sad but true

hey i’m your life
i’m the one who takes you there
hey i’m your life
i’m the one who cares
they, they betray
i’m your only true friend now
they, they’ll betray
i’m forever there

i’m your dream, make you real
i’m your eyes when you must steal
i’m your pain when you can’t feel
sad but true

i’m your dream, mind astray
i’m your eyes while you’re away
i’m your pain while you repay
you know it’s sad but true, sad but true

you, you’re my mask
you’re my cover, my shelter
you, you’re my mask
you’re the one who’s blamed
do, do my work
do my dirty work, scapegoat
do, do my deeds
for you’re the one who’s shamed

i’m your dream, make you real
i’m your eyes when you must steal
i’m your pain when you can’t feel
sad but true

i’m your dream, mind astray
i’m your eyes while you’re away
i’m your pain while you repay
you know it’s sad but true,sad but true

i'm your dream,
i'm your eyes,
i'm your pain

i'm your dream
i'm your eyes
i'm your pain

you know it's sad but true

hate, i’m your hate
i’m your hate when you want love
pay, pay the price
pay for nothing’s fair

hey, i’m your life
i’m the one who took you there
hey, i’m your life
and i no longer care

i’m your dream, make you real
i’m your eyes when you must steal
i’m your pain when you can’t feel
sad but true

i’m your truth, telling lies
i’m your reasoned alibis
i’m inside open your eyes
i’m you

sad but true
-Metallica

broken dreams. goals diverted. paths muddled. we all change. sad but true.

world. life. people. society. so disappointing. meh.

do you have a dream?

there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. no one can avoid them. but it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.
— Paulo Coelho

what are you fighting for?

what are you living for?

Zvarri!

It is impossible to defeat an ignorant man in argument.
-William Gibbs McAdoo, 46th United States Secretary of the Treasury

smart dude that one.

learned

Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten.
— B.F. Skinner

it is my opinion that many people in Singapore, maybe the world at large, have failed to acquire an education.

they do things without regard to the well being of their equals. perhaps worse, they do not treat others as equals. many regard animals as free to kill and profit from. they treat the earth as a given resource to exploit, to gain more inconsequential material items. yet, many of these items have no value other than to be a boost their frail ego.

what do they think when others do the same to them in return? some learn to be less intrusive, many do not. many are blind.

if education does not teach one how to operate in the society in a manner that is acceptable, then the society will simply lower it's expectations of what is acceptable. because too many people are doing something, no one is willing to take steps to stop it anymore.

what was not acceptable slowly gains a foothold to be acceptable. no doubt the society is a living state, it will change. it's inhabitants must decide what is and what is not acceptable.

is it acceptable for a primary school boy to walk and throw away wrappings from a toy on the ground? who is there to educate him? the maid? strangers on the street? the cleaner?

is it acceptable for one to ignore traffic signs and squeeze into the yellow box to try to go faster? all while jamming up the entire lane from the other direction?

fine works only if there are people to catch them to fine them. even then, the people may shrug at the low amount of fines.


if the people cannot be educated, what can be done?

we're doomed.

real life

i wish that life was like it is in the movies
'cause the hero always gets his way
no matter how hard it gets on that dark lonely road
at the end he's got a smile on his face
but when they threw me out to the lions
no one saved me as i fell from your grace
and no one wrote me new lines for what i said wrong
what i did wrong i could not erase

this is real life
this is real love
this is real pain that much i'm sure of
these are real tears
these are real fears inside that i can't hide

i wish that i could be your white knight in armor
with an army just to bring you back home
but I'll admit i'm scared of dialing your number
someone else is gonna answer the phone
why can't it be like it is on TV?
when the orchestra plays and you come back to me

this is real life
this is real love
this is real pain that much i'm sure of
these are real tears
these are real fears inside i can't hide
this real life
this real love
these are real wounds I'm bleeding from
and i realize this real

i always thought that our love was a storybook tale
God knows that i never dreamed in the end it would fail

'cause this is real life
this is real love
this is real pain that much i'm sure of
these are real tears
these are real fears inside, i can't hide
this real life
this is real love
these are real wounds i'm bleeding from
when i realize this real...
-Jon Bon Jovi

life don't always give you a second chance.

as we go on

as i go on in life, these days especially, i find myself having more questions.

questions about the society's direction. questions about human's humanity. questions about what exactly one wants and how do you know it is. also questions about 'WHY THE HECK ARE SOME PEOPLE ALIVE?!?!?!?!'

just creating problems for all. just hanging on to shreds of dignity and shooting off from the gaping maw that spews brain dead statements.

it really tests my patience. it really tests my control. if i was 10 years younger, i would rip his face off.

some days i don't want to get up. getting up means facing this torrent of bullshit and holding my face like a statue and doing what's 'professional'. being professional means doing your job and sacrificing some of your self/time to get it done? what does it really mean? where is the heart in doing things? where is the desire for the country? for the greater good and progress of all?

i am too naive. my ideals are not for these crazee times. these times..these crazy times calls for crazy response. but i can't. i have a job to do. i have responsibilities to fulfill. i cannot be myself. i cannot act on what i think. i cannot say what i thunk.

i am tired. tired of this charade. this nonsensical dance of words that leave everyone drained and feeling lost.

God..you have a plan. i believe you have a plan for all of us. right now it's hard for me to see and feel. but i will believe, for i have felt your goodness and not forgotten your grace and mercy.

they don't care about us

skin head, dead head
everybody gone bad
situation, aggravation
everybody allegation
in the suite, on the news
everybody dog food
bang bang, shot dead
everybody's gone mad

all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us
all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us

beat me, hate me
you can never break me
will me, thrill me
you can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
everybody do me
kick me, kike me
don't you black or white me

all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us
all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us

tell me what has become of my life
i have a wife and two children who love me
i am the victim of police brutality, now
i'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
you're rapin' me of my pride
oh, for God's sake
i look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
set me free

skin head, dead head
everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
everybody allegation
in the suite, on the news
everybody dog food
black man, black male
throw your brother in jail

all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us
all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us

tell me what has become of my rights
am i invisible because you ignore me?
your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
i'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
they're throwing me in a class with a bad name
i can't believe this is the land from which i came
you know i do really hate to say it
the government don't wanna see
but if Roosevelt was livin'
he wouldn't let this be, no, no

skin head, dead head
everybody gone bad
situation, speculation
everybody litigation
beat me, bash me
you can never trash me
hit me, kick me
you can never get me

all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us
all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us

some things in life they just don't wanna see
but if Martin Luther was livin'
he wouldn't let this be

skin head, dead head
everybody gone bad
situation, segregation
everybody allegation
in the suite, on the news
everybody dog food
kick me, strike me
don't you wrong or right me

all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us
all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us
-Michael Jackson

insight

how we look at other people's problems and issues determines how we feel about them and how we deal with them.

what can we know about their lives? how can we, anything but, scratch the surface and see only the shell?

am reading dreams from my father at the airport. waiting for a friend to arrive to leave. airport..where lives meet and separate. where people smile and laught. where others cry and despair. reaching out to some who never return. to catch those who finally have their feet planted where it belongs.

airports give me a sense of hope and fear at the same time. with all it brings and all it takes away.

sometimes what we see in others are only the issues that deals with other people. the issues on this earth.

but what about deep down? the issues that no one else knows about..the thoughts that keep one awake and silently pray each night. the unseen fears that drives one to excel where others can see. the dreams that vanishes each dawn. the hurt that cannot be washed away and the tears that doesn't flow anymore.

how about those hopes. those aspirations that reaches even the heavens. the fears that are contained in a even greater possibility. the disappointments that are constantly replaced by even more daring ideas. the reaching out for greatness that begins by reaching inward for strength. the endurance that is forged by daily renewal of hope.

of these, what can we know of a person? what words can describe and what ears can hear, can the heart feel?

who can we truly understand and understand us in return? mere exchange of words will not satisfy. the bond that requires no words and transcends distance.

who do we have in our lives that we have this bond with?

if there is no one on this earth, look to the heavens and feel in your heart.

past year

i have not been up to the standard on the attempt to write more on my blog.

i have not been satisfied to live life as alive as i want it to be.

i have not learnt or experienced enough the past year.

more to come this year.