Monday, November 11, 2013

Autumn Leaves~Paolo Nutini

Autumn leaves under frozen souls
Hungry hands turning soft and old
My hero crying as we stood out there in the cold
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold
Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes
Too young to say, though I swear he knew
And I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair
While these autumn leaves float around everywhere
And I look at you, and I see me
Making noise so restlessly
But now it's quiet and I can hear you sing
'My little fish don't cry, my little fish don't cry'
Autumn leaves are fading now
That smile I lost, well I've found somehow
Because you still live on in my father's eyes
These autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves
All these autumn leaves are yours tonight
Songwriters:
NUTINI, PAOLO GIOVANNI/DUGUID, JIM

Monday, March 11, 2013

For You and Me (In Memory of LuDu U Sein Win)


for You and Me


Every half, every hour,
The clock chimes on the wall,
Empty seats, empty hall,
Fill with fond memories,
In our hearts and souls,
Carry wherever we go.

The meeting place of loving mates,
To learn and nurture the youthful sage,
Share friendship and ideals,
Where are you all, my friends?
How’ve many years passed?
Have you forgotten our golden past?

The Padauk soon blossoms.
The clock on the wall still chimes.
Though bookshelf gathers dust,
The missing thought and love shine on.
For whom the clock chimes?
For whom the flower blooms?
For YOU and ME.

BaKoGi
March 9th, 2013

Monday, February 18, 2013

A message by Lee Kuan Yew's daughter, Lee Wei Ling


A message by Lee Kuan Yew's daughter, Lee Wei Ling

Written by Lee Wei Ling,
Director of the National Neuroscience Institute

In 2007, in an end-of-year message to the staff of the National Neuroscience Institute, I wrote: 'Whilst boom time in the public sector is never as booming as in the private sector, let us not forget that boom time is eventually followed by slump time. Slump time in the public sector is always less painful compared to the private sector.' Slump time has arrived with a bang. While I worry about the poorer Singaporeans who will be hit hard, perhaps this recession has come at an opportune time for many of us. It will give us an incentive to reconsider our priorities in life. Decades of the good life have made us soft. The wealthy especially, but also the middle class in Singapore, have had it so good for so long, what they once considered luxuries, they now think of as necessities.

A mobile phone, for instance, is now a statement about who you are, not just a piece of equipment for communication. Hence many people buy the latest model though their existing mobile phones are still in perfect w orking order. A Mercedes-Benz is no longer adequate as a status symbol. For millionaires who wish to show the world they have taste, a Ferrari or a Porsche is deemed more appropriate. The same attitude influences the choice of attire and accessories. I still find it hard to believe that there are people carrying handbags that cost more than thrice the monthly income of a bus driver, and many more times that of the foreign worker labouring in the hot sun, risking his life to construct luxury condominiums he will never have a chance to live in.

The media encourages and amplifies this ostentatious consumption. Perhaps it is good to encourage people to spend more because this will prevent the recession from getting worse. I am not an economist, but wasn't that the root cause of the current crisis - Americans spending more than they could afford to?

I am not a particularly spiritual person. I don't believe in the supernatural and I don't think I have a soul that will survive my death. But as I view the crass materialism around me, I am reminded of what my mother once told me: 'Suffering and deprivation is good for the soul.'

My family is not poor, but we have been brought up to be frugal.... My parents and I live in the same house that my paternal grandparents and their children moved into after World War II in 1945. It is a big house by today's standards, but it is simple - in fact, almost to the point of being shabby. Those who see it for the first time are astonished that Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew's home is so humble. But it is a comfortable house, a home we have got used to. Though it does look shabby compared to the new mansions on our street, we are not bothered by the comparison.

Most of the world and much of Singapore will lament the economic downturn. We have been told to tighten our belts. There will undoubtedly be suffering, which we must try our best to ameliorate. But I personally think the hard times will hold a timely lesson for many Singaporeans, especially those born after 1970 who have never lived through difficult times. No matter how poor you are in Singapore , the authorities and social groups do try to ensure you have shelter and food. Nobody starves in Singapore .... Many of those who are currently living in mansions and enjoying a luxurious lifestyle will probably still be able to do so, even if they might have to downgrade from wines costing $20,000 a bottle to $10,000 a bottle. They would hardly notice the difference.

Being wealthy is not a sin. It cannot be in a capitalist market economy. Enjoying the fruits of one's own labour is one's prerogative and I have no right to chastise those who choose to live luxuriously. But if one is blinded by materialism, there would be no end to wanting and hankering. After the Ferrari, what next? An Aston Martin? After the Hermes Birkin handbag, what can one upgrade to? Neither an Aston Martin nor an Hermes Birkin can make us truly happy or contented.. They are like dust, a fog obscuring the true mean ing of life, and can be blown away in the twinkling of an eye.

When the end approaches and we look back on our lives, will we regret the latest mobile phone or luxury car that we did not acquire? Or would we prefer to die at peace with ourselves, knowing that we have lived lives filled with love, friendship and goodwill, that we have helped some of our fellow voyagers along the way and that we have tried our best to leave this world a slightly better place than how we found it?

We know which is the correct choice - and it is within our power to make that choice. In this new year, burdened as it is with the problems of the year that has just ended, let us again try to choose wisely.

To a considerable degree, our happiness is within our own control, and we should not follow the herd blindly.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Happy Birthday to My Beloved Late Teacher, LuDu U Sein Win


When we rang dear you on your last birthday,
We said why wouldn’t you apply for a passport,
We could meet you in Singapore in May,
You said I would not go to Singapore,
It’s too near,
I could visit there any time.
I would come and see you all in States and New York.
We had shared a good laugh.
Oh, how we love your undying spirit and humor.

When I visited you in May,
You said Julie and I come next year,
I promised to visit in next February,
You nodded and whispered ‘good’.
I told him to fight on, over this summer.
Holding your skinny hand,
I sat quietly by your bedside,
Next to tall Oxygen tanks,
I was saying prayers.

You said “I should run along,
Come back before you leave”.
I said, I would not know, if I could.
My stay was so short and tight.
We never say goodbye.
We would meet again next year.
I rang you from public phone at the airport.
To leave a few words……
With very heavy heart.

We know how much you love your FMA members,
They are your special family members,
And you are our special and beloved SaYaGyi, friend and father.
Now that you are gone, gone to the yonder place,
How could we reach you and wish you?
How could we say, “SaYaGyi, Happy Birthday!”
Would you be waiting our calls up there?
Or send you a postcard with some silly notes?
No doubt, we love you very very much.

Happy Birthday, SaYaGyi!!!
We miss you very much.
BaKoGi
August 12th, 2012
9:50 pm

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Something Stupid - Frank Sinatra & Nancy Sinatra


Something Stupid - Frank & Nancy Sinatra

I know I stand in line until you think
You have the time to spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two......
And then I go and spoil it all by saying
Something stupid like I love you


I can see it in your eyes that you despise
The same old lines you heard the night before......
And though it's just a line to you for me it's true......
And never seemed so right before
I practice everyday to find some clever lines
To say to make the meaning come true......
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head......
The stars get red and on the nights so blue......
And then I go and spoil it all by saying
Something stupid like I love you

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Diamonds and Rust ~ Joan Baez


DIAMONDS AND RUST

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid



Wednesday, September 14, 2011

In An Album ~ Arthur Sherburne Hardy

IN AN ALBUM

Like the south-flying swallow the summer has flown,

Like a fast-falling star, from unknown to unknown

Life flashes and falters and fails from our sight,—

Good-night, friends, good-night.


Like home-coming swallows that seek the old eaves,

Like the buds that wait patient beneath the dead leaves,

Love shall sleep in our hearts till our hands meet again,

Till then, friends, till then!

Arthur Sherburne Hardy



Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Try A Little Kindness ~ Glen Campbell

Try A Little Kindness  ~ Glen Campbell

If you see your brother standing by the road
with the heavy load from the seeds he sowed
and if you see your sister falling by the way
why don't you stop and say:
You're on the wrong way!

But you've got to try a little kindness
you show a little kindness
but you shine your light for every one to see
But if you try a little kindness
then you'll overlook the blindness
of the narrow minded people
on the narrow minded street

And don't you walk around the down and out
just lend a helping hand and settle.down
And the kindness that .you show every day
it's gonna help someone along life's way



But you've got to try a little kindness..







Thursday, August 11, 2011

A Moment Of Happiness ~ Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Baby It's You ~ Smokie

Baby It's You ~ Smokie
I was lost and at an end

It seemed so long
I really needed a friend
Why should I pretend?

I couldn't think I had to see
That Southern Comfort comforts me
I could be free
But where would I be?

Then you came along
And you sang your song
And you made my day
In your special way

Then I knew
That baby it's you
Baby it's you
You know that it's you I'm thinking of
Baby it's you

Try my best to get along
Make some friends, but something always went wrong
I come on too strong
Things were really getting rough
Getting tired of acting like I was tough
I just had enough

Then you came along
And you sang your song
And you made my day
In your special way

Then I knew
That baby it's you
Baby it's you
You know that it's you I'm thinking of
Baby it's you

(Chorus x 2)





Myself ~ Edgar Albert Guest


I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I have done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don't want to dress up myself in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men's respect;
but here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know that
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.

Edgar Albert Guest 

Saturday, August 6, 2011

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face ~ Roberta Flack

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face


The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies.

The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt your heart beat close to mine
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.

And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my love

The first time ever I saw your face, your face,
your face, your face







Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Summer Wind ~ Frank Sinatra

Summer Wind ~ Frank Sinatra
The summer wind, came blowin' in from across the sea
It lingered there to touch your hair and walk with me
All summer long we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind

Like painted kites, those days and nights, they went flyin' by
The world was new beneath a blue umbrella sky
Then softer than a piper man one day it called to you
I lost you, I lost you to the summer wind

The autumn wind and the winter winds, they have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days, they go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind

The summer wind
Warm summer wind
Mmm, the summer wind

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Blind Men and the Elephant:A Hindoo Fable by John Godfrey Saxe

The Blind Men and the Elephant:

A Hindoo Fable
by John Godfrey Saxe

It was six men of Indostan
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant
(Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind.

The First approached the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
“God bless me! but the Elephant
Is very like a wall!”

The Second, feeling of the tusk,
Cried, “Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me ‘tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear!”

The Third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a snake!”

The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
“What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain,” quoth he;
“‘Tis clear enough the Elephant
Is very like a tree!”

The Fifth who chanced to touch the ear,
Said: “E’en the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can,
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan!”

The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a rope!”

And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!

The Moral:

So oft in theologic wars,
The disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance
Of what each other mean,
And prate about an Elephant
Not one of them has seen!

First Fig ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

                                       Amy Jade Winehouse
                                                                         (14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011)
First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—

It gives a lovely light.

Edna St. Vincent Millay
February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950