So... for those who have no idea, I am totally loving listening to the Ten Tenors (and am going to see them LIVE on July 31st with my parents !)
Those of you who haven't heard of them, click here to find out what all the fuss is about. They are amazing and no they aren't just classical, they sing covers of classic melodic songs... beegees classics, beach boys classics, Queen classics, songs from soundtracks, Simon and Garfunkel classics, abba classics... and my favourite - Beatles classics!
Check out on their downloads section, them singing "bohemian rhapsody" ... remarkable.
Ok, so back to the topic.. As I've listed to my many cds and dvds of the Ten Tenors, I've started to fall in love with the old classics they are singing and funnily enough, listening to them, has inspired me to listen to the original versions of the songs and I've found that somehow I've loved the original versions of the songs as much as the magical remakes! Incredible.
There's this one song by the Beatles called "In my life" that has really struck a chord with me... the lyrics are:
There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
there is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
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The words of this song sit so well with me. Sir Paul McCartney and John Lennon hit the nail on the head with this heartfelt song. I can't write any more on this because there are no words to say what I want to get across. Just that, let these lyrics resonate for a while... I wonder if you see what I see...
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
New post...
New post...
So I'm sitting here... ok so I'm actually laying on my bed in front of the heater with all the lights on in my place trying to figure out what on earth to write here. I wrote for a while in my paper journal today and found it to be amazing. I had so many revelations but I feel like writing them again here would be like cheating in an exam. It would be taking the easy path to copy what I've already written so I won't. Instead, I will talk about something else.
You may notice as you read this that when I talk about stuff I don't refer to the Bible much if at all... There is a reason for this believe it or not. I want to write here from pure emotion. I don't want to substantiate my case unless by whats in my head. I don't want to write entries that are backed by evidence... If I write something deep, it is because I am myself, musing with an idea. Pondering some kind of thought. There's a time and a place for everything and I write so much "calculated" stuff and stuff that I need to back up with hardcore evidence... but this place isn't the place for that. I started this blog to be able to just have the freedom to write. If what I write is nonsense, then so-be-it, but I have come to know that I just need to write and that is enough.
I am sure that there will be glimpses of brilliance here and there. For now though, I am here, standing on my soapbox... look out world.
So I'm sitting here... ok so I'm actually laying on my bed in front of the heater with all the lights on in my place trying to figure out what on earth to write here. I wrote for a while in my paper journal today and found it to be amazing. I had so many revelations but I feel like writing them again here would be like cheating in an exam. It would be taking the easy path to copy what I've already written so I won't. Instead, I will talk about something else.
You may notice as you read this that when I talk about stuff I don't refer to the Bible much if at all... There is a reason for this believe it or not. I want to write here from pure emotion. I don't want to substantiate my case unless by whats in my head. I don't want to write entries that are backed by evidence... If I write something deep, it is because I am myself, musing with an idea. Pondering some kind of thought. There's a time and a place for everything and I write so much "calculated" stuff and stuff that I need to back up with hardcore evidence... but this place isn't the place for that. I started this blog to be able to just have the freedom to write. If what I write is nonsense, then so-be-it, but I have come to know that I just need to write and that is enough.
I am sure that there will be glimpses of brilliance here and there. For now though, I am here, standing on my soapbox... look out world.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Self Confessed Movie Addict
"Once upon a time..."
I have found that I've collected about 40-50 movies in the past 4 months... actually probably more! And the common theme ? Romantic comedy ! For the most part anyway! I know... I'm becoming more and more girly every day! Oh dear.... *sighs*
I love movies... Is there a group that meets called "M.A" ?! MovieAddicts Anonymous ?! I could proudly walk through those doors and say "Hi my name is ___________ and I am a Movie Addict..." I can imagine it now... to become "sober" we'd read more books... lol.
It's the dreamer in me coming out. I love to dream. I love the worlds of movies... the world where anything is possible, where miracles happen... A world not so far disjointed for the world I live in, as hard as it is to grasp...
Let me explain a little... some people have probably already heard me explain, but for those who haven't.. this will be brief.
The most common recurring theme in movies is that of the magical fairy tale. Oh yes, this theme isn't confined to Disney films or even to children's films in general... in chick flicks its hard to miss and even in action films and thrillers it creeps into storylines left, right and centre... But does it mean that the movie occurs in a world that isn't possible for us to live in? Take a movie such as Notting Hill... It's remotely possible that the whole storyline of that movie could play out in real life, even if slightly modified...
What I'm saying is that I love movies because they aren't detached from my hopes and dreams. My dream that one day Tom Hanks, Hugh Jackman or Luke Wilson will walk into my life and sweep me off my feet... or someone far better ! My dream that one day a Prince will come and like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, he'd climb the tower for me instead of saying "I'll buy you a condo"... My dream that one day a man will walk into my life and instead of running away in fear, would stick around to sort things out... a man who would be like Tom Cruise in Jerry Maguire and say "You complete me."
And beyond that, my beliefs that I live in a world where miracles do happen every day... where anything is possible and you can be who you want to be. I'm not saying, click your fingers and poof - you'll be a star, but if anything is possible, than a least a positive attitude and determination to dare to be different could be gained right?
Life is what you make it. If you see the glass half empty, everything in your world will mirror that image. Your relationships with you loved ones, you dreams, your reality.... but if you see the glass half full, you world will be your oyster and life's opportunities and pursuits won't feel like dead ends... rather, they will feel like chances to grow, to be bold and to achieve...
"And she lived happily ever after..."
I have found that I've collected about 40-50 movies in the past 4 months... actually probably more! And the common theme ? Romantic comedy ! For the most part anyway! I know... I'm becoming more and more girly every day! Oh dear.... *sighs*
I love movies... Is there a group that meets called "M.A" ?! MovieAddicts Anonymous ?! I could proudly walk through those doors and say "Hi my name is ___________ and I am a Movie Addict..." I can imagine it now... to become "sober" we'd read more books... lol.
It's the dreamer in me coming out. I love to dream. I love the worlds of movies... the world where anything is possible, where miracles happen... A world not so far disjointed for the world I live in, as hard as it is to grasp...
Let me explain a little... some people have probably already heard me explain, but for those who haven't.. this will be brief.
The most common recurring theme in movies is that of the magical fairy tale. Oh yes, this theme isn't confined to Disney films or even to children's films in general... in chick flicks its hard to miss and even in action films and thrillers it creeps into storylines left, right and centre... But does it mean that the movie occurs in a world that isn't possible for us to live in? Take a movie such as Notting Hill... It's remotely possible that the whole storyline of that movie could play out in real life, even if slightly modified...
What I'm saying is that I love movies because they aren't detached from my hopes and dreams. My dream that one day Tom Hanks, Hugh Jackman or Luke Wilson will walk into my life and sweep me off my feet... or someone far better ! My dream that one day a Prince will come and like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, he'd climb the tower for me instead of saying "I'll buy you a condo"... My dream that one day a man will walk into my life and instead of running away in fear, would stick around to sort things out... a man who would be like Tom Cruise in Jerry Maguire and say "You complete me."
And beyond that, my beliefs that I live in a world where miracles do happen every day... where anything is possible and you can be who you want to be. I'm not saying, click your fingers and poof - you'll be a star, but if anything is possible, than a least a positive attitude and determination to dare to be different could be gained right?
Life is what you make it. If you see the glass half empty, everything in your world will mirror that image. Your relationships with you loved ones, you dreams, your reality.... but if you see the glass half full, you world will be your oyster and life's opportunities and pursuits won't feel like dead ends... rather, they will feel like chances to grow, to be bold and to achieve...
"And she lived happily ever after..."
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Irony
Ironically I am currently watching a movie called "Man About Town". It stars Ben Affleck and somehow underneah all of its twistedness, I can relate so well to Ben's character "Jack"..
I can just imagine you sitting back at the moment staring at the screen blankly and thinking, "What on earth is ironic about watching that movie ?!" And so I guess I should explain, if only to benefit myself and my thoughts...
Well... Jack journals. The whole movie is one big journal entry... metaphorically speaking. He is taking this journal writing course... learning the importance of expressing himself... and throughout it all, the guy who runs the course - John Cleese - is trying to teach Jack that he needs to let out his true emotions and not be afraid to express who he is taking away all politeness and facing up to reality rather than ignoring it.
I keep playing tug-o-war with myself over the idea of journalling. In life, the times when I've journalled have been the best times for me because writing helps in expressing myself - my emotions, my thoughts, my dreams. When I don't write, I'm like Jack... I ignore so much. I guess I feel like I can blank out the stuff I don't like if I don't write. That negative stuff can become like blind spots. My vision so focussed on one perspective that I can be completely carefree.. naiive.
So -
Here is my proposition: I am to put aside at least an hour a day for journalling. Both online and offline.I need to type out some stuff, and some stuff is just so personal that I need to handwrite it the old-fashioned way... So in keeping with that, I've just gone out in the past hour and bought myself a new journal with the aim to fill its pages with treasured words in the days to come - sooner rather than later.
See you same place tomorrow... figuratively speaking.
I can just imagine you sitting back at the moment staring at the screen blankly and thinking, "What on earth is ironic about watching that movie ?!" And so I guess I should explain, if only to benefit myself and my thoughts...
Well... Jack journals. The whole movie is one big journal entry... metaphorically speaking. He is taking this journal writing course... learning the importance of expressing himself... and throughout it all, the guy who runs the course - John Cleese - is trying to teach Jack that he needs to let out his true emotions and not be afraid to express who he is taking away all politeness and facing up to reality rather than ignoring it.
I keep playing tug-o-war with myself over the idea of journalling. In life, the times when I've journalled have been the best times for me because writing helps in expressing myself - my emotions, my thoughts, my dreams. When I don't write, I'm like Jack... I ignore so much. I guess I feel like I can blank out the stuff I don't like if I don't write. That negative stuff can become like blind spots. My vision so focussed on one perspective that I can be completely carefree.. naiive.
So -
Here is my proposition: I am to put aside at least an hour a day for journalling. Both online and offline.I need to type out some stuff, and some stuff is just so personal that I need to handwrite it the old-fashioned way... So in keeping with that, I've just gone out in the past hour and bought myself a new journal with the aim to fill its pages with treasured words in the days to come - sooner rather than later.
See you same place tomorrow... figuratively speaking.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Hindsight
Can I let you into a secret...
The fish that got away, only got away because I wasn't there to hold onto it.
I wrote an email to a friend the other day. I have no idea where we stand anymore, except to say that he once said he loved me and now... who knows...
Granted - we were young and slightly naiive, not to mention worlds apart (or rather countries), but what we had was special. Just seems that I didn't think it was special enough... and so I have a dilemma.
I have only ever really loved a few guys in this world. One out of a desire to feel loved in return, one out of obsession and determination, one out of a need to feel numb to the consequences of a love gone wrong, one for unexplainable reasons (a supernatural love) and one because when no one else saw me, he did...
The friend I sit here writing about is the one that saw me. He saw me when I was invisible and somehow I pushed him away. At the first sign of love, I did a runner in the opposite direction... well, after the novelty wore off anyway... No way I was doing long distance relationships... and now, he is here... living so close... and I wonder.
You know, I've only been fishing once that I can remember... with my uncle and my cousins when I was about 10 years old. Wow, that's half a lifetime ago. You know what I remember? I remember catching a fish, but being so impatient that I caught this small fish and kept it as my cousins caught heaps bigger fish with patience. I wasn't good at the fishing thing and my fish wasn't even good for eating or anything so I let it go.
And ever since, I've been letting go of fish in my life. Big or small. I know... that's deep.
And so I wonder about the fish I let go and wonder what will come... whether he will swim back into my world... and I wonder about the fish I see in front of me now, just out of reach... The fish engaged by someone else... The one I still love for unknown reasons... Do I reel him in or let him go? Everything inside of me says the former but the practical says the latter. I'm torn.
Now there's something to ponder...
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return."
The fish that got away, only got away because I wasn't there to hold onto it.
I wrote an email to a friend the other day. I have no idea where we stand anymore, except to say that he once said he loved me and now... who knows...
Granted - we were young and slightly naiive, not to mention worlds apart (or rather countries), but what we had was special. Just seems that I didn't think it was special enough... and so I have a dilemma.
I have only ever really loved a few guys in this world. One out of a desire to feel loved in return, one out of obsession and determination, one out of a need to feel numb to the consequences of a love gone wrong, one for unexplainable reasons (a supernatural love) and one because when no one else saw me, he did...
The friend I sit here writing about is the one that saw me. He saw me when I was invisible and somehow I pushed him away. At the first sign of love, I did a runner in the opposite direction... well, after the novelty wore off anyway... No way I was doing long distance relationships... and now, he is here... living so close... and I wonder.
You know, I've only been fishing once that I can remember... with my uncle and my cousins when I was about 10 years old. Wow, that's half a lifetime ago. You know what I remember? I remember catching a fish, but being so impatient that I caught this small fish and kept it as my cousins caught heaps bigger fish with patience. I wasn't good at the fishing thing and my fish wasn't even good for eating or anything so I let it go.
And ever since, I've been letting go of fish in my life. Big or small. I know... that's deep.
And so I wonder about the fish I let go and wonder what will come... whether he will swim back into my world... and I wonder about the fish I see in front of me now, just out of reach... The fish engaged by someone else... The one I still love for unknown reasons... Do I reel him in or let him go? Everything inside of me says the former but the practical says the latter. I'm torn.
Now there's something to ponder...
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return."
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Why write?
It's 1.29am and I'm sitting here thinking, what on earth am I doing starting another one of these blogs?!
Truth is, I need to write... I've been driving myself nuts not allowing myself to write whats on my mind.
I am an artist. I write, I create -- this is what I love... my passion to open the pages of my life up to those around me -- in my known world and in the unknown world... this blog is a blank canvas for me to express myself. I don't care if no one reads this but one day I hope to be able to show my children the words written here tonight and let them into my world.
It's 1.35am and I feel oh so alive.
Welcome to my world.
Truth is, I need to write... I've been driving myself nuts not allowing myself to write whats on my mind.
I am an artist. I write, I create -- this is what I love... my passion to open the pages of my life up to those around me -- in my known world and in the unknown world... this blog is a blank canvas for me to express myself. I don't care if no one reads this but one day I hope to be able to show my children the words written here tonight and let them into my world.
It's 1.35am and I feel oh so alive.
Welcome to my world.
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