Songs with great lyrics... (At least in my opinion :-P)

Here's a great thread to begin... Some of the many songs I've encountered have superb lyrics that have a message to convey or just an emotion to evoke or just stirs something in you that is inexplicable. Here are some of them. If you have any more songs (I'm damn sure there's a lot out there), just suggest them in the tagboard or at the comments link at the end of this post, k? I'll tr and add them here. Hmm... Just a note: It's best to quote a part of the song and not the whole thing. Coz this thread would be damn long if each lyrics was actually the whole song! Thanks! To start the ball rolling, here's my fave song at the moment.

Natasha Bedingfield : Unwritten
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Notes: Love the chorus of this song. It talks about the individual having to take control of his or her own life, through one's actions and thoughts. You can't expect someone to tell you what to do and you cannot expect things that have not happened to happen out of complacency. You have to live your own life, your own way. I just love the metaphor of the unfinished book representing one's life. Very nice.

Wicked The Musical : No Good Deed
Was I really seeking good
Or just seeking attention?
Is that all good deeds are
When looked at with an ice-cold eye?

Notes: This song really has to be heard and seen (since this is a musical) in context. Lemme set it into context first. There's this green witch in Oz called Elphaba and her friend Glinda (who just so becomes one after the school dance). They both seek to change the world of Oz with their many ideas and dream of working with the Wizard of Oz. Elphaba finds out that she is being used by him as a scapegoat and she sings this song in desperation for she believes herself to finally become the Wicked Witch people call her because she has 'failed' helping everyone she tried to help. Her spells either backfire or do not work as they are supposed to and she is blamed for everything wrong that goes on in the land. This song is where she doubts the sincerity of the doing of good deeds. She questions whether she did everything only out of attention-seeking or was it out of a pure sincere helpful heart. It is a question worth asking ourselves sometimes too.

Update...

Hello again guys. The photos from the Siloso Beach outing are up on the net. Click here to download the photos in zipped format. Quick though. It will be up for only 7 days, starting today, so it should be there until next Sat. Be patient too. Yousendit.com is kinda slow but it's very reliable. Enjoy!

Department Outing to Sentosa (240305)

A Collage of the day's pictures... :-)

Here are the pictures I took on this very enjoyable day, the 24th of March on a department outing on Siloso Beach, Sentosa. Click on the collage above to view all the pics. But if u want higher quality pics, message me on MSN for those who know me. I'll send u the things in zipped format. :-) Enjoy!

And a final pic with platoon buddies again. Before everyone went their separate ways. Bittersweet. Still miss everyone. Why am I being so sentimental? I'm not very sure too. The rationale for me putting up these pics is that I accidentally came across an old platoon mate on friendster and msn and this prompted me to relook my bmt photos. Sweet memories. Sad memories. Horrible memories. The potpourri of emotions cannot be explained in words. It is simply an experience. 

The wonderfully symmetrical buildings on Tekong. This is of Ulysses coy. My one true company. Though we had the unfortunate luck of having the red tracks at our doorstep. Fully utilised by our superiors for our 'benefit'. 

The morning before the POP parade began. Everyone psyched up to leave since the night previously was the most tiring night ever - 24km route March. A mix of happiness and sorrow. I tried to keep my emotions undercover. 

Another view of my bunk. Was quite comfy I have to admit. Unless they had standby bed... Shudder 

The superb view from my bunks window. Can really see Changi Airport from this window. And the view of the sea is spectacular! The planes to and from the airport can be seen in the skies all the time. Always had to look at the night sky for a while before I went to sleep. Admire the beautiful night sky, the serene sea and the planes. 

My platoon buddies and I (central) at the parade square at Tekong before we left for our mandatory 24km Route March. One of the best and most tiring experiences of my life. Cried like shit when the thing ended because I knew the day after, I would leave all my god friends in my platoon. I still miss all of them. 

This is my cupboard half-opened as you can see. It's empty coz most of my stuff was already gone from the previous week of bringing some things home. Miss this trusty cupboard and my comfy bed. Heard this story from my bunk mates that one night when I was on MC, my cupboard started shaking and making noises while everyone was asleep. Scary stuff eh? Not. Also, one morning when I woke up, I found a long strand of wavy hair under my pillow when there was nothing there previously. Needless to say I was stunned as it was clearly a woman's strand of hair. Lovely memories. 

Me acting as if I'm in deep thought. I think it was just the sun in my eyes. 

Again the deep contemplation. But with an added bonus -- delicious Lay's chips! 

In deep contemplation. I'm not very sure what but all of us just kept quiet and stared at the sea. 

A group photo... smile everyone! 

On the taxi on the way to Costa Sands East Coast 

An Interesting Dissection...

One of my buddies sent me this link which produced a very interesting analysis of personality via only a picture of the face. Results... are as follows... Below is a screen capture of the thing... :) I'm apparently 90% Chinese with 10% of Japanese/Korean features... No wonder all those aunties keep speaking Chinese to me!!!

The analysis given...

And this is what they had to say about me. Most of it is rather accurate I must agree. Seriously! Especially the part about me wanting to use people who are comfortable with me to help get things done for me but in the end deciding not to seek their help!!! That is very me!!! Anyways, this is what they said...

Personality Profile:
You have social courage and as a consequence are open and extroverted. You are seen as a well known person who is liked and is involved in many social events. You feel confident about your position in social situations and will not hesitate to say what you believe. You do not like too much responsibility, but you do not mind being in the social center. You must know everything that is going on in your greater social circle and spend a lot of time talking to others to find out the latest gossip. You tend to be friendly, but can be criticizing when you see others as thinking of themselves too much.

You prefer to work in challenging people oriented jobs where you can compete against others and rise in the ranks. Others usually like you but can sometimes be intimidated by your outspoken comments and criticisms although they do not show it. People tend to feel comfortable around you and respect your opinion. You can use this social weight to get things done for you but usually opt not to call in favours people owe you.

Your view of other types
You tend to like Boss types and try to get close to them, as they possess the intimidating factor and confrontational attitude that you lack. You regard Academic Types as mostly withdrawn from life and too uppity to interact with. You associate with some Blue collar and White collar types, and find that these are the people that mostly want to hang around you. You see Artist types as attention seekers and are often the person to criticize them. For this reason, Artist types envy and fear you. You may enjoy the risk taking personality of Gambler types, but you also think that they are loners. You see Drifter types as social dropouts.

Other types' view of you
Boss types like you but they dont always trust you. Academic Types have very little in common with you, therefore they avoid you. Artist types tend to avoid you because you may attack them verbally due to their personality differences. White and Blue collar types like interacting with you, and they sometimes envy your charisma. Gambler types may deal with you if they think that you have something useful to offer them. Drifter types may associate with you, but they generally believe that your archetype is stuck up.

Alpha Charmer:
-More ambitious than Charmer Expected Occupations: Corporate Executive, Real Estate Agent, Politician

Charmer:
-More fun-loving than Alpha Charmer Expected Occupations: Sales representative, Teacher, Aesthetician, Hair Stylist, Artist, Actor, Social Worker, Manager

Talking to Myself

I'm positively mad (and maybe even gay!! - more on that later...) Lately, I've been talking a lot to myself. Not really vocally as in using my mouth to make strange inexlicable sounds to myself in the mirror but through my phone. Calling myself? Nah. That would be too weird to comprehend. What I mean is that I've been SMS-ing myself amusing things that do nothing else but to amuse myself and to remain in my inbox so that I can refer to them when I'm feeling down. Some of the things I sent are like 4 SMS-es long! And they either explain a feeling I'm experiencing at that particular moment or just a little thought that came to my head out of boredom. I sent myself 4 such messages today and 1 on the 10th of March. To see a bit of what goes on in my little head, here are the messages in full, grammatical and spelling errors et al. Peruse at will and judge how strange I am. That I would even send messages to myself. Which reminds me of Mr Bean sending Christmas Cards to himself=Pathetic loser. Am I becoming one too???? :O Oh no...

1 March 2005 (6:54:29am --> Mad)
Sometimes in this world, you must learn to hope. Even if you stand a bloody slim chance of achieving whatever it is. For example, exams. After you've slogged for many fucking months, it's nice to see your efforts bear fruit in the form of good grades. But that is rare in my case. Hope has always been there to let that glimmer of light show that I can do well, the potential. I was aghast when I found out I failed malay lit during my prelims.
(Note: I probably was supposed to complete this entry in another SMS but seem to have forgotten about it because after this, short messages between myself and a few of my friends follow. You can guess what type of banter I would have engaged myself in.)

15 March 2005 (10:49:19am --> During break)
Life has taken a downhill slant. The constant replay of daily events create a sense of monotony, one that has affected my emotions negatively. I look dismal, with the occasional smile displayed as artifice. A mere showing that i am not dead. ;-) and events unfold at a super slow pace so much so that time does not seem to move. The heat is not helping either, making me wet all the time from sweat. Freshly bathed does not repel the stench, i know. :-P

15 March 2005 (11:14:52am --> Still during break)
Life is fraught with difficulty. But the adversity of life is what creates interest. In the form of ingenious (sp?) plans to overcome them, man has evolved from the petty being that depended solely on nature, to that that can harness everything to their own advantage.
(Note: I love this thing. It came out out of nowhere. And it sounds very nice. The meaning too has some truth, at least in my opinion.)

15 March 2005 (08:07:48pm --> After dinner with 2 of my best mates)
And once again I have been proven wrong. I do have good friends who are willing to listen to my problems, willing to utter their opinions about me. They say it to my face and i am glad they act this way. Their honest remarks come out of sincerity, out of a willingness to partake in a small part of my life, and they are anything but negligible. language is something that i consider my forte and i have honed my speech to not have a single tinge of a malay accent from 4 years in secondary school. But somehow or rather, apparently, they (the) way i speak and the high tone i use, have garnered me the label 'gay'.
(Note: The controversial one. I'm still not very sure why this label sticks but I have ascertained that part of the reason is the way I speak. Not sure if I speak funny but it definitely has a part in this stupid hullabaloo. I am not gay. Serious. Possibly another reason is the way my hands move. Or my body. Or both. Sigh. I do not know and I do not want to change myself. I cannot change myself. It is against my principles. It's up to them to accept me or reject me. And I don't even know what they mean when they call me that. Sexual orientation or effeminate in nature??? Fuck. I don't care.)

15 March 2005 (08:24:55pm --> On the bus on the way home)
Lonely.
I am a pebble in the grass.
The grey among the green.
The miscast dilletante in a sordid world that only seeks to destroy.
Or am i the one?
Who will seek to destroy those who wish to do so?
To wreak havoc in peace.
To strum the silent strings of a guitar?
Questions. With answers unknown.
(Note: An attempt to sound intellectual. Don't think it sounds and looks nice enough. But what it essentially encompasses is a single question. Is the world out to get me or will I get the world first? It sounds negative in this context but I meant to mean that I will make a mark on the world, that is before the world starts to destroy me with its malicious lies and what-have-you.)

TV Defies Logic

Today on the telly, having nothing to do, I watched a Malaysian drama on Suria channel. It was a nice show but there this 1 part which made me cringe. Incessantly. This lady was being seeked and she hid in a man's house. This man strangely allowed her to stay with him though he hardly knows her. But that's not important. What is is the part where she gets kidnapped. This house is located beside a school. Which is occupied with students. Packed hour. The van stops outside the house, 4 men jump out and proceed to punch the brother of this man who has kindly agreed to help her in the house. In broad daylight. He is bound with cloth and scotchtape and they then proceed to bound the lady's hands and blindfolds her. They then push her into the van outside the house, directly outside the school's main gate. WTF? What on earth was the show trying to show? Intense public apathy? That its viewers were too dumb to figure out abnormalities in the plot? Lol. Will add some more strange things when I see them.

Random BlogThings About Me

Your Brain is 80.00% Female, 20.00% Male

Your brain leans female You think with your heart, not your head Sweet and considerate, you are a giver But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!

What Gender Is Your Brain?

You Are the Investigator

5 You're independent - and a logical analytical thinker. You love learning and ideas... and know things no one else does. Bored by small talk, you refuse to participate in boring conversations. You are open minded. A visionary. You understand the world and may change it.

What number are you?