是否曾经后悔过
那时候扶起说走就走
是否偶尔想过我
所以埋怨我
每当听你的下落
逞强常常让人无法负荷

躲起来边哭边说 i miss you
还舍不得把你封锁

星光闪烁如何拥有
站在远方才看见星空的轮廓
虽然有时候会寂寞
墙上时钟停格
你说放开手才会快乐
用悲伤的脉搏写成想念你的歌

该怎么才能让你懂呢
谁对谁错已经模糊了忘记了
我们都处理得有点笨拙
已经从来没有像这一次如此爱过
想念常让我无法负荷

常常只有一个念头 i miss you
我的爱情从来没有死掉过

星光闪烁如何拥有
站在远方才看见星空的轮廓
虽然有时候会寂寞
墙上时钟停格
你说放开手才会快乐
用悲伤的脉搏写成想念你的歌

[张惠春-想念你的歌]

The cruel/cute little ironies in life... Perhaps i was wrong about it being deceptively insignificant....

I have often dreamt
Of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be

I'll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I'll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road
To embrace my fate
Though the road may wander
It will lead me to you
And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait
It may take a lifetime
But somehow I'll see it through

And I won't look back
I can go the distance
And I'll stay on track
No I won't accept defeat
It's an uphill slope
But I won't lose hope
Till I go the distance
And my journey is complete

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star
I can go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms
I don't care how far
I can go the distance
TillI find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...

I will search the world
I will face its harms
TillI find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...

[Go the distance- Michael Bolton]

Concealment is an art. Once perfected, it traps its user in the agony of being unable to speak the truth ever again. Not because he does not want to, but who would believe a person telling "the truth" when he had already convinced them that the opposite was infallible. One can laugh it off and say that it's a matter of choice. If one chooses to conceal, then he'll have to live with the consequences. However, the unfortunate truth is that concealment is often a result of circumstances, rather than choices. We all would like to live in a transparent world, but knowledge is power and where power is concerned, self-interests will be affected. It ultimately boils down to the question- Are we ready for the truth? Logic prevails in the absence of morals, can we accept that?

Strangely, while listening to purest of pain by son by four, the lyrics from it's chinese counterpart sung by coco lee reasonated in my head, esp during the chorus. "baby,想对你说声对不起,用错的方式去爱你，因为我太在意"...

RJ band concert yest. Impressive stuff. Japanese composers never fails to thrill audiences with their compositions. The opening piece, Machu Picchu, was magnificiently breath-taking. Joe Hisashi Works was a little disappointing, dynamics range was limited and melody and accompaniment sounded oddly disjointed at some parts. The rearrangement of "tong hua", fairytale, sounded much better this time since thier last concert at the PAC. It is interesting to see that the rearrangement not only brought out the crooning feel of the song in the horn solo, but also added new interpretations in the light-hearted chorus. Given the japanese penchant for the dramatic, the silence-then-timpani-roll-doing-a-crescendo-to-max-volume, hold-max- volume-for-a beat-or-two-b4-breaking-into-the-chorus is almost forgivable, esp when the band manages pulls it off well. Shan't elaborate into the other pieces. All in all, it was impressive concert, even better than the hcco one.

Went back home to catch the opening match of world cup, ger VS costa rico, but in the end ended up watching spirited away on Channel U, where the enchanting soundtrack by joe hishashi got me hooked on. match ended 4-2 in germany's favour but germany fans should be wary of their chances. Leaky defense and a directionless attack. yeah, they scored 4- 2 long shots, 1 rebound from keeper and only 1 from a build up in attack. World cup fever is on now, i'm backing the non-favourites, holland and italy. bleah... have to hit the books too... sianz... common test rite in the middle of world cup, the only consolation is that it'll be over by the quarter-final stages....

I'm sorry I didn't mean to call
but I couldn't fight it
I guess I was weak and couldn't even hide it
and so I surrender just to hear your voice
I know how many times I said I'm gonna to live without you
and maybe someone else is standing there beside you
but there's something baby that you need to know
that deep inside me I feel like I'm dying
I have to see you it's all that I'm asking.

Baby, give me back my fantasies
the courage that I need to live
the air that I breathe
Living without you, my world becomes so empty
my day's are so cold and lonely
and each night I taste
the purest of pain.

I wish I could tell you I'm feeling better every day
that it didn't hurt me when you walked away
but to tell you the truth I can't find my way
and deep inside me I feel like I'm dying
I have to see you it's all that I'm asking.

[son by four- purest of pain]

It's ironic that how small little things in life can brighten one's day, coz on looking back, one probably placed too much hope in them, extrapolating them to unthinkable outcomes. However, the mind works on petty logic, there is consolation in the fact that for that instant, that second or nanosecond for that matter, hope existed and the unthinkable was possible.....