Bonjour

Little town, it's a quiet village
Every day like the one before
Little town full of little people
Waking up to say:
Bonjour!
...Belle, Beauty & The Beast


A view from the office....I can see this every morning yet I sleep in....good trade you think?

Reflections

I love this song, be it the Lea or the Christina version. If you know me and who/what I am, maybe you'll know why.

But then again, we all have skeletons in our closets (although some closets are bigger than others), don't we?
What does your reflection show you?
Can you recognise who that is staring straight back at you?

Look at me
You may think you see who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day, is as if I play apart
Now I see if I wear a mask
I can fool the world but I can not fool my heart

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight, back at me
Why is my reflection someone I don't know
Somehow I cannot hide, who I am though I've tried.
When will my reflection show who I am inside.
Must I pretend that I'm Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show who I am inside?

...Reflections from Mulan (Lea Salonga/Christina Aguilera) <-- if only they will do a duet of this song :)

Way back when...Ribena was

This came to mind while drinking Ribena a while ago...

I can vaguely remember a time when the smallest of treats can trigger great excitement...even something as simple as a new mechanical pencil or a soft serve ice cream cone from the corner 7-11. Perhaps it's due to the fact that even such small treats were hard to come by back then and the thought of getting one was just pure delight.

Well, that was way back when...nowadays, I don't even bat an eyelid from misplacing a white gold ring studded with loose diamonds (I know it's not like a "double-digit carat" rock, but they are diamonds anyhow, small as they be).

Way back then...Ribena was a treat for which I will savour every last drop, now I gulp them down like plain water.

So much has changed since then, should I be worried at what I am turning into? Should I be scared

Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older,
When did they?

Sunrise, sunset,
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

.....Sunrise, sunset; Fiddler on the Roof