I'm an Ordinary Man Lyrics
(One for the males)


Well after all, Pickering, I'm an ordinary man,
Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance,
to live exactly as he likes, and do precisely what he wants...
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim,
Who likes to live his life, free of strife,
doing whatever he thinks is best, for him,
Well... just an ordinary man...
BUT, Let a woman in your life and your serenity is through,
she'll redecorate your home, from the cellar to the dome,
and then go on to the enthralling fun of overhauling you...
Let a woman in your life, and you're up against a wall,
make a plan and you will find,
that she has something else in mind,
and so rather than do either you do something else
that neither likes at all You want to talk of Keats and Milton,
she only wants to talk of love,
You go to see a play or ballet, and spend it searching
for her glove, Let a woman in your life
and you invite eternal strife,
Let them buy their wedding bands for those anxious little hands...
I'd be equally as willing for a dentist to be drilling
than to ever let a woman in my life, I'm a very gentle man,
even tempered and good natured
who you never hear complain,
Who has the milk of human kindness
by the quart in every vein,
A patient man am I, down to my fingertips,
the sort who never could, ever would,
let an insulting remark escape his lips
Very gentle man...
But, Let a woman in your life,
and patience hasn't got a chance,
she will beg you for advice, your reply will be concise,
and she will listen very nicely, and then go out
and do exactly what she wants!!!
You are a man of grace and polish,
who never spoke above a hush,
all at once you're using language that would make
a sailor blush, Let a woman in your life,
and you're plunging in a knife,
Let the others of my sex, tie the knot around their necks,
I prefer a new edition of the Spanish Inquisition
than to ever let a woman in my life I'm a quiet living man,
who prefers to spend the evening in the silence of his room,
who likes an atmosphere as restful as
an undiscovered tomb,
A pensive man am I, of philosophical joys,
who likes to meditate, contemplate,
far for humanities mad inhuman noise,
Quiet living man....
But, let a woman in your life, and your sabbatical is through,
in a line that never ends comes an army of her friends,
come to jabber and to chatter
and to tell her what the matter is with YOU!,
she'll have a booming boisterous family,
who will descend on you en mass,
she'll have a large wagnarian mother,
with a voice that shatters glass,
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life I shall never let a woman in my life.

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For the Ladies...

The Hidden Messages In Your Bouquet...


Red roses are traditionally associated with St Valentine's Day; to many people they symbolise passion, true love, romance. To some, however, they can also symbolise lack of originality!


Whether a single stem or a dozen blooms, red roses can state the obvious - as one respondent to a Flowers & Plants Association survey said: If you've got her with one, you don't need the other eleven...

The F&PA advises men to play it cooler this February 14th; show her you're a classy guy who's taken the time to choose something a little more personal. Why not follow the language of flowers for a hidden message? Flamboyant amaryllis flowers - like huge red lilies - make an impressive impact, and also mean splendid beauty - perfect for that supermodel you've had your eye on.

A bouquet of bright, tissuey ranunculus - like full-blown roses - not only looks gorgeous, but says you are rich in attractions. Maybe she'll take you to lunch on her Gold Card!


For the more passionate amongst you, a few stems of deliciously scented white tuberose - a tropical flower, not a rose - imply dangerous pleasures; while for those worshipping from afar sunflowers simply spell adulation.

If you are a traditionalist at heart, and it just has to be roses, why not try a bunch of small yellow ones instead - and tell her she is all that is lovely...



Ladies ...
Happy Valentine's Day.

p/s: Happy Birthday to May & Abo. I'll get you gifts unless if I forget or if I cannot find you.

[[ music ]] Ben - Michael Jackson
[[ mood ]] grumpy

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I have been pathetically thinking of what to blog about the entire day. I was about to conclude my search and forget about the whole blogging idea. After all, for those of you who have remained to be faithful to my blog would probably not mind waiting another day. However, it would be unjust of me to not repay your faith in me and unkind to myself to not keep my promise to write as soon as I possibly can.

Here goes…

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh. I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
By, Robert Frost

“The poem seemed to me to crystallize a quality which Julie and I share. Given a choice, we are both impelled by something inside us to take the more difficult road; the road "less traveled by." hoping the reward at the end of it will prove it to have been the right choice. Julie chose the hard road when she was 19 and was offered her first chance on Broadway in The Boy Friend. She had doubts about taking it, as I've told you, because it meant leaving the family she loved.”
Ted Wells in ‘The Julie Andrews Only I Knew’

For most of you, you would probably have heard of Robert Frost and this poem (since it’s in your syllables for English). At a very personal level, this poem had very little significance to me. It appears to me one of the most uninteresting poems of the Form Four collection although admittedly, most of the poems in that collection were arid. This lasted for some years. Today, I finally see the beauty of this poem when I read what Wells wrote about his daughter, Julie Andrews.

More importantly, I suppose this is a poem we can all relate to. It very much summarizes the whole situation in life, eh? The decisions we have to make, the paths we have to pick, the risks and gambles we have to take and above all the courage to face the consequences and outcomes of our own decisions is something we all have to deal with in different phases of our lives. While we are at it, let’s just keep our heads on our necks and our feet on the ground.

It's hard to explain what I feel after reading what Wells had written. It just made me give the poem another look ...
Well ... the poem isn't exactly my point. It's how Wells relate the poem the the lives of both her daughter's and his. Words fail me ...

Well, mates... this is the best I can do today. My apologies.

Cheers.

[[ music ]] Shall We Dance - Julie Andrews
[[ book ]] The Comedy of Errors - w. Shakespeare
[[ mood ]] thoughtful

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I'm just so bored with my law and assignment .. these are the results...
Mates .... UPDATE YOUR BLOGS !!!

Now: Doing my law assignment.
2hours ago : Having breakfast.
6hours ago: Sleeping

==================
LAST THING(s) I...
==================
Bought:Earl Grey tea bags
Read: The Comedy of Errors Act 1 Scene 2
Watched on TV: -
Watched on VCD: The Sound of Music
Watched on DVD: -

======== PREFER.. ========
Club/house : House
Cats/dogs: Dogs
Pen/pencil: Pen
Gloves/mittens:Gloves
Food/candy: Food
Cassette/CD: CD .. do people even use cassette now?
Coke/Pepsi:Coke
Matches/lighter: Lighter

=====================
WHO DO YOU WANT TO...
=====================
Kill: This is not a place to get political.
Fcuk: Hmm...
Kiss: My brother
Hug: My brother
Rape: I don't rape ... I can afford to pay for sex if I want to.

=========== FAVORITE ===========
Color: White, Red, Black
Shoes:
Site: www.amazon.com
Song: ... People don't usually have a favourite song.. Songs die with time... don't they?
vegetable:
Fruit: Fruits...

======= Last... =======
Last movie you saw:Bridget Jones Diary - The Edge of Reason
Last phone number you called: Mum
Last song you heard: Shall We Dance
Last thing you had to drink : Earl Grey with Honey
Last thing you ate: Instant noodles
Last time you showered: this morning
Last time you smiled: Tin just told me she wants to kill Einstein.
Last time time you laughed: Hmm...
Last thing you said: Fuck!

========= DO YOU... =========
sleep wif animal: No
Read the newspaper: They are expensive
Believe in miracles: Yes ...
Believe in astrology: No
Believe in magic: No ... but I wish I could float if I laugh too much ...
Wear hats: Caps ..
Have any tattoos: No
Hate yourself: No
Like your handwriting: Not a lot of people can read it
Believe in witches: No ... I hope they exist
Trust others easily: Sadly ... no.
Take walks in the rain: Yes ... but nobody does it with me.
Miss someone: Des

[[ music ]] I Loved You Once In Silence
[[ book ]] Law Assignment 01

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Here I am … trying to complete one of my two law essays that I desperately need to finish by Thursday and there is this other person in another part of the state rushing me to update!

Well … lately, I have been surfing around and found quite a few updates that were similar. I suppose for most of my peers that still have not decided on where to go and what to do next is having a slight feeling of angst and sorrow. Before this, we all had our directions. In school, all we needed to worry about was how we perform. We grade ourselves by our examination results and make competition out of class or form positions. When all that is over, we start to wonder where we should go from there. “What do I want out of life?” This is one question that occasionally pops out in my head and very often I find myself lost in that question. I suppose this is one question to a great extent needs and answer. Yet, perplexity and confusion comes from yet another question. “Where do I find that answer?”

All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without the benefit of experience.
Growth is one thing I see from the entries I have read lately. Some entries are written with anticipation for a brighter future but some are works of girls who are obviously suddenly stricken with fear and fright of the future. Fear comes from the fact that we all know the importance of the decision we make at this moment of our lives. It’s a big transition from secondary education to tertiary education. We all know that the education that we decide to pursuit will eventually in one way or many others decide our future. That is why there is always hesitation and we are all faltering forward slowly. More importantly, I think we are all beginning to realize the fact that growth, ultimately comes from our own human choice.

Some of you might be already eighteen or going to be eighteen in weeks or months. You can legally smoke your lungs off. You can handle a destructive vehicle. You can drink till you are wasted. You can have sex anytime. 18 is a big number. It is the legal age for many adult activities. 18 also represents the number of years you have been around and now finally a grown up and able to make decisions of your own. Yet, some decisions are always harder to make than others. Deciding on where to go and what to do is an example. These decisions are no less superior than the decisions you make later in life … whether to get married or not, whether to quit a job or not, whether to buy a car, make an investment or start a business.

The fact is mates … even when some of us did finally make the decision to go to college or Form 6 or do a foundation course somewhere, we are not entirely sure of what we want out of life. I, sad to say do not know exactly where I want to go after college. Then again, I am only allowing myself to think about college at the moment and get over it. Until then, nothing else should preoccupy my mind. That is all I can and should plan. I know there are always talks and thoughts of taking up a law degree. Then again, the question comes back to whether I’d actually make a good enough lawyer … as good as I appear to be or as good as I know myself to be. Like everyone else, I too have fears. But, at very same moment, I also know that courage means being scared to death but still saddling up anyway. I suppose that’s how I lived my life all these years. I’m never the happiest person around. Perhaps it is because I have made wrong decisions before this and push myself through it anyway. But, as I grow up … time catches up on me. All the thoughts I have before … fears … they slowly and gently come back to haunt me. Anyhow, life goes on … and decisions have to be made.

What I am trying to say here is that … I am too afraid to run. So … don’t be like me.


Cheers.

[[ music ]] I Knew I Loved You - Savage Garden
[[ mood ]] tired

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Where we ought to live; the past, the present or the future?
If we ought to live in the past, are memories of the past enough to help us cope with the harshness of real life? If we ought to live in the present, why do we always plan for the future? If we ought to live in the future, what tools do we have to confirm our plans of the future?

My Past

Well, you know what they say; a picture paints a thousand words. And I have pictures … of my childhood. To look back at the years I spend at preschool and primary school, pictures are one way or another, a hard core evident of my “nothing special” childhood – filled with frowns. Surely I was too young to understand the austerity of the world and too young to even comprehend the worth of money. Yet, the pictures I look at now do reflect an unhappy young girl trying to grow. What could have gone wrong? I had what I needed if not what I wanted. Perhaps there was certain incompleteness in a girl who could have barely understood the meaning of incomplete itself. All I can say now is … pictures don’t lie. And if by looking at pictures tell me a little something of my emotional and mental state in the past; surely I would not opt to live in the past.

At Present

I suppose … this is the only one part of my life I can confirm. Then again, the present is always filled with thoughts of the future. Am I contented now? The answer appears to be vague to me. Perhaps it is because of the vagueness and ambiguity of the future or even the fact that I cannot grasp the randomness of time. I have learnt from my past that the future does not usually turn out to be what you expect. I was … full of ambitions and plans. I had a 5 year plan, then a 10 year plan … lay out exactly what I want out of high school and things I want to achieve and it all didn’t work out as well as I would have planned or desired. Perhaps it was my negligence in the draft itself but the outcome speaks for itself. Therefore, I resolve to only focus on my present ambitions and desires to give myself the contentment I believe I deserve. People ask me often enough that I am sick of the question where I am going to go after my A-levels. They also often respond to my reply with a “huh?” look on their face. I tell them that I will only allow myself to plan what I have to do for now. What’s after A-levels is beyond my control at the moment. And we will all just wait and see how I turn out. Of course, I too am aware of the fact that what I the plans I make now affects the outcome in the future in the most obvious way. However, I am also aware of the fact that I cannot and will not attempt to try to control what I cannot foresee at the moment. More importantly, I know that time travels along with my unconsciousness. Everything might be gone before I can even say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I understand the effects of time and I know that if there is anything I want to do about it that would be to celebrate it.

The whole life of man is but a point of time; let us enjoy it.
Plutarch (46 AD - 120 AD)

The Future

A preoccupation with the future not only prevents us from seeing the present as it is but often prompts us to rearrange the past.
Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983), The Passionate State of Mind, 1954

I want my own place. I want a SUV. I want a sports car. I want kids. I want to be rich. I want to be successful. I want to travel. I want to be happy. I want to write a book. I want to direct a play. I want to compose a song. I want kids. I want grandkids.

Give me a confirmation that I will get all that in the future before I die and I’ll think about the future more.

There is one poem that explains everything I feel about how we all look at the future not knowing that we are not living in the present.

"Rising Five" - (Norman Nicholson)
'I'm rising five,' he said,
'Not four,' and little coils of hair
Unclicked themselves upon his head.
His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare
At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light
Above his toffee buckled cheeks. He'd been alive
Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more:
not four,
But fising five.

Around him in the field the cells of spring
Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot
And stem shook out the creases from their frills,
And every tree was swilled with green.
It was the season after blossoming,
Before the forming of the fruit:
not May,
But rising June.

And in the sky
The dusk dissected the tangential light:
not day,
But rising night;
not now,
But rising soon.

The new buds push the old leaves from the bough.
We drop our youth behind us like a boy
Throwing away his toffee wrappers. We never see the flower,
But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit,
But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed
In the baby's cradle, we look for the grave in the bed:
not living,
But rising dead.

Cheers ...
Live now ...

[[ music ]] Chim Chim Cheree - Bert
[[ mood ]] hungry

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For Dai.

[[ music ]] Don't Speak - No Doubt
[[ book ]] Delegated Legislation
[[ mood ]] working

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Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
Jane Austen (1775 - 1817)

I hate fear.
More than that, I hate not knowing what I fear.

[[ music ]] Bryan Mc Fadden - Real To Me
[[ mood ]] scared

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