Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
August 10, 2007
August 9, 2007
My Love Will Get You Home
If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.
If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.
If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home.
When there's only you to blame, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home,
Boy, my love will get you home.
If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.
If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home.
When there's only you to blame, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home,
Boy, my love will get you home.
August 8, 2007
All about 溏心風暴
Very memorable & meaningful quotes from the show:
大契： 唔好對號入座！總之邊個做過自己心知肚明！
大契： 我話係就係，唔駛證據！呢度唔係法庭，唔需要證據，我對眼就係證據！
大契： 我睇人睇左幾廿年，邊個係人，邊個係鬼，我睇得到！
大鮑： 有口也是和，無口也是禾，大家要和和氣氣。
細鮑： 甜的吃，苦的吃，酸的也要吃！ （大鮑：你再唔講實話，屎也有得你吃）
The Song for the movie is very nice too..
心领
作曲：邓智伟
填词：陈诗慧
主唱：林峰 钟嘉欣
峰：
或许恋爱都只有烟火那刻的璀璨，
如此简单，快乐不多于一晚。
内心总有限束缚怎可不惊叹，
然后发现情或许转淡。
欣：
越讨好你就换来伤心痛哭多一晚，
如此贪玩，厌旧贪新我心淡，
是否早注定体贴都不会得到称赞，
怕热爱已退减。
合：谁愿稀罕这愛情，从未甘心因我转性，其实清楚这过程，就算牺牲不会高兴，已心领。
峰：
什么恋爱的感觉始终有它的限期，
随心欢喜，放任心中不止你，
受种种责备，逼我放肆敷衍你，
其实已尽全力喜欢你。
欣：
并不必暗示感觉一早已熄，多得你，
从今天起，我亦不稀罕等你，
独身的趣味不怕即使抱拥得空气，
我亦懒去记起～
峰：谁愿稀罕这愛情，
(合)从未甘心因我转性，其实清楚这过程，就算牺牲不会高兴，已心领。
合：谁愿稀罕这愛情，从未甘心因我转性，
（峰）其实清楚我知，无谓去缠住我，无谓再去打听，已心领。
（欣）其实清楚这过程，就算牺牲不会高兴，已心领。
合：无谓发现情或许转淡，无谓发现情或许转淡～
August 7, 2007
August 6, 2007
Getting this Phone
Introducing the SE P1i...
Am trying to get this... Can anyone who sees this contribute to the "Gimme a P1i" Fund
Thank you
Ode to my Dad
I just don't know how to tell people how close we were and it's getting to me really bad.
I just don't know if I can get through this.
I went through the motions of talking with my close frenz, and talking about a lot of stuff.
I swear I could hear myself talking but it wasn't really me. There was a distance between my actions and my brain, as if I was in someone else's movie.
Then I decided to call shirls. We talked for a short while and I then told her about my emotions. She told me that I didn't have to hide it and that it might be difficult, blah blah blah. And then it happened, the tears started to flow out of my gut amidst noises whose volume I don't remember nor did I care. It was when I said to her that I wanted other people to know what it was like to grow up with such a family. And yet my father, he could provide seamlessly for this family and yet teach us little lessons about life with his hokkien, mandarin and malay mixture.
Those words took about a millennium to come out, they were interspersed with tears. It felt good. My father had been ill for the past 2 years plus and during that time I had experienced a great deal of sadness but no tears, now they were flowing.
I did not get a chance to speak at my father's memorial service but it was a important and powerful experience.
The tears flowed easily at the cremation The biggest impact happened at the point of the coffin entering the oven. I felt the presence of my father. The feelings over-whelmed me and caused me a grief I cannot cope. I was over whelmed immensely at this point
I read somewhere before that Men tend to have an easier time in connecting their grief with their action due to many reasons one of which is that men have a harder time in connecting their emotions with words. Women on the other hand have great skill in this arena and are usually more drawn to connecting their pain, tears, and grief on a verbal level to their most intimate friends and family. It needs to be said that each person's grief is unique to them and by separating men and women we are in dangerous territory. There are general differences in the way men and women grieve but there are probably more individual differences.
Today, 7 days after his death, I continued trudging on this path, they called living ,lost for direction but only with a sole purpose of providing for my family. I had the opportunity to pen something down during the wake. A short prose but looking for an ending.
A Father's touch,A grieving son,
You're greatly missed.
An empty house, An empty chair,
A father's love no longer there.
A broken heart, Tears filled eyes,
Another soul to fill the sky.
Many memories in my mind,
Some I laughed, Some I cried.
The times we shared,
The laughs we had,
Things I missed when I think of you Dad.
Realizing that's all I have to hold on too,
Only memories, Of what once was you.
Missing your laughter that I will never again hear.
That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.
No more smile on your face,
No more warmth of your embrace.
The last hug that was never to be,
The last goodbye spoken 3 weeks ago
The final "goodbye" uttered, leaves me with one last wish...
To have you, Dad, here today,
Never ever to leave your son this way.
Death for one ought not mean death for two.
We cannot die of grief unless we will it to be so.
Love requires us to love life as still,
Lest love be less than life and death are due.
but i dunno how to plug the tears from flowing.
UPDATE
Each time i read this, i tear uncontrollably...
I just don't know if I can get through this.
I went through the motions of talking with my close frenz, and talking about a lot of stuff.
I swear I could hear myself talking but it wasn't really me. There was a distance between my actions and my brain, as if I was in someone else's movie.
Then I decided to call shirls. We talked for a short while and I then told her about my emotions. She told me that I didn't have to hide it and that it might be difficult, blah blah blah. And then it happened, the tears started to flow out of my gut amidst noises whose volume I don't remember nor did I care. It was when I said to her that I wanted other people to know what it was like to grow up with such a family. And yet my father, he could provide seamlessly for this family and yet teach us little lessons about life with his hokkien, mandarin and malay mixture.
Those words took about a millennium to come out, they were interspersed with tears. It felt good. My father had been ill for the past 2 years plus and during that time I had experienced a great deal of sadness but no tears, now they were flowing.
I did not get a chance to speak at my father's memorial service but it was a important and powerful experience.
The tears flowed easily at the cremation The biggest impact happened at the point of the coffin entering the oven. I felt the presence of my father. The feelings over-whelmed me and caused me a grief I cannot cope. I was over whelmed immensely at this point
I read somewhere before that Men tend to have an easier time in connecting their grief with their action due to many reasons one of which is that men have a harder time in connecting their emotions with words. Women on the other hand have great skill in this arena and are usually more drawn to connecting their pain, tears, and grief on a verbal level to their most intimate friends and family. It needs to be said that each person's grief is unique to them and by separating men and women we are in dangerous territory. There are general differences in the way men and women grieve but there are probably more individual differences.
Today, 7 days after his death, I continued trudging on this path, they called living ,lost for direction but only with a sole purpose of providing for my family. I had the opportunity to pen something down during the wake. A short prose but looking for an ending.
A Father's touch,A grieving son,
You're greatly missed.
An empty house, An empty chair,
A father's love no longer there.
A broken heart, Tears filled eyes,
Another soul to fill the sky.
Many memories in my mind,
Some I laughed, Some I cried.
The times we shared,
The laughs we had,
Things I missed when I think of you Dad.
Realizing that's all I have to hold on too,
Only memories, Of what once was you.
Missing your laughter that I will never again hear.
That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.
No more smile on your face,
No more warmth of your embrace.
The last hug that was never to be,
The last goodbye spoken 3 weeks ago
The final "goodbye" uttered, leaves me with one last wish...
To have you, Dad, here today,
Never ever to leave your son this way.
Death for one ought not mean death for two.
We cannot die of grief unless we will it to be so.
Love requires us to love life as still,
Lest love be less than life and death are due.
but i dunno how to plug the tears from flowing.
UPDATE
Each time i read this, i tear uncontrollably...
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