Saturday, July 31, 2010

Friday, July 23, 2010

Gently as She Goes

Another beautiful song by Robin Wright Penn. Lips, ripe as the berries in June Red the rose, red the rose Skin, pale as the light of the moon Gently as she goes... Eyes, blue as the sea and the sky Water flows, water flows Heart, burning like fire in the night Gently as she goes... La, la la la la la la La la la, la la la La, la la la la la la Gently as she goes....

A Hero comes Home

Beowulf. A beautiful story with sad ending. I fall in love with this one. *** Just wait though wide he may roam Always, a hero comes home... He goes where no one has gone But always, a hero comes home... He knows of places unknown But always, a hero comes home... He goes where no one has gone But always, a hero comes home...

Thursday, July 22, 2010

China Roses

I am pretty sure you will remember what I have said before. This is one of my favourite songs, from album "Paint the Sky with Stars", Track #7: China Roses. Coincidentally, 7 is my favourite number and rose is my favourite flower. Do you remember the Holland rose? It is bigger than the usual rose with deep crimson red petals.  When it is my time, I want it to be decked in cheerful colours, in red and pink, not white. Who says it must be all serious, sad and sombre? *** Everyone has their own ideas of Heaven. What creates the beauty of the world is the love we have for it, connected to memories, wishes, desires. For each of us it is a different treasure we embrace - a changing sky, the crimson flower of the Keys of Heaven, a love token, the endless delight of fairy-tales, the ever-shifting pictures of our world that we find in the words of poets. For each one of us a different love becomes our own woo of dreams. ~Roma Ryan

Friday, July 9, 2010


I never fully understand the meaning of this poem during my secondary school days when my Literature teacher shares it with us. Now it speaks volume.

Leisure (by W. H. Davies)

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Life's Journey

Just one week ago, I receive news of the passing of a senior who used to stay in the same hostel as myself during my early schooling days. News has it bad that he has been fighting a battle with leukamia, one in which he obviously lose to, and is forced to leave for the rainbow land, leaving behind his wife and a one year old son. A quick calculation tells me that he is at most 37 years of age, still so young. Even though I do not know him very well, just a hi-bye friend, I am greatly saddened by this piece of tragic report because he is someone real and I do know him.

Another piece of sad news. I chat with a long lost hostel friend the night before and mention to him in passing the departure of this common friend. He tells me that he understands because early this year he has lost someone very dear to him. "Who?" I ask him. "My wife," he replies. OMG.. I am at a loss for words. He told me it was a sudden death, no one in the family unexpect it at all. Cause of death is massive stroke to brain. And the doctors could not provide a good enough reason for the whys as his wife has always been in the pink of health. My friend remembers with clarity the events leading to the wife's collapse on that fateful day; they had dinner as usual, afterwhich his wife complained of a really bad headache. He sends her to the hospital A&E...unfortunately, one way trip in which his beloved 34 year old wife never return from. I am terribly affected by his sharing. I read his blog, all the entries he dedicates to his wife. I feel his loss, so fresh; feel his pain, so raw; feel his sufferings, so excruciatingly agonizing. So sad so terribly sad.

Life. We all behave as if we will live indefinitely, but in reality, we are walking towards death with each passing day, from the moment we are born. The only difference between those who are diagnosed with cancer versus those who are healthy is that these people have a known number tagged to their remaining lifespan; as for the rest of us, it is just an unknown number.

The demise of my friend's wife is yet another gentle reminder for us, to treasure and to cherish what we have at present. Our loved ones...