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Lose Yourself

If you had one shot
One opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
One moment
Would you capture it
Or just let it slip

There is a question. Five frogs are sitting on a log.  Four decide to jump off. How many are left?

You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it
You better never get it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a life time

The answer to the question is: Five. Why? Because there’s a difference between deciding and doing. You simply just miss every shot you don’t take.

You can do anything you set your mind to.

– Originally published in May, 2012

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Try To Remember

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. In 2012, people were talking about the world would end in December. The calendar of the Mayans ends on December 21, 2012. A distant planet, Nibiru, was predicted to collide with Earth that year. When we woke up in the morning of December 22, 2012, we all knew Nibiru has missed us. The Mayans calendar starts a new chapter and so is our life. And another date for end of world will be predicted. People normally will not imagine how to live their last day, but why not use these predictions as a reason to revisit our bucket lists and live everyday like it’s our last? The end can actually come to us at any time. So, lighten up, enjoy life and remember those good moments.

– Originally posted in May 2012

Without You

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No I can’t forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that’s just the way the story goes
You always smile but in you eyes your sorrow shows
Yes it shows

Your first relationship failure may be the first significant setback in your life. I had mine when I was studying in the university in UK. That year, I was in final year and lived in the university accommodation. It was a mixed flat – 6 boys lived in one wing and 6 girls lived in the other wing while the kitchen and lounge are for common use.

That Christmas break, all the local students went back home to celebrate Christmas. As the only overseas student in the flat, I stayed alone during the break. Two weeks into the break, a girl lived in the opposite wing came back. She claimed she needed to study in advance to prepare for the exam after Christmas. I knew she just broke up with her boyfriend who was also a student of the university.

Since there were only two of us in the flat, we talked more and knew each other better. Then we went shopping, watched movies, studied and even cooked together. At one time, I thought we were dating. But I was wrong.

No I can’t forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrow
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it’s only fair that I should let you know
What you should know

After the break, she met her ex-boyfriend in the library, they talked, laughed and gone. Within ten minutes, they were back together again. I saw they left happily together and knew that I misunderstood or simply thought too much. She might just need someone to kill the time. The reserve needs to disappear when the selected player back on the court. I should read that “Idiot’s Guide to Dating” or email Dalai Lama regarding human relations.

People have different ways to deal with setbacks in life. For me, I run. That night, I ran around the campus for long, long time. I didn’t understand why other students looked at me strangely when I ran past them, until I found out later that there was a mentally sick man who occasionally appeared near the campus and harassed the students. They might admire my bravery in running at night or think that I might actually be that guy.

After the run, I was exhausted, short of breath and lying on my bed. Sometimes you can just sigh, throw your despair to the world and let go. I would be alone tomorrow but those beautiful memories stayed. I could even feel the happiness one more time.

I can’t live, if living is without you
I can’t give, I can’t give any more
Can’t live, if living is without you
Can’t give, I can’t give any more

Soon I graduated and prepared to leave UK. I was clearing out my locker in the flat the last time I saw her. She asked when I would be leaving. I told her the date and other than “all the best”, I couldn’t find other more meaningful things to say. She might feel the same way and we didn’t say anything. There was a brand new bottle of pepper powder in my locker that was never been used and I gave it to her. She smiled and I thought this might be the oddest gift she ever received. I wanted to tell her that I was fallen for her that Christmas but I just couldn’t pluck up the courage.

Some of us learn things the hard way – adding experiences through welts, bruises and assorted psychic and emotional pratfalls. For those of us, life must be lived to be learned. It will be a fine day tomorrow and life has yet to unfold.

– Originally published in April 2012

Yesterday Once More

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 superpower 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 superpower, 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.

– Originally published in April 2012

The Animal Song

When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
A television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far
I’ve got to break away
So take my hand now

‘Cause I want to live (… like animals)
Careless and free (… like animals)
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

“The Animal Song” is a song by Savage Garden in 1999. The song was written for the film “The Other Sister” – a love story between two mildly mentally challenged teenagers. I rented the movie because of the song, but it is really not my type and I remember I gave up watching it midway. However, “The Animal Song” is always one of my top running songs. Other than the keyword “run” appears several times, the song can actually convey the feeling of freedom in running. That’s why I love running outdoors – the road, the fresh air, the scenery, and competing with myself.

I’ve been having difficulties keeping to myself
Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie
Which one is more human
There’s a thought, now you decide

Compassion in the jungle
Compassion in your hands
Would you like to make a run for it
Would you like to take my hand

People in the community such as my hairdresser and the guy working in the gas station call me “Mr Runner” because they see me running in the morning. Although some of them may not actually know my name, I just wonder am I really a runner? I like running as it is flexible and I can run by myself at any time. It’s no need to call your friends or book the court, all you need is a pair of good running shoes and the road is always there – a sport suitable when you feel lonely. I forget when I started waking up early to run. The morning run can keep me refreshed and concentrated for half the day. But I will also feel depressed and guilty the day I missed the run. Although I do not take it so serious, when someone calls me “runner”, I just nod back and smile.

Sometimes this life can get you down
It’s so confusing
There’s so many rules to follow
And I feel it
‘Cause I just run away in my mind

Other than the casual morning runs, I also run a couple of half marathons and attend other running events along the year. For long distance running, the race can be self-destructive. You may experience shortness of breath, sore legs, muscle cramps, stomach pain during the run. Although you are surrounded by other runners in the race, you are alone and you need to believe in yourself that you can do it. This is the sense of determination acquired from your every day practices that pushes you forward and keep going. Life is suffering and the reward at the finish line will not be that great without the struggle. We all like challenges and there is always a new goal after a goal was achieved. The finish line becomes the starting line of the next race. We may not satisfy with the previous runs, but we can always look forward to the next race. We should be glad that we have the chance to learn, improve and start over again. Never give up, no matter what happens.

Close to You

Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you

I don’t have many close friends that last for a long time. Those met in childhood, from school and work, they just came and went. After we graduated, moved and changed jobs, we talked less and less, and eventually lost contacts. Even some had claimed as best friends forever once upon a time, we still fell apart due to various reasons. We all have different footsteps of life, but we still walked part of our journey together. And that can possibly be our happiest moment. In case we meet again by chance someday, it’s fine to stop and give each other a hug. I’m still the same me, just gained a few kilos in weight, some more wrinkles, lost some hair and the remaining turned gray.

Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you

Many people met their soul mates but at the end they cannot be together. The timings when they met may be wrong – one of them already have a partner, one needs to move overseas, their feelings to each other or the courage just come too late. Although they are not lovers, they share their life stories and are always there for each other. There is at least one special friend like this who occupies an important spot in our heart. Someone we will try to take care, protect and make them happy no matter what life brings us. Your special friend may feel the same way but the question is never asked as the answer is already known. After some time, we get used to this relationship and feel comfortable as we both know that this pure friendship can last for the remaining of our time. To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.

On the day that you were born the angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair
Of golden starlight in your eyes of blue

We can choose our friends but we cannot choose our families. The bond is there once we were born. We went exploring and shared those adventures with our siblings in childhood. But we take different paths of life as we grow up and we become farther and farther apart. Their new families take priority over the old one. At the same time, our parents are getting old and in poor health. We then become aware of how much we love them through the pain of seeing them suffer from illness. Life is a circle. Our parents took care of us when we were young and we watch over them when they grow old. It can be exhausted, but I think this is the responsibility of a family member and what a family is for. Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it’s about learning to dance in the rain.

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

I have a special feeling to Cat Stevens’s song “Morning Has Broken”. Although I’m not a Christian, I feel peace, relax and comfort when hearing this song. This is the first song I learned from the high school music class. I still remember our music teacher Miss Tang playing the piano and leading the whole class of boys to sing this song. I guess some of us were day-dreaming of having a girlfriend like Miss Tang one day.

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

I normally run in the morning around the neighborhood. I like the fresh air, the early sunlight, the singing of birds, the quiet environment and the aroma of breakfast from people’s homes. On the road, I may come across other runners, people having their morning walk or walking their dogs. I usually give them a polite nod and smile, and they may return a smile back. A little interaction between strangers cross path in life.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

In this 24/7 city, the border between night and day becomes blurred. However, no matter how you had spent the night before – sleeping peacefully, suffering insomnia, working night shift, getting drunk in the pub; you always look forward to the following morning as it brings along a brand new start. Not everyone can move forward in the journey, life may not be what you expect. But we at least should be proud that we have the courage to set off again each morning. A life is simply a lot of days put together. Live one day at a time and make every day count.