

‘Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts…

Don't throw your hand, oh no
Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much of this life
To hang on

Well, everybody hurts… sometimes
Everybody cries

Everybody hurts… sometimes
And everybody hurts… sometimes

So hold on, hold on
(Everybody hurts, you are not alone)

The Sudden Transformation

This may come as a surprise considering the last entry I posted here, but this post will be a rant. Only a little less than two days have passed since my previous declaration of contentment but dismal proceedings have amassed, so those who are emotional and sensitive, avert your eyes now. This is potentially hurtful. I have no desire to wreck anyone’s day, let alone weekend, but I feel that without this release, mine would be despite the many distractions available.

…

As I stare at the blinking cursor primed to record my first words, wondering what words to use to communicate this train of thought as tactfully as possible, I realise I am not dwelling in the simple things that make me enjoy life, or at least not enough.

I am frustrated…

I am frustrated at the fear and anxiety due to the coinciding schedules that jeopardizes my career progression opportunities.
I am frustrated at the hopelessness and the helplessness I feel, what with me losing my previous edge in counselling suicidal depressives.
I am frustrated at my overzealousness to accommodate, if not please, others by abiding to their many diverse preferences, instead of attending to mine.
I am frustrated at the jealousy and irritation stemmed from the glorification and idolization towards others for accomplishments similar to mine while I am ignored.
I am frustrated at the hypocritical nature of particular individuals who expects only the best I have to offer while avoiding me when I display even a hint of my afflictions.

I will be in a petulant mood today. Stay away at all cost.

I am a Rock

Thank God it’s Friday!

Even though it wasn’t that bad this week, the allure of a weekend of rest and recuperation cannot be denied. In addition to that, the promise of fellowship and games, albeit most likely without an important ingredient, is more reason to shout this phrase at the top of a corporate slave’s lungs. I think I just frightened a colleague of mine who unwittingly passed by my desk. It must be a creepy sight, with me and my bloodshot eyes mumbling to myself to savour these words.

In retrospect, despite the implications with my song choices this whole week, it has been a great week for me. This auspicious beginning of the month bodes a smooth journey ahead since these seven days bore witness to many significant events: the advancement in my career-actualization, my rekindling of treasured friendships, the initiation of surprising new ones, and not forgetting the strengthening of existing brotherhood bonds. Quite a mouthful, huh? Quite a week too. =)

Now that I have finally sat down and think about it, the fantastic week cannot be attributed to the many momentous occurrences, but rather the interaction that I was fortunate enough to have with people across my intimacy scale. I guess it is not a surprise to find me drawn to psychology. As I have told the interviewers, my passion is with people. So, it is ironic for me to find this very week featured an exceptionally higher number of friends who decided to go into a recluse.

Surprisingly, I understand the mindset of each individual who chose this lonely path, and it is not all unjustified. Hey, even a popular guy like me went through phases similar to this often enough to empathise. I just hope those who can relate to this post will one day discover the exhilaration of living, and to venture into new (potentially dangerous) territories of meeting people. Until then, I dedicate this song to all you aspiring hermits out there.

I tried searching my memory for more optimistic lyrical content but most have crap poetry. I can only assume that songwriters have to be high or intoxicated to be able to churn out statements reflecting mortal bliss in songs. Thus, credit should be given to one Midnight Angel - who apparently prefer, if not actively seeks isolation too - for introducing this song to me. As can be seen from the clip, today’s song is a ‘classic’, and is therefore beyond my musical knowledge.

The lyrics are straightforward enough, so none of my usual interpretation commentary is needed this time round. Funnily, this video triggers a homophobe side of me that I never knew existed. Maybe it is because this video depicts the ostensibly normal day of two grown men performing frivolous activities we come to expect only in children… or couples trying to be recapture their lost youth. I have nothing against living it up but please, leave that to the kids.

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island

I've built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain
I am a rock
I am an island

Don't talk of love
Well, I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armour
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island

And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries

Good Life

In a bid to please my faithful Cunctation cohorts’ desire for consistency, I was working through lunch to deliver yet another heart-wrenching entry, deluded that I could finish up before I take my welcomed midday meal break by the second hour. Sure, I was straining my literary capabilities amidst having provocative discussions of religion and vocations, but I must be commended for my dedication and my intellect to produce yet another enjoyable read.

Alas, my time management was betrayed by an unexpected crisis. Why would anyone organize the arrival of trucks that could not shoulder the predetermined capacity? No matter. My dazzling negotiating and delegating skill shone through once again and averted another potential penalty for the company. However, my invaluable expertise came with a price, my own appetite was not fulfilled and you, my friends, know how much I treasure my food.

This calls for a perk today, and what can brighten up my day better than a favourite song? (I can think of a dozen other things that could have but that is not the point.) To those who questioned my sensitivity towards my readers, I DID notice my previous songs posted here depict the more depressing moments of life, complemented by their almost wailing harmonies. Rest be assured, my dear fans, today is different.

Today’s instalment provides a buoyant, if not downright jolly, tune. How couldn’t it, I got it from the series Scrubs. I bet some of you will be swaying to its melody, with a lit up lighter in hand. Having said that, the deeper implications are no less melancholic. Lyrically, it revolves around the ending of a love; resign and bitter, yet still hopeful for the other. So why did I like this song? The turmoil and conflicting emotions, of course. I am a confused young man. =)

Softly now, you owe it to the world
And everyone knows that you're my favourite girl
But there are some things in life that are not meant to be
I'm not meant for you, and you're not meant for me
Here's to our problems and here's to our fights
Here's to our achings and here's to your having...
A good life, from me

Softly now, you owe it to yourself
And don’t think that you will be left on the shelf
’Cause, there's someone for you and there's someone for me
Like me, you'll meet them eventually
Here's to your lover and here's to my wife
Here's to your children and here's to your having...
A good life, from me

Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby

Loudly now, you've lost all your pain
You're married with children and happy again
Now I'm regretting the moves that I made
Fatal mistakes are so easily made
Enough of my problems they only cause fights
Forget that I rang you and promise that you'll have
Such a beautifully happy and painlessly romantic...
Good life, from me
Good life

Loving the Alien (Sometimes)

A cultured friend of mine once shared that the best songs are sung by rock bands when they opt for a softer style. How I full-heartedly concur! This obscure instalment of the Anthem Anthology possesses a number of concurrent tones: the frustrations of empty promises; the resolution of prevailing over heartaches; and the fragility of emotions after surmounting such obstacles. I can only assume the reference of aliens here denotes to the rebound effect after a separation.

Sometimes I think I'm scared
Sometimes I know
I feel like making love
Sometimes I don't
I feel like letting go
Maybe not
I feel like giving up
Is all we got

Sometimes is all the time
And never means maybe
Sometimes is all the time
Maybe

And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
(Sometimes I feel alone)
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on

Sometimes I make believe
When we're alone
Machines have taken hold
Can you get me to a telephone
It's just the little things
You used to see
Am I still that man who makes you who you want to be

Sometimes is all the time
And never means maybe
Sometimes is all the time
Maybe

And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
(Sometimes I feel alone)
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on

I never noticed
How lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens
I never noticed
How lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens

And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
(Sometimes I feel alone)
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
(Sometimes I feel alone)
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving... on

November Rain

Continuing with my old school theme, this song to me is mainly on the understanding that some things take time to nurture, especially something as precious as love. Considered as one of the best song of the century (among all the other soppy ones), I find the conflicting mentalities and theories fascinating. Within a single song, it encourages both wild abandonment as well as the cautious consideration of growth in love.

Guess which approach I am inclined to? I suppose it neatly ties up with a recent quote I chanced upon in my readings: “Some things can’t be planned. They must be lived, in the every changing flow of the moment,” (McKenna, 2003). Some information just comes too late.

I must admit that at first, I do not know what prologue I should provide to precede such a work of art by the legendary Guns ‘n’ Roses. Did quite a job now, have I? Unless, of course, that you find this pretentious artistic interpretation cloyingly charming. Heh. One warning though, it is quite long for the unwary and, as previously said, it is of the old school rock genre that we rarely hear on the airwaves nowadays. I can still hear the Mat Rempits trying to nail the many rifts down. =)

When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained
But darling when I hold you, don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothing lasts forever and we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long, long time
Just trying to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go
And no one's really sure who's letting go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head just knowing that you were mine
All mine

So if you want to love me then darling don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walking in the cold November rain

Do you need some time... on your own
Do you need some time... all alone
Everybody needs some time... on their own
Don't you know you need some time... all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time... on my own
Sometimes I need some time... all alone
Everybody needs some time... on their own
Don't you know you need some time... all alone

And when your fears subside and shadows still remain
I know that you can love me when there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way
'Cause nothing lasts forever even cold November rain

Don't you think that you need somebody
Don't you think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

I Started a Joke

Yes, the truth is out. Because of my prudent attempt in my previous post to diffuse any potential lawsuits for indirectly persuading impressionable youngsters to be an IDIOT like me, I unwittingly exposed my diabolical agenda for this blog: this is my endeavour to be funny.

Alas, like most revolutionary geniuses, my words are seemingly devoid of any form of humour whatsoever, considering the hostile responses in the place of laughter (aside from a few polite sniggers) that should have ensued.

Either that, or the world is now bereft of any merriment to comprehend my wit.

Obviously the latter rationale is the more plausible one of the two, and therefore reminded me a classic ballad by the Bee Gees, although not as melodramatic. This is the perfect illustration of how great minds think so much alike, since it was rumoured that this song is inspired by Hitler's ideology (attention G-Sus). Talk about being open minded enough to see past the façades and adopt another's perception!

To those peculiar ones who do not acknowledge the Gibb brothers as one of the musical scene's trend-setters, if not one of the all-time greats, do not hesitate in clicking the 'play' button. This is an old school video when they were still in their harmonic soft rock phase. I must apologize to the shallow MTV generation though, for this clip is not much to look at, especially with the production quality that you are all so used to.

I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
But I didn’t see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
And I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I’d said.

Till I finally died, which started the whole world living,
Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
And I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I’d said.

Till I finally died, which started the whole world living,
Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me.

P.S. Rest in Peace Maurice. You are still remembered.

Dissolved Girl

How do you know you are in love?

Does one reason from the mind's constant lingering on the pined?
Does one relate the butterflies within? Or the comfort and security?
Does one describe how special that someone feels? Or how we do?
Does one narrate the physical reactions? Or the intellectual impression?
Does one elucidate the emotional sensations? Or the spiritual sentience?

Because I am. With her.

Shame, such a shame
I think I kind of lost myself again
Day, yesterday
Really should be leaving but I stay
Say, say my name
I need a little love to ease the pain
I need a little love to ease the pain
It's easy to remember when it came

'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You are not my saviour
But I still don't go
Feels like something
That I've done before
I could fake it
But I still want more

Fade, made to fade
Passion's overrated anyway
Say, say my name
I need a little love to ease the pain
I need a little love to ease the pain
It's easy to remember when it came

'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You are not my saviour
But I still don't go, oh
I feel live something
That I've done before
I could fake it
But I still want more, oh.

P.S. Can someone decipher this code and interpret the song? All I know is that I like it. =)

The Astonishment

Is it that hard to believe that I am who I claim to be? It must be the curse of my charming good looks and my chivalrous behaviour; for my assertions of my bad boy persona have only fallen onto deaf ears, or worse laughter and ridicule. All it reminds me of is this:

As I was saying, sure, I am straight edge, but that does not mean I lack a rebellious streak. I am an IDIOT, remember? In fact, I may actually exhibit behaviours illustrated in the strips below when I am in the company of reliable friends at times, although not necessarily with similar motives.

So, don’t overreact and cover your mouth when you discover through a tag that I actually have tattoos. Unfortunately, due to their ‘strategic’ locations, I can only show them personally than to attach images of them here, especially if I intend to maintain my U-rating to ensure that children of all ages and celibate nuns continue to find entertainment within this cyberspace. Therefore, if I have piqued your curiosity enough, all you have to do is ask.

Disclaimer: This post is a mere expression of personal traits and neither advocates any rebellious intentions towards any particular party nor attempt to instigate any potentially offensive activities that are illegal - or at least ill advised - in our bureaucratic society.

In all future entries within this humble blog, let it be known that this web waste aims to be a form of humour, not be a possible tumour. I concur that it is a challenge to smile at everything written here but remember; only the bright and witty ones do. The question is: are you one of them?