Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
She's lost in peaceful dreams and i turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And a thought crosses my mind
If i never wake in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way i feel about her in my heart
If tomorrow never comes
Would she know how much i love her
Did i try in every way to show her everyday
She's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face this world without me
Is the love i gave her in the past gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
My best friend made me watch a youtube video of a talented singer crooning this ballad today. This song never fails to leave me with a lump in my throat.
And even though you have made me so incensed yet again throughout the day, with your constant whining, refusal to obey instructions and general mischief, tonight i will hug you a little tighter, give you a few more kisses and vow to be more tolerant, patient and indulgent towards your antics tomorrow.
To my special firstborn, i hope you know that no matter what, Mummy loves you, more than you can ever imagine.
Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
One day in Your Life
Yes this is gonna be another eulogy and no prizes for guessing who is it about.
Just finished watching the encore telecast of Michael Jackson's Memorial. I must say that it evoked a myriad of emotions in me.
Happiness.
Im happy that he is finally free of all the people who constantly found fault with him, who sniggered at him as he underwent his dramatic facial reconstructions, who watched and waited for a chance to hurl abuse at him if and when he slipped up.
These same detractors pinned child molestation charges on him and gloated when he fell from grace in the pubic's eyes.
I chose to ignore those reports that he allegedly molested kids. In my eyes, MJ was a soft spoken and kind guy, a symbol of love and peace who loved children above everything else. When he settled those lawsuits out of court, i wanted to believe it was because he'd rather an amicable resolution than a lengthy public court case, and not an admission of his guit.
As MJ's brother so aptly put when he gave his eulogy,"Just how much pain can one take?"
The tabloids were splashed with all the sensational reports on how frail and sickly he looked and the immense pain he was in both physically and mentally just before he died.
Im glad that he is finally in a place where nothing and no one can hurt him anymore.
God must have been pained that he had to endure so much suffering in his life and so called him back home early.
Sadness.
I grew up listening to MJ's songs.
I vividly remember rewinding and playing the song "Ben" over and over again on my little cassette tape recorder, to try and figure out the chords so i could sing and play it on the guitar at the same time.
I remember valiantly trying to do the moonwalk with my cousins, but failing miserably yet having a good laugh in the process.
MJ is the ONLY pop star whom EVERYONE knows. Ask any coffeeshop uncle who MJ is and chances are, he might start singing in a falsetto, do the moonwalk and grab his crotch. But ask him again who is Justin Timberlake and he'll go "Har? Justin Si Siang?"
No other pop star will EVER be immortalised the way MJ has become.
Gratitude and Pride
When i watched the choir sing "We are the World" and "Heal the World", it dawned on me that these 2 songs have become anthems which the whole world sings. For the duration of the songs, just a couple of minutes, the whole world is truly united as everyone sings along to the all familiar lyrics.
You dont need a lyric sheet to sing these songs, unless you've been living under a rock the past 20 years. MJ's influence on you was just so strong that these lyrics have been ingrained in your mind. He has truly found a way to unite the world, if only for awhile, through his music, for only his music transcends all races and all religions.
And i am grateful to have been in this era when he was alive, where i had a chance to be touched by his music.
Hubby and I have been playing a couple of his earlier hits from youtube, for the kids to watch. We have been showing them Michael Jackson as we know him, in his earlier days, when he was untouched by garish makeup and plastic surgery, when he was untainted by scandals.
We want to expose them to the King of Pop, whom sadly they will not get a chance to know as intimately as us.
I could write so much more on MJ but so many tributes have already been written to him. So i shall be laconic for once.
In the words of his eerily prophetic song which is coincidently one of my favourites
"One day in your life
You'll remember the love you found here
You'll remember me somehow, though you dont need me now
I will stay in your heart
And when things fall apart
You'll remember one day"
Enjoy the King of Pop at his best.
Just finished watching the encore telecast of Michael Jackson's Memorial. I must say that it evoked a myriad of emotions in me.
Happiness.
Im happy that he is finally free of all the people who constantly found fault with him, who sniggered at him as he underwent his dramatic facial reconstructions, who watched and waited for a chance to hurl abuse at him if and when he slipped up.
These same detractors pinned child molestation charges on him and gloated when he fell from grace in the pubic's eyes.
I chose to ignore those reports that he allegedly molested kids. In my eyes, MJ was a soft spoken and kind guy, a symbol of love and peace who loved children above everything else. When he settled those lawsuits out of court, i wanted to believe it was because he'd rather an amicable resolution than a lengthy public court case, and not an admission of his guit.
As MJ's brother so aptly put when he gave his eulogy,"Just how much pain can one take?"
The tabloids were splashed with all the sensational reports on how frail and sickly he looked and the immense pain he was in both physically and mentally just before he died.
Im glad that he is finally in a place where nothing and no one can hurt him anymore.
God must have been pained that he had to endure so much suffering in his life and so called him back home early.
Sadness.
I grew up listening to MJ's songs.
I vividly remember rewinding and playing the song "Ben" over and over again on my little cassette tape recorder, to try and figure out the chords so i could sing and play it on the guitar at the same time.
I remember valiantly trying to do the moonwalk with my cousins, but failing miserably yet having a good laugh in the process.
MJ is the ONLY pop star whom EVERYONE knows. Ask any coffeeshop uncle who MJ is and chances are, he might start singing in a falsetto, do the moonwalk and grab his crotch. But ask him again who is Justin Timberlake and he'll go "Har? Justin Si Siang?"
No other pop star will EVER be immortalised the way MJ has become.
Gratitude and Pride
When i watched the choir sing "We are the World" and "Heal the World", it dawned on me that these 2 songs have become anthems which the whole world sings. For the duration of the songs, just a couple of minutes, the whole world is truly united as everyone sings along to the all familiar lyrics.
You dont need a lyric sheet to sing these songs, unless you've been living under a rock the past 20 years. MJ's influence on you was just so strong that these lyrics have been ingrained in your mind. He has truly found a way to unite the world, if only for awhile, through his music, for only his music transcends all races and all religions.
And i am grateful to have been in this era when he was alive, where i had a chance to be touched by his music.
Hubby and I have been playing a couple of his earlier hits from youtube, for the kids to watch. We have been showing them Michael Jackson as we know him, in his earlier days, when he was untouched by garish makeup and plastic surgery, when he was untainted by scandals.
We want to expose them to the King of Pop, whom sadly they will not get a chance to know as intimately as us.
I could write so much more on MJ but so many tributes have already been written to him. So i shall be laconic for once.
In the words of his eerily prophetic song which is coincidently one of my favourites
"One day in your life
You'll remember the love you found here
You'll remember me somehow, though you dont need me now
I will stay in your heart
And when things fall apart
You'll remember one day"
Enjoy the King of Pop at his best.
Friday, April 24, 2009
I sing, she sings
Since she was a wee babe, ive been singing a special song to her. "Jesus Loves Me" will never fail to calm her down when she's tired and cranky, and is most certainly the lullaby of choice at bedtime.
Even now, most nights as she is lying in bed smelling her beloved blankie, she will implore either of us to sing it. And if Daddy doesnt do a good job of singing, because he is in the midst of falling asleep himself, she will order me to redo it, properly.
And yes, Baby Bone has come to adopt it as his calming song too. Whenever he is irritable n restless, ill cradle and nurse him and sing this song, and he will stop fidgeting and slowly drift off to sleep.
Lately, Terelle is very taken by a particular song she heard on a childrens' cd. She keeps singing it over and over again, never seeming to get sick of it. It goes like this:
I picked the reddest apple from the tree
It was the finest one that I could see
I saved it all except a bite or two
Just for you
I carried home the groceries from the store
I wanted to be helpful with the chores
I put them all away except a few
Just for you
Someday ill be grownup too
And if i can ill grow up just like you
I ate up all my lunch just like you said
But i think there was a little too much bread
And so i left the crust when i was through
Just for you
Someday ill be grown up too
And if i can ill grow up just like you
Just one more thing before i go to bed
When everything i have to say is said
There's something special that i wanna do
Here's a kiss
Just for you
The first time she managed to memorise all the verses, she said,"Mummy, this song is for you." And some nights as we are lying in the dark, she will sing it to me, in her sweet little soprano voice.
I dont think she fully understands the emotional nuances of this song but i'd like to think she means every single word of it, and it warms my heart.
Baby, when im old and grey and my memory is failing me, sing this song again to mummy and let me remember how we used to sing each other to sleep ok?
Even now, most nights as she is lying in bed smelling her beloved blankie, she will implore either of us to sing it. And if Daddy doesnt do a good job of singing, because he is in the midst of falling asleep himself, she will order me to redo it, properly.
And yes, Baby Bone has come to adopt it as his calming song too. Whenever he is irritable n restless, ill cradle and nurse him and sing this song, and he will stop fidgeting and slowly drift off to sleep.
Lately, Terelle is very taken by a particular song she heard on a childrens' cd. She keeps singing it over and over again, never seeming to get sick of it. It goes like this:
I picked the reddest apple from the tree
It was the finest one that I could see
I saved it all except a bite or two
Just for you
I carried home the groceries from the store
I wanted to be helpful with the chores
I put them all away except a few
Just for you
Someday ill be grownup too
And if i can ill grow up just like you
I ate up all my lunch just like you said
But i think there was a little too much bread
And so i left the crust when i was through
Just for you
Someday ill be grown up too
And if i can ill grow up just like you
Just one more thing before i go to bed
When everything i have to say is said
There's something special that i wanna do
Here's a kiss
Just for you
The first time she managed to memorise all the verses, she said,"Mummy, this song is for you." And some nights as we are lying in the dark, she will sing it to me, in her sweet little soprano voice.
I dont think she fully understands the emotional nuances of this song but i'd like to think she means every single word of it, and it warms my heart.
Baby, when im old and grey and my memory is failing me, sing this song again to mummy and let me remember how we used to sing each other to sleep ok?
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