This song was a cover from 1967 by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood. But I didn't really like the original cause the guy's voice a bit off for me haha. And I prefer Andrea's voice too. Haha ok lar i admit lar i think andrea corr looks sexy, though i prefer her drummer sister(haha i bery chi ko peh wan). Sexinest is not how much meat u show, it's an attitude, an alluring charm that every girl possesses but know not off. Yeps sexiness is different from trashiness.Bleah=P The Corrs with Bono-Summer Wine
The Corrs-Summer Sunshine
Yes, both songs all summer, yeps like always I choose songs with something to say haha. The title for the poem was taken from a Song by the same name, nice title hahahah. The Sky is Blue and Sometimes Cries
The Sky is Blue and sometimes cries, Little Children flood the streets in spite of it, gazing at the Heavens, dancing in the dim lights. Without care, without pride, Their dreams take flight.
The Sky is Blue and sometimes cries, Floodgates burst and tears drown The sorrows of life abruptly disrupted Without a chance, without a fight Their silent screams echo at such a plight..
The Sky is Blue and sometimes cries, Famine Lands quenches their thirst, Rejoicing at the healing, singing in the living. Without sadness, without a cry Their laughter resound at such a sight.
The waters flow from azure beyonds to emerald lands, They do not care for the world what they feel. They wash all away. The life-bringing substance washes all pain and sorrow away. And then they leave without a trace as silently as they came. Summer Breezes and Summer Rain, Cerulean Skies and Lingering Dawn. They will return someday.
Well it's raining and pouring, so lame old me tot of the song "Blame it On the Weatherman" Muahahha. This group sounds quite fun wan. Blame it on the Weatherman
This was the song I was looking for when i found the waltz. I heard it first when I bought a jazz compilation CD. Strange that the song does exactly the opposite as its title. Didn't dare post this before, but now I guess it's the right time now. I understand. Still here for you, though I need time. Pray that all will be well as time goes by.
Been acting weird and my thoughts are irrational. Am afraid that i'll continue asking for unreasonable things and acting worst. If i carry on like this, i'll hurt you and then me. This battered and bruised soldier, 3Sg W K Boey, is now in serious need of rest. But if u need me, u know how to find me. Will always answer to the call of duty for honour. Hope you like this song Loving This Way-Collin Raye and Bobbie Eakes
Hey hey, update on my life, gonna be busy so dun think i'll have much time to blog, not tat anyone reads it anyway. Wellz, I'm now the new Project Director for NVAC MINDS @ YCK. Hope things will go well, Pray for me Pls. Need Wisdom and also more volunteers.
Have a new comm, Have some really great people on board my team and also some that are reluctant, It is quite sad. I hope that as time goes by, we will be more bonded and that God will melt our hearts together. I hope that we will all enjoy this opportunity to serve.
Found this video, memories of the show still flood my mind and I still grin as such. Fantasy or Memory,does it matter. Reality is such that I can't tell the difference. The show was fantastic and the company too. Perhaps one day I'll be like the prince and Odette, having a happy fairy tale romance.(although this is not the actual ending intended by the writer)But I know I muz be like Odile in the end. Haha I know sounds quite sentimental right, well I am.
Thank You Lord for making tonight so wonderful. Everything was better than perfect. This Song says all I have to say.
I dun noe how tomorrow will be, I dun noe where we will go from here. I dun even noe how we will be or whatever will happen. But at least for tonight, I have you by my side. What a wonderful delight. Sleep tight, Good Night.
Dun noe how it will be or where we will walk, but Lord, our heavenly father, guide us in Your will Thank you My treasured Princess Peaches and Cream
I Don’t know what to say now I Don’t know where to start I Don’t know how to handle A complicated heart
You tell me you are leaving But I just have to say Before you throw it all away
Chorus: Even if you want to go alone I will be waiting when you’re coming home If you need someone to ease the pain You can lean on me, my love will still remain
Don’t know what you’re thinking To me it seems quite tough To hold a conversation When words are not enough
So this is your decision And there’s, nothing I can do I can only say to you
Chorus: Even if you want to go alone I will be waiting when you’re coming home If you need someone to ease the pain You can lean on me, my love will still remain
If this is your decision And there’s, nothing I can do I can only say to you
Even if you want to go alone I will be waiting when you’re coming home If you need someone to ease the pain You can lean on me, my love will still remain
Even if you want to go alone I will still love you when tomorrow comes When you need someone to ease the pain You can lean on me, my love will still remain
孫燕姿&蔡健雅 - 原點-- eh I also like cheena songs wan juz tat most i like now hard to find
I think this is the shortest short I have written. It is also one of the hardest cuz I dun noe how to write it. I dun even noe if it is good or whether it makes sense. Anyhouse it does say what I'd been thinking for a long time. Wellz, hope you'd enjoy this one. EHz I noe the story quite Emo. Some parts I take is from my memory and some from my fantasy. But the story is still fiction. Yeps, enjoy.
Photographs
There she was all adorned in splendor, I will never forget how she looked that night. I gazed into her eyes as I stood mesmerised there and then. Her long flowing gown with a divine aura of beauty that simply beguiles all the young men touched by her grace. I held her hand through silky long gloves that covered her delicate and ethereal hands so soft that it brings comfort to all it touches. Through her winsome smile she blesses all that turn their eyes her way. These memories flood me as I held those photographs in my hand. I love her so.
Three months has passed since that enchanting evening of magical song and dance. The bewitching evening is now but a fraction of my memory and it lingers on there leaving me completely spellbound. All my life I have spent imagining the most wonderful of nights and now that it has come and passed, I can only say that it was much better than my imagination. The difference between reality and fantasy is that in fantasy, there is a lack of details and also there is a script. You may deny this, but often in our fantasies, we know what is going to happen. The sad truth of memories is that as time passes, they too become lacking in details.
I looked at another photograph of the beautiful times we had. It was a photograph of two sleepy people hand in hand sitting by the light of the moon. We were happy as can be doing nothing together. The photograph was taken using a hand phone with its low resolution. Although the picture is blurry at some places, it is still possible to distinguish our smiles and also the backdrop. We were there by the fountain where lights shoot forth and burst into a spectacular myriad of colours.
Fantasies are beautiful in that it is not reality. We can often defy all rules of nature and make our own. Our world without pain nor decadence, a world thriving with loveliness and live. Reality is such that it is hard to create a perfect moment as everything is susceptible to chance. However, there is something else that can create a perfect moment in the most unplanned circumstance. Memory, on the other hand, is often that which we hold dearly. Whatever that is most emotionally intense, they become remembered with greater assurance, though they may contain false traces of magic that resulted from fantasies.
I remembered by the waterfall when she looked straight into my eyes and asked me, “If I fall into the river, would you come and rescue me?”. That was the most intense moment in my life and I remembered it with absolute vividness. Being a fool, I tried to ease the tension by joking about being inept at swimming and such. With anger and eyes that burn through the soul much worst than brimstones, she glared at me. “You'd better”, she said. Not wanting to lose this perfect moment, I said, “You know I would.” Then and there a grin lit up her face and no words was spoken.
It's been three months again. We have gone our own separate ways. Strange as fate have it, that I carry these photos with me. I met her once and showed it to her then. She couldn't recall. Everything seem to be just a fraction of my imagination.The photographs I have have also begun their toll to time. Every detail seems sketchy, everything captured slowly seeps out its borders
Now I ask, what is the difference between what is real and what is imagined. Fantasies and memories of reality, they all seem to blur into a fuzzy twirl. If in the end, everyone forgets what had happened but you, and that you seem to be the only person affected by it, did it really happened? Can you affirm that it is real and not just another imagined story?
Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Primary School(92-97)
Presbyterian High School (98-2001)
Pioneer Junior College (2002-2003)
2 yrs lost in time
Nus Fass(2006-
D.O.B 15031985
