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Fast and Furious 7

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I’m a hardcore Fast and Furious fan. So when the song “See You Again” was played at the end of “Fast and Furious 7”, when Brian (Paul Walker) and Dominic (Vin Diesel) drove in separate ways, when Brian’s previous scenes in the series were flash back, I was deeply touched. I like how the movie brought the character Brian to completion. He started as an FBI agent and was assigned an undercover investigation of Dominic’s crew. But in the process he developed friendship with Dominic and other group members. He eventually left FBI and married Dominic’s sister – Mia. After all the adventures, he retired for his family. If there is Fast and Furious 8, it won’t have Brian for sure. If you are interested, check this ending scene of Fast and Furious 7.

It’s been a long day without you, my friend
And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
We’ve come a long way from where we began
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again

Back to the movie, there’s actually nothing much to say except it’s a showcase of Hollywood blockbuster entertainment. Deckard (Jason Statham) seek revenge for his brother who was defeated by Dominic’s crew in Fast and Furious 6. Dominic’s group worked with the government to save a computer hacker, Ramsey and find the disk drive with the powerful surveillance program that she developed – the God’s Eyes. Deckard also teamed up with the terrorist – Jakande, tried to obtain the God’s Eyes.

As each movie in the series becomes bigger and louder, cars are no longer raced on streets or freeways. This time the sites are Caucasus Mountains in Azerbaijan and the Etihad Towers in Abu Dhabi. In addition to the attack from the stealth helicopter and the drone at the end, it’s action after action throughout the movie and we simply have no time to think whether the story is reasonable or not. We’ll accept no matter how the car is crashed or how many bullets are shot, our heroes will still survive. One more thing, director James Wan, your horror movies are my favorite in recent years and you surprised me with Fast and Furious 7. You had proved that you are capable of directing big budget action movies as well as thrillers and horror films. I’m looking forward to your next movie.

So let the light guide your way, yeah
Hold every memory as you go
And every road you take, will always lead you home, home

Note: Paul Walker died in a single-vehicle collision on November 30, 2013.

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Yesterday Once More

Note: I’m travelling in November, so there will be no new posts. Instead I will select and re-blog some older posts here.

When I was young
I’d listen to the radio
Waitin’ for my favorite songs
When they played I’d sing along
It made me smile

Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they’d gone
But they’re back again
Just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well

When I was in primary school, I only needed to attend the morning class for half the day. Knowing there was someone who shared my desk in the afternoon class, I started to communicate through written notes put in the drawer. The other student was a girl and she replied. We mostly talked about the school life, the subjects we studied, our teachers, and exchanged some exam tips with each other – a way to communicate before the time of internet, email and social network.

After school, I normally back home and had lunch, did my homework while listening to the radio. At that time, people still wrote letters to the DJs and dedicated the songs to their friends. Grand-mum would be busy in preparing dinner by late afternoon and I might watch some TVs – superman killing monsters, adventures to outer space, protecting earth from aliens. So, I always dreamed about having special power and changing the world when I grow up.

Parents arrived home from work in the evening and the whole family had dinner together. After dinner, I continued doing my homework or revising what was taught in the school. Homework seemed never ending. Was I too slow or day-dreaming most of the time? At night before I slept, I might peep through my bedroom window down the park below and see if I can find any ghosts – there was a rumor that the park was a graveyard before. The girl next door was always practicing her recorder by that time and I could hear the notes over the night air.

Every Sha-la-la-la
Every Wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re startin’ to sing’s
So fine

When they get to the part
Where he’s breakin’ her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

In memory, my parents were always busy at work. So, my childhood was mostly spent with grand-mum. When I started high school, I needed to stay at the school for longer hours. It would be around four in the afternoon when I arrived home and I usually felt really hungry due to the early lunch at school. Grand-mum’s hot soup noodle became the highlight of those school days.

In a public housing environment, we had close relationship with our neighbors and knew everyone living in the block. Kids with similar age naturally became friends and played together. Our doors were seldom locked and it was normal to walk to my friends’ homes, chat about stories at school and in the block, borrow some reference books or stationeries, and then back home. We ran a lot those days – running up the stairs and racing with the lift (lift was proved to be faster most of the time); chasing each other through the corridors that connected the buildings; and playing basketball in the playground.

Lookin’ back on how it as
In years gone by
And the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad
So much has changed

It was songs of love that
I would sing to then
And I’d memorize each word
Those old melodies
Still sound so good to me
As they melt the years away

I studied in a boys’ high school. It had an indoor sport hall and an outdoor football/basketball court that we used alternately for our PE classes. However, if this was our turn to use the sport hall for the PE class but it was not available due to public exam or other activities, we would have a cross-country run. At that time, I didn’t enjoy running that much, it was exhausted as there were a number of up hills around the school. I also felt embarrassed for everyone saw me running on the streets, especially the girls from other schools. But it might give me a good foundation to pick up distance running many years later.

Half way through high school, everyone started studying hard for the entry to higher education or university. Those textbooks, lecture notes, reference books, mock exam questions were my every day companion. I attended tuition classes, formed study groups and studied in the library till late. Although I may now forget most of the knowledge gained from school back then, we need to do things in vain at different stages in life.

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re startin’ to sing’s
So fine

All my best memories
Come back clearly to me
Some can even make me cry
Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

Those years, fearless and being wild; the world was much safer and warmer; people were closer and the music was better. My family, friends, classmates and other people I met – you all gave me a unique and happy childhood. Although I don’t have any special power, I hope my existence might in turn change your world a bit. Also to the childhood’s me, thank you for living so fully in those years – the passion and excitement about life; and the attitude in questioning and challenging everything. Although life alters those dreams and leads to a different path, what we remember from childhood we remember forever.

Till the End of the Journey

Note: I’m travelling in November, so there will be no new posts. Instead I will select and re-blog some older posts here.

My friend’s friend passed away because of cancer. My friend is depressed and sobs whenever we talk about this. I’m not good at comforting people, the only words I can think of are: “Your friend may now rest in peace in a happier place without suffering.” I wonder how a healthy person can be conquered by a terminal illness. God, why did you punish them, make them suffer, and eventually take them away? What did they do wrong?

Not until the end of the journey – you will not know how important you are to your family and friends; you will not know there are professionals who decorate you and organize your final farewell party; you will not know those sweet memories you had given to the people around you; you will not know there are so many stories about you that can be shared; you will not know there are so much love, and so much tears.

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised in a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

When your health is getting worse and you know your time is ticking, you cannot go for those luxury items on your bucket list such as traveling or do a parachute jump. You will spend more time with your family, meet those precious persons in your life once more, and return what you had borrowed from others. That’s what my friend’s friend did in her final days of life.

No matter what’s happened, we need time to digest. After some time, the sadness will fade away and everyone will adapt to a life without you. Darkness will be broken by the dawn and spring will come after winter. But occasionally, you will be remembered by someone in the rainy days, when wind howling in the middle of the night, when your favorite songs are played, when those photos are viewed, and when your life adventures are mentioned.

Nothing compares, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

There are two things in life we can’t choose: birth and death. To live is to embrace death. Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today. Try to make each day your masterpiece. When you wake up, think about what a privilege it is to simply be alive and healthy. Don’t be afraid your life will end, be afraid it will never begin. At the end of the day, only memories will live on forever.

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead

Lyrics are extracted from: “Someone Like You” – Adele

Try To Remember

Note: I’m travelling in November, so there will be no new posts. Instead I will select and re-blog some older posts here.

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember then follow

How do you feel about September? In my childhood, a new school year would be started in September after a 2-month summer holiday. On the first day of school, I would meet my friends and talk about what we did during the break. My friends would look a bit different, some gained weight, some got tanned, and some had a different hair style. Everyone seems to change over time. I would be excited in moving up the next level in school with new classroom, new seating plan, sometimes new teachers, and all the new challenges ahead. In contrast to the Northern Hemisphere, September in Australia is the first month of spring when the weather becomes warmer and plants start to grow. September always feels like a new beginning to me.

Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember when life was so tender that
Dreams were kept beside your pillow
Try to remember when life was so tender that
Love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember and if you remember then follow

We were fearless in our youth. There was no bullying; we fought for any conflicts regardless who the others were. We wouldn’t mind the teacher punished us by hitting our palms with his thick wooden ruler. We took the short-cut back home without worrying being kidnapped. Those years, the world was our playground. But we change after we stepped into the real world. We started to worry about we cannot live up to the expectations of others. We try our best to learn from our failures and become a better person. We develop courage by surviving difficult times. In the game of life, after we have earned enough reward points, we get our new weapons, raise our game levels and release a new version of ourselves. At the end, we find that the simplest goal of life is just to fulfill our basic needs.

Deep in December it’s nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December it’s nice to remember
Without the hurt the heart is hollow
Deep in December it’s nice to remember
The fire of September that made us mellow
Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow

There are 91 days between September and December, so December begins on the same day of the week as September every year. How do you feel about December? Will you think of Christmas, the holidays, New Year’s Eve, or your new year resolutions? In contrast to September, December feels like the end. This year, people may be talking about the world is going to end in December. The calendar of the Mayans ends on December 21, 2012. A distant planet, Nibiru, is predicted to collide with Earth this year. People normally will not imagine how to live their last day, but why not use this date as a reason to revisit our bucket lists and live everyday like it’s our last day? In case you wake up in the morning of December 22, you know Nibiru has missed us. The Mayans calendar starts a new chapter and so is your life. Another date for end of world will be predicted. But the end can actually come to us at any time. So, lighten up, enjoy life and remember those good moments.

I’ll Be There

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When I first arrived Australia, I shared a 2-bedroom apartment near the university with Ed. Ed was also from Hong Kong and studying Accounting. There is always a fatty friend in our life. Ed was overweight. He liked to eat and kept eating all the time. Although we lived together, we were not that close. He was studying full time and driving part-time taxi while I was working full time and studying part-time. He normally drove night shifts in weekends and slept during daytime. Occasionally when we were both tired from study or work, we’d drink beer and chat on the balcony, enjoy the city scene in a distance. And our friendship developed slowly.

We were roommates for 2 years until I needed to find a new place as my parents were migrating to Australia. We had our last dinner in a Thai restaurant on the night I was moving out. After a few glasses of beer, he became upset, after he put a large piece of curry chicken in his mouth; he revealed that he has broken up with his girlfriend in Hong Kong.

“I’ll never trust long distance relationship anymore,” Ed said.

I tried to comfort him, “Well, if the relationship really can’t be saved, let it go, don’t hang yourself on one tree. Mourn for some time, learn the lessons and move forward.”

I didn’t know whether my advices were appropriate. Ed just kept looking at his glass of beer. We shake hands outside the restaurant. Then we lost contact until 10 years later.

Dear friend I promise you
The sun will always rise
And I’ll be by your side
Everything will be alright

I know there are times
When trouble things get in your way
Dear friend don’t be afraid
I’m only just one step away

I was walking on the street and someone called my name from behind. I turned and looked at the guy with a familiar round face. “You don’t recognize me? I’m Ed!” I really couldn’t recognize him; his size was nearly doubled since I last saw him. Still keep eating without exercise? As I was in a rush, we just exchanged our mobile numbers.

Ed contacted me after a week and asked me out for a drink. He was an accountant now and got married for 3 years. It seemed there was a pattern to Ed, he started complaining after a few glasses of beer, “My wife moved back to Hong Kong for taking care of her parents. Without her, I feel so lonely here. Last night we had an argument over the phone.”

Ed, my profession is not in psychiatry. “Why don’t you go back Hong Kong and visit her?”

“I don’t have any annual leaves left,” Ed replied.

I sighed, “Then think about what is more important in your life, your job or your wife?”

As usual, Ed kept looking at his glass of beer, mumbled, “I love that sow, may be I can work as a taxi driver in Hong Kong.” That was the first time I heard someone called his wife “sow” and preferred to drive taxi than an accounting job.

Few weeks later, Ed called me. He was in Hong Kong and complained about its weather, pollution, congestion, traffic, people … He added at the end, “But my wife is happy to see me here.” I didn’t ask how long he’ll stay in Hong Kong, the more important was that they were happy at the moment. Life is just a journey to discover who you are and what you love.

I’ll be there to love and comfort you
When you’re feeling blue I will get you through
Remember you’re not alone
Life is hard but I’m with you

I’ll be there to love and comfort you
When you’re feeling blue I will get you through
Remember you’re never alone
For you I will be true and there is nothing that I wouldn’t do

There are friends who come and go in our life for a reason. 10 years ago, I also broke up with my girlfriend in Hong Kong. I also don’t trust long distance relationship anymore. “Let it go. Mourn for some time, learn the lessons and move forward.” By comforting Ed, I was comforting myself. 10 year later, I had a strong argument with her and we didn’t contact each other for months. Ed made the choice to reunite with his wife, I didn’t. How much sacrifices are required in order to love a person? The longest distance in life is when we are just steps apart but you are never aware that I’m there.

Sometimes it is life
No matter how hard you try
It’s solely making you cry
But I have faith in you
That you will shine

Lyrics: I’ll Be There – Eva Chan (Theme Song of HKTV Drama “The Election”)

The Meaning of Being Lonely

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7pm, office. Looking around and I was again the last one remained. I let out a sigh, it’s time to go. I grabbed my backpack, turned off the light, activated the alarm, and left. Out of the building, I walked alone to the train station. How many nights did I work overtime? No matter how hard I try every day, dreams still seem so far away, so distant. Is life wasted on living?

Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can’t be there where you are
There’s something missing in my heart

Those people who travel by train in late evening are mostly lonely. Some are tired and slept soundly, and some looked coldly out of the window. After a busy working day, most of them are relaxed in their personal space. Unlike the morning, the cabin was quiet. I recognized some familiar faces who usually take the ride in these hours. I wondered if they also recognized me. May be one day we will reach out, start a conversation and make the journey interesting. Meanwhile, lonely people are travelling by the lonely train that running on the lonely track across this lonely city.

Life goes on as it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say forever gaze upon me
Guilty roads to an endless love
There’s no control
Are you with me now?
Your every wish will be done
They tell me

How many times did I have fast food dinner alone? Most of my friends had already started their families. They will say, “Get a girlfriend and have a life!” And I’ll reply, “I enjoy the freedom of being single.” But this is an excuse. Nobody teach us how to love and more seriously, how to face a breakup. I think I’ll never have those life experiences of my friends. Although being alone, I find companion on the Internet – my online friends who like my posts and comment on them. Now in my bedroom, facing the monitor, I express my feelings through the keyboard in this post. Loneliness comes with life, but it also adds beauty to life – we learn patience, faith and hope from it.

There’s nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body and soul
How can it be
You’re asking me
To feel the things you never show?

Lyrics: Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely – Backstreet Boys

Only Teardrops

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“Only Teardrops” is a song by Danish singer Emmelie de Forest. The song was Denmark’s winning entry to the Eurovision Song Contest 2013 held in Malmö, Sweden. It competed in the final against 25 other songs and finished in the first place.

Other than the beautiful flute and drum, Emmelie’s voice, if you pay attention to the questions raised in the lyrics, the song also conveys a message of peace and love.

The sky is red tonight
We’re on the edge tonight
No shooting star to guide us

Eye for an eye, why tear each other apart?
Please tell me why, why do we make it so hard?
Look at us now, we only got ourselves to blame
It’s such a shame

How many times can we win and lose?
How many times can we break the rules between us?
Only teardrops

How many times do we have to fight?
How many times till we get it right between us?
Only teardrops

So come and face me now
Here on the stage tonight
Let’s leave the past behind us

Eye for an eye, why tear each other apart?
Please tell me why, why do we make it so hard?
Look at us now, we only got ourselves to blame
It’s such a shame

Tell me
How many times can we win and lose?
How many times can we break the rules between us?
Only teardrops

How many times do we have to fight?
How many times till we get it right between us?
Only teardrops

What’s gone between us has come between us
Only teardrops
What’s gone between us has come between us

How many times can we win and lose?
How many times can we break the rules between us?
Only teardrops

How many times do we have to fight?
How many times till we get it right between us?
Only teardrops, only teardrops

Only teardrops
Only teardrops

How many times can we win and lose?
How many times can we break the rules between us?
Only teardrops

How many times do we have to fight?
How many times till we get it right between us?
Only teardrops