Thanks for making me a fighter.

Hellos!!! I'm back! =) N be going away soon. Hahahaz.

I'm thinking of something. Can't help thinking of something. But it's something that you can only think and think and NEVER know the answer. So dumb.

Lotsa things don't matter now. Just gonna take it easy and slow down now.

***

Raspberry is beautiful, cute and NICE in photos!!! But it's so sour. With bad texture. Hmmm...

I like how I spent my night. This is how life should be! Free and easy like you've got ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD to do every PUNY thing. Like you finally got to take a REAL look around the damned city you're living in. Like it doesn't matter even if you miss the last TRAIN for there's always some other way back. Like the seas never changed the last time you sat there. Like the couples are always doing somethings around the same old corners. Like the night is always busy along certain streets. N you, being one of those wandering beings.. taking your own sweet time, allowing the world to spin around you. N you just stay put. In a nice cosy cafe, with a pleasant friend, enjoying the SLOWEST pace of LIfe!!! Just like that! =)

Wonderful wonderful Night. One of the best of the best!

I'm so afraid it will be another long time before I get to where I am now again. I hate things to repeat in some manner.. and being put through all those stuffs.

Nevermind.. Smile!!! =)

***

Somethings don't need closure. Somethings don't need acknoledgement. Somethings don't have to know.

I'll just shut up and live my life!

Ask if I'm generally happy today?

YES.

=)

I hate a SAD LIFE!!! DAMn it.

PaThetiC little Thing thAt is InsiGNificANtly SmAll. PunY Lil' THiNG. FORceD tO thE EdGE. FlEecED upOn.

***

Swallow every shit, since it's the end that matters.

FUCk!!! =) =) =)

***

SAD LIFE!

lol.

There are some things that still make me feel weary. Whenever these issues suddenly appear, my heart just falls to somewhere I can't seem to find.

Sometimes it's just weird that I enjoy talking to some arsehole strangers rather than friends or aquaintances. Perhaps because strangers start off a conversation with a clean sheet- you do not know what to expect, so you can expect alot, or just nothing. While friends, you have plenty of "history" with. Everything has been smudged with clashes of ideology now and then.

With strangers, everything is light-hearted. Even if you know they are really some arseholes and that nothing from them can ever be taken seriously, you do get something nice outta the conversation.

***

I feel really weary when after what seems like forever, people still do not understand anything about you at all. This makes me doubt the way I express myself. This makes me doubt the person's understanding. This makes me doubt ever trusting anyone at all.

I guess this all explains why I've been retreating into my own shadow. I talk less. I've stopped expressing most of my views. I just let my smiles or simple acknowledgements dismiss any possibilities of really speaking up. Without speaking, my face can well beguile anything from the most neutral of things to the most negative nature of matters.

***

Two years ago, this lonely old woman came and talk to me at ECP. I remembered she was a rather respectable lady who has lost her superiority through the years. She used to be a principal of some school and her kids left her for their own lives. She was well-fed and well taken care of since she had a maid, who seems to treat her fine, with her.

At that time, I was amazed at how she could just open up to me- some loser kid in ECP after school. She seemed so revived after our conversation and the way she bade farewell to me seems like she knew cannot expect anything from this newly formed, tender, friendship.

She poured almost her lifetime to me without reserves, and asked for nothing in return. I guess she was wise enough to know that nobody could give her any solace.

A wise lady and I wish her well.

***

I guess there's a boundary for everything. Certain things you can just shut up and get over, certain things you just needa do something for the sake of any future at all. In the end, whether anybody understands your thinking or actions, I guess it doesn't matter. For you only have to account to yourself and people who love you.

Whiskey Lullaby
(feat. Alison Krauss)

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

[1st Chorus]
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

[2nd Chorus]
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

My favourite Folksong is this...

SANTA LUCIA (Neapolitan Lyrics)

Sul mare luccica l’astro d’argento.
Placida è l’onda. Prospero è il vento.
Sul mare luccica, l’astro d’argento.
Placida è l’onda. Prospero è il vento.
Venite all’agile, barchetta mia,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.
Venite all’agile, barchetta mia,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.

Con questo zeffiro, così soave,
Oh, com’è bello star sulla nave!
Con questo zeffiro, così soave,
Oh, com’è bello star sulla nave!
Su passegieri! Venite via!
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Su passegieri! Venite via!
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

In fra le tende, bandir la cena
In una sera così serena,
In fra le tende, bandir la cena
In una sera così serena,
Chi non dimanda, chi non desia.
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.
Chi non dimanda, chi non desia.
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.

Mare si placida, vento si caro,
Scordar fa i triboli al marinaro,
Mare si placida, vento si caro,
Scordar fa i triboli al marinaro,
E va gridando con allegria,
“Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!”
E va gridando con allegria,
“Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!”

O dolce Napoli, o suol beato,
Ove sorridere volle il creato,
O dolce Napoli, o suol beato,
Ove sorridere volle il creato,
Tu sei impero dell’armonia,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.
Tu sei impero dell’armonia,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.

Or che tardate? Bella è la sera.
Spira un’auretta fresca e leggiera.
Or che tardate? Bella è la sera.
Spira un’auretta fresca e leggiera.
Venite all’agile, barchetta mia,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.
Venite all’agile, barchetta mia,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.

***

SANTA LUCIA (English translation)

Over the sea shines a silver star.
Placid is the wave. Fair is the wind.
Over the sea shines a silver star.
Placid is the wave. Fair is the wind.
Come to my swift little boat,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.
Come to my swift little boat,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.

With this zephyr so gentle,
Oh, how fine it is to be on the ship!
With this zephyr so gentle,
Oh, how fine it is to be on the ship!
Get aboard, passengers! Come this way!
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Get aboard, passengers! Come this way!
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

To eat supper among the sails
On an evening that’s so serene,
To eat supper among the sails
On an evening that’s so serene,
That doesn’t need anything, that doesn’t lack anything.
Santa Lucia. Santa Lucia.
That doesn’t need anything, that doesn’t lack anything.
Santa Lucia. Santa Lucia.

A sea so placid, a breeze so delightful,
Makes the mariner forget his troubles,
A sea so placid, a breeze so delightful,
Makes the mariner forget his troubles,
And he goes crying merrily,
“Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!”
And he goes crying merrily,
“Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!”

Oh, sweet Naples, oh, blessed soil,
Where Creation wanted to smile,
Oh, sweet Naples, oh blessed sun,
Where Creation wanted to smile,
You are the empire of harmony,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.
You are the empire of harmony,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.

Now why do you tarry? Fair is the evening.
It breathes a little breeze, fresh and light.
Now why do you tarry? Fair is the evening.
It breathes a little breeze, fresh and light.
Come to my swift little boat,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.
Come to my swift little boat,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia

***

I remember the first time I heard this song is from Looney Tunes. LOL. Bugs bunny sang while rowing a boat down the river with his girlfren. Hahaz. So cute.

I've found out that this song is an Italian folk song that is translated into many languages. =)




Refer to: Santa Lucia Lyrics & Origin


Lovely! =)