I am flying off soon to the land of Kangeroos!
I want to
hug a Koala,
set my sights on the horizon atop blue mountains,
Learn the ancient art of aboriginal painting,
Sing at the Sydney Opera House,
Taste my first drop of wine at Tyrell's,
Stay up till unearthly hours to chat with my dear room mates Althea and Pu En =D,
Re-enact Mr Bean's eating oyster scene with Huang Sui,
Address everyone as "mate",
fill my camera with a thousand photos,
But I would like to get back home as soon as I can too.

I don't want to live on the moon

Written by Jeff Moss
1978 Festival Attractions, Inc. (ASCAP)
Sung by Ernie (Jim Henson)

Well, I'd like to visit the moon
On a rocket ship high in the air
Yes, I'd like to visit the moon
But I don't think I'd like to live there
Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above
I would miss all the places and people I love
So although I might like it for one afternoon
I don't want to live on the moon

I'd like to travel under the sea
I could meet all the fish everywhere
Yes, I'd travel under the sea
But I don't think I'd like to live there
I might stay for a day there if I had my wish
But there's not much to do when your friends are all fish
And an oyster and clam aren't real family
So I don't want to live in the sea

I'd like to visit the jungle, hear the lions roar
Go back in time and meet a dinosaur
There's so many strange places I'd like to be
But none of them permanently

So if I should visit the moon
Well, I'll dance on a moonbeam and then
I will make a wish on a star
And I'll wish I was home once again
Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above
I would miss all the places and people I love
So although I may go I'll be coming home soon
'Cause I don't want to live on the moon
No, I don't want to live on the moon



Ah yes... There's nothing like home... I will be missing all the places and people I love.
Adios my amigos!

So it's Australia for me in about 2 days time,
it would be interesting to see how it differs from the previous trip I made there with my family.
Somehow, the reality of my departure has yet to sink in.
Vague sense of excitment though.

I am so sure this holiday is going to be over before I know it too...
It's like you're given a lollipop but you're sure it'd disappear the moment you lick it.
lol, I have a sweet tooth.

The beauty of Enya's songs is impeccable.

Anywhere Is
Artist: Enya
Album: The memory of trees

I walk the maze of moments
But everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning
But never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
And there I find another
It all seems so surprising
And then I find that I know

Chorus:
You go there youre gone forever
I go there Ill lose my way
If we stay here were not together
Anywhere is

The moon upon the ocean
Is swept around in motion
But without ever knowing
The reason for its flowing
In motion on the ocean
The moon still keeps on moving
The waves still keep on waving
And I still keep on going

Chorus

I wonder if the stars sign
The life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine
Enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
But night has clouded over
No spark of constellation
No vela no orion

The shells upon the warm sands
Have taken from their own lands
The echo of their story
But all I hear are low sounds
As pillow words are weaving
And willow waves are leaving
But should I be believing
That I am only dreaming

Chorus

To leave the thread of all time
And let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find
The way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
Begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
Its either this or that way
Its one way or the other
It should be one direction
It could be on reflection
The turn I have just taken
The turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end.

Is it true, what we have professed?
Until we have captured each other's hearts,
Unless we truly embrace each other the way we have so freely promised,
there will be no pride,
for we will realise, we went through hell alone.

I am sorry.
It was so painful for us all.
We have to be strong.

This morning's events have taught me that the natural human condition deems most, if not all, of man's political ideology nothing but a fairy-dust potful of wishful thinking.
If anything, blatant proof of the complete non-existence of a supposed cornerstone belief has been nothing less than a slap in the face for me.

Absence of plausible alternatives compells me to embrace the status quo with the patience of a saint, the generous vision breadth of an eagle, and arguably, the foolhardiness of an ass.

Evaluation of the validity of such vehemence is not within the perrogative of persons with presumably dismal or obsolete insight into the matter.
Ultimately, when exasperation results from the avalanche of recent substantiation of the disparity between effort and harvest- with either end of the spectrum being equally antagonising, what we have inevitably, is a lemon.

What if effort does not translate into harvest!?
We fought so long,
we fought so hard,
but the green mean fighting machines snitched it from right under our noses in the end.

Water from the eyes drowned the salt from their sweat.
what if effort does not translate to harvest!?

There was yellow in the field every day of the week, every week of all those months.
I daren't say I know,
but I saw yellow in the field even after the Victorian's anthem had been sung twice.
Once before 4.45,
once more 95 min later.
Was there no sweat
and blood
and tears?

They felt it, and we felt it too,
the flood of emotions, then the flood of tears...
Red saw yellow every one of those 4.45 afternoons.
Yet who were we to say we understood?

You don't need to understand emotion to feel it.

It was match support today, so it was "see how fast you can run from one end of the school to the other" for me again.
SMUN briefing at 4.oopm brought bad news- position paper is due today. lol Jolyn if you're reading this on the 14th May, then we both have been naughty! =P

The best match so far, for the red shirts I reckon.
we hit a reasonable high before the first goal-traditionally the floodgates to wild crowd cheering.
The fun part came when somehow we ended with a super-short debrief and some bickering that followed resulted in a "cartwheel competition" featuring a challenged issued by Audrey to Aravind.

Audrey: *does a beautiful cartwheel*
the rest: *cheers and praises, then looks to Aravind*
~ Long pause~
Aravind: "Okay, I need some time"
~Long pause~
Aravind: *Strangled yelp, palms on ground, legs lifted and swung side-ways before crashing on butt*
the rest: * hysterical laughter*

seriously man, that was one thing that could have found a spot in "jokers of the year!"


lolol... random, funny stuff aside, Happy Birthday to my blog!

May you live long,
and grow strong with a healthy diet of posts!

Someone once told me that lyrics-based posts are most mundane and boring. Putting this one on my already humble blog must be an overkill then.
Perhaps lyrics are far more revealing than the normal "rantings/random stuff- based" posts are.
The feeling one gets sometimes, that a song is almost like the floodgates of one's soul. The lyrics coinciding so much and so closely to heartfelt sentiments that listening to it feels like the singer is singing your heart out for you.

This is one that's especially close to my heart now.
I give you...



From the inside out

by Hillsong United
album: United We Stand (2006)

A thousand times I've failed
Still Your mercy remains And should I stumble again
I'm caught in Your grace
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
Your will above all else
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing You praise
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out
Lord let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love you from the inside out
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart
Is to bring You praise
From the inside out
Lord my soul cries out

Getting excited about the Aussie trip.
It would really be a trip dedicated to relaxation and rejuvenation.
Three cheers for my group members:
Kenny,
Poline,
Jay
and Huang Sui!
Looking forward to more crazy moments together on Aussie soil!

Vegemite! =D

It usually starts with a walk from the gates of the school,
both of you know each other,
pretty well.
Maybe not so well, anyway,both of you started chatting.

It was a healthy chatter,
the occasional laugh,
the thoughtful silences,
the healthy, robust atmosphere.
Such good friends...

As always, the bus-stop approaches,
sub-consciously, the walking stops at the first bus-stop bench.
The talking continues.
"What bus are you taking?"
"Oh, 55. You?"
Really, really close friends...

All was fine and dandy, until
your bus chigga-chuggas its way from the distance.
"yay, my bus is here"
The bus arrives.
You get on the bus.
The door closes.

And here is THE moment!
THE phenomena occurs again!
Through the glass windows, you turn to see that very close, very good friend.
You smile,
and wave.

The friend looks everywhere else but at you.

Here, perhaps the bus would stop for longer than usual.
Aha! Now you are sure your friend would turn sooner or later and catch your eye and the both of you can bid each other goodbye.
But the friend will look resolutely at everywhere else, but you.

So much for the scenario illustration, but it really always happens.
It's one phenomena I can't comprehend.
Why does everyone always deliberately look away?
It's like there is this unspoken agreement that once one steps onto a bus, both parties are not to look and acknowledge each other until they are back in school the next day.
It doesn't even matter who gets up the bus, or if it's two people, or a group of people, or close friends, or hi-bye friends.
It happens all the time.

The change is almost scary,
the resolutely blank facial expression unsettling.
It's sad when you realise how totally different things are, almost instantaneously,
how things can leap from one end of the spectrum, to the other within seconds.
It makes me think about superficiality, about facades, and about bad-ends to masquerades where the mask is taken off accidentally, carelessly, unskillfully and a little too quickly, moments before the dancers leave the stage.

The fleeting moment where the most familiar of faces become those of a stranger.
Tell me, I don't understand it.

Or am I the only one who looks?