Part of your world

What would I give if I could live out of these waters,
What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand...

... Up (out) where they walk
Up (out) where they run
Up (out) where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of that world

...the Little Mermaid... (words in bracket added for dramatic effects :p)

Sigh! A friend is right . . . i got to stop listening to sad melancholic suicidal songs . . . but i can't . . . like a moth drawn to a flame . . . aarghh!!!!

Going home

No, this is not another mindless ranting about too much work - that's a fact of life, for me, for now, anyway.

Was talking to a friend earlier on what happens to us once we move on from this world - what waits for us over the other side? Is it determined by what we do on this side, here and now? I would like to think that but then there's just no guarantee, is there?

They say there's a place where dreams have all gone
They never said where but I think I know
It's miles through the night just over the dawn
on the road that will take me home

Love waits for me 'round the bend
Leads me endlessly on
Surely sorrows shall find their end
and all our troubles will be gone
And I'll know what I've lost
and all that I've won
when the road finally takes me home

...Going Home, Mary Fahl

waste

While driving to work today, a thought popped into my head - How do you know if you have wasted something if you don't know how much you have there is with you? If you have abundance of a certain thing and you give/spend away a little, you won't think it's wastage; like money. Yet, you only think you've wasted something when you want more, yet you got no more to take from. I tried to think how this applies to other aspects in terms of effort, time, love, even life.

Let's start with an easy one - How do you know or how can you tell if you've wasted time and effort in doing something? If you have all the time in the world, you won't think that you're wasting time sitting around doing nothing. Yet, it is only when you're pressed for time do you feel that you may have spent some unwisely- i.e. wasted. But then again, if you have all the time in the world and you spend all of them doing what you think was right and proper, you might still look back and see that you might or could have spent some differently. Is it only through hindsight that we'll recognise wastage?

If that is the case, what about love and life - does it mean that you won't know if you've wasted love and life until the day you've got no more to give? What happens then when you've got no more to give? Is that what happens when your life flashed before your eyes at that last moment - for you to determine if you've wasted what's given to you? Will regret be the last feeling I have before I die?

I must stop thinking such thoughts while driving ... I really don't know what to think.

Melancholic

As dusk sets in
and the sun has just gone over the horizon
the sky's getting dark
and yet the streetlights are not lighted
and the streets are all quiet...with not a single sound can be heard
as if the world has just stopped and turned it's back on you.

It's like everything's ending and there's nothing bright shining through ever again and it'll just get darker and darker and before you know it, everything's gone. It's pitch black and as much as you try to imagine and recall, you'll never be able to recollect how it was when it was bright and sunny and the world was such cheerful and wonderful.

Will you accept defeat and just let the darkness envelopes you totally? Or would you still run towards the setting sun, hoping against hope that you'll be able to reach it and there will be a glimmer of light for you, even if it's just a single ray of the sun?


Everything must change...nothing stays the same
Everyone must change...no one stays the same
The young become the old
And mysteries do unfold
Cause that's the way of time - nothing and no one goes unchanged
There are not many things in life you can be sure of
Except rain comes from the cloud
Sun lights up the sky
And butterflies do fly
And music makes me cry

VOLUBLOUS

I learned a new word today from a colleague - voluble. Checking the dictionary and thesaurus, it means vociferous, fluent, articulate, etc...

Derived from voluble is a new word I'm going to add to my vocabulary - volublous. No, this derivative word doesn't exist yet and you won't find it in any dictionary. So what does it mean?

Volublous = Voluble + "xxx"ous, eg
Volublous = Voluble + Glamorous, or
Volublous = Voluble + Envious, or
Volublous = Voluble + Ridicuous ...you get the meaning

I personally think it's a wonderful word to use. For example, when you see the Datin's and Puan Sri's having coffee with rocks on their fingers the size of your ipod earphones and they start talking loudly about their husbands' achievement and how well their children are excelling in school - you don't have to give them the stare - it's practically normal for them to talk that way, they are just being Volublous.

Of, if you ever meet one of those people who can't stop complaining (in a fake foreign accent too) about how bad your/the service is, how shopping overseas is much better than in KL, etc etc - again, you don't have to give them the stare or the finger...just say loudly behind them "I'm amazed, I've never met somebody so Volublous in my entire life".

Don't get me wrong, Volublous can also be used in a positive manner, such as, when you admire a colleague or a friend who can manage to talk their way out of problems/doing work, or convince the traffic cops not to give them a summons (although they were driving 120 in a 70 zone), they are just (altogether now...what's that word) ....Volublous