Tears and Fears

The glare of this light is annoying.

But this has been my place for the passing months.

I observe the crystal ball before me. 

I don't like what I see. 

Is the fear of death more fearful than death itself?

A young woman got stuck in a car after a collision at the trunk road.

The late arrival of the paramedic diminished her chance for survival.

She fancies music a lot and writes about thirteen songs todate.

Putting hopes to cut her own album, she endured with the hopes that day will arrive when people are singing her tune. That the world will discover her music.

A collission on a Tuesday morning teared up everything in a second.

Her unspoken lyrics. Her song demos. Her passion. Her hopes.

Her fears. Her frustration. Her struggle. Her pain.

What's our worth at the end of the day?

Some people have good things fall easily into their laps, with or without the luck.

Some did their very best and be flat honest but hindrances are here to stay.

What's wrong?

What's the barometer to measure who, what and when they deserve good things to happen?

I don't want to answer this question.

I am unable to answer him, except with a blank, lost  look on my face.

Should I be thankful I am still around or I am merely living on the shell without my essence?

The Road Home

Hilda has been looking for a home for years. A home which shall become her dwelling.
A home where she belongs and no one could encroach. A home where she belongs without end.
Today, she assures herself that it will never be found here because this is not where she is meant to be.

The disorder returns and she hopes this is the last episode.
The pain and discomfort which were familiar are here again.
Today, she realises all the more that life is not an answer but a question from the beginning.

She lets herself  to write more now as time permits.
She wants to be happy because it is bringing her closer to home.
Today, she braces herself and walks among the crowd despite the silent pain.

'Why me' is an automatic response when it attacked her in silence.
The groans, moans and whispers of prayer.
Today, she learns the ability to eat and sleep is a blessing indeed.

A new year came after the old has gone.
She wonders why do we celebrate when a new day is just another recycled day to be.
Today, she weeps not because suffering could end soon when the above opens the door of her home.

Hasten me home to lessen my suffering, she said.
She longs to walk the path which leads her home.
Today, she visits those who had found their home.

Do we borrow time or we are made to borrow?
She still couldn't find the meaning of being a soul.
Today, she finds the enchanting sea could be evil too.

Sooner or later we have to go.
Someone else will arrive to replace the departure.
Today is just like another ordinary today, except the day she gets to home.


Nocturne - Daylight Rain

http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=SG&v=_hyAOYMUVDs

Hellos and Goodbye

Bit by bit I get back to those whom I met some years ago.
Perhaps it's because we are coming at the end, closer than before.
We see how much we have changed and what we have not.
We realise how time not only flies but how it has shaped us as well.


A few days ago, a brother in the church I used to go was ushered up to above.
I whispered a silent prayer, throwing a gaze through the glass window and thinking about him.
His sudden exit is a reminder again.


Three questions came to my mind as fast as the lightning. Questions about my exit from this world.

1) How will I leave? (Most important of all)
2) When and where is the final place?
3) Who is the last person I will see before I leave?

At the end of the journey, everything seems to be meaningless.
We could not take we have. We do not belong here but we live as though it's our permanent abode.

We all have the common goal in this world - seeking happiness and it comes in the form of material and non-material.
We do not choose to arrive here just as we can't choose when we want to leave, even jumping from the 99th storey may not be successful if that is not meant to be.

So, what do we do with life?
Perhaps, one of the best thing that happen here is not buying the huge mansion on tophill.
Perhaps it's not being a well-known personality, getting our dreams materialised, driving the fancy car down the Great Ocean Road or the first millions we made.

How I do want to live if I know tomorrow is my last?

This is the song I could not resist to replay. It carries me to the past, present and  maybe the future.


Someplace Good

http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=SG&v=POSo-nEZ1vY

May' Lovers to a Secret July

We are coming closer to our second year annivesary, and yes to close it.
We have celebrated the joys and downs in our life's journey and it ended quite well, amicably.
Now matter where we will be in the past and next zones, perhaps it is only right, to meet for the last in July.

You will be the secret I'll keep like the buried ocean liner.
You will be the secret I'll share with my child.
And, sometimes secret will taste pure and purer as time goes when you cover it with sands by the seaside, watching the sea water to wash and carry it away.

These renditions which I find so apt to describe the gamut from joy to grief which we've shared throughout those moments.

-Excerpt from "Letters of Carmen July"
Dedicating for a July Remembrance:

Under the Moonlight:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBizQ-zZoZw&feature=relmfu

What Will I Do:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3UuL6mhQoJA

Hear Me Cry:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5mLOMKJYpo

Close to You:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7UVoHpwY90&feature=related

Close to You: (Piano version)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cl3uZHmUpT4&feature=related

Silent Emotion: (Piano Version)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlpiVaxuqUs

Silent Emotion:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eP6EDaV-jd0&feature=relmfu

Pathétique

Three days over and  this has come as marked in the diary.

I packed my work and made my quick steps, grabbing a quick meal and headed to the theatre hall.

With high hopes and a dizzy state,  I sincerely hope I would not end up in disappointment and that my restlessness will melt, at least , within the 2 hours.

I am glad and pleased to make it.
After coming back to this place for some time,  it has changed to somewhat a better landscape.

Changes. While I resist changes at some point for some reasons, I know well now that familiarity has takes a lot of   back seats. Let's just hope that the changes are for the benefit of many, to make this world a lesser doom.

Somehow, my wish , still remain unchanged.

In the darkness within the 2 hours, my soul was delighted and carried away by Beethoven's piece.

No disturbance. Only the Adagio movement, solitude, the perfomer and us.

It described the multiple mood and the delicate sense, running in between hopes and fears.

It also escorted me to time in Japan, coming towards the end.

I still recall those moments at the end of dusk, a soft light which, perhaps only could prevail back then.

It is probably a dimmer hope to return and find such radiance in the march of time.

Still then, I have to fill the remaining days with the sun of righteousness, innocence of morning light and a light, mystic silent night.

Enjoy:

Beethoven Sonata No. 8 'Pathetique' Mov. 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly1iTD0zB1Y&feature=related

Happier than a bride

A woman's biggest and happiest day most would think is none other than the day when she is dressed in white raiment, walking down the aisle for the one.

However, my biggest and biggest day is more than a wedding for me.=)
And somehow it tastes sweeter than honey and deeper like the long kept wine.=)


Right now, I am on euphoria. Simple, sweet and sound.

Thanks to all who have been reading and following my blogs.
Thanks Jeff for being my avid and supportive reader.
And hope you 'll be the best critic too.
Thanks to Keith for the people and moments and, decorating my life.
Thanks to Smiley for being there to listen. What  precious ears you gave. Much appreciated.

Sorry must I say if the contents have been rather cynical, pessimistic, singular and anything but brilliant.
May I knit lovely words, thoughts and sharings to enrich each other life.

Cheers,
Coral Gal

This is one of the 'euphoria' song:

Artist: The folk duo from Swell Season
Title: Fallen from the Sky
Year: 2007

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Rl6e2HhcgU

Beauty has a game

Too Gorgeous
He was, (ok, he is ) one of the most stunning, good looking man I came across thus far.

Banking on his birth assets due to mixed parentage , it was an easy game and he landed  a TV presenter job in short months time after leaving London. Thereafter, stints are coming easily which I must say the credit belongs to his :    

1)look      2)popularity      3 )lastly, learning skills and diligence

Beauty obviously have an edge over plenty, plenty aspects in life.

It turns people on. The sex appeal, especially for Adam species.

It landed contracts, contacts, assets, negotiating and bargaining power and etc, whatever material desire achievable in this human world.

In some cases, beauty comes after wealth and health, and relationship.

These kind of beauty is more prevalent these days than the former kind (the gorgeous born).

Is beauty a talent?

A stand up comedian who was a former actor (trying to be humble though) , tossed this question to a former beauty queen who attended an audition of a talent quest programme.

She gave a long pause, perhaps analysing whether her stunning looks is equivalent to 'talent' or either she was thinking how could a stunning woman like her, stunned at such a question.;)

Being human, no one would turn down beauty. As time progresses, beauty or rather the form of beauty has undergone its revolution, more than an evolution.

Beauty now is ascribed to stick-on eyelashes, rhinoplasty (nose job), augmentation, double eyelids and rejuvenation, which is why beauty industry is such a booming business.

 It made it that everyone can afford to be beautiful if they are willing to pay the price.

Beautiful according to the world, not so much according to oneself.

Being and becoming beautiful

Nevertheless, some form of beauty couldn't be altered.

It is not by birth, yet it's natural.

It could be nurtured, developed and formed gracefully yet strong. 

Sadly, many are not going for such a beauty.

I found this beauty in an uprising woman in her musical journey.

It's not because she wins an Oscar (something to be proud of -  she wins the award at the age of  19).

It's not because she has celebrated fame and name.

Down to earth, no pompous act, as herself- that's it.

Unlike the self-made or self-induced sensation and ostenatious acts among the artists. (and some do not deserved to be named as one)

Her soft voice wows and so does, her song compositions.

Another beautiful beauty is evident in the newly married recording artist now known as Mrs Fink.=)

Another award winner songstress and best selling author who is not a junk beauty.

Standing firm in her principles, her unwavering faith in Him and her patience (especially) and passion made her so lovely.

Beauty vs love

I find that we can find beauty in love, never love in beauty.

And in everything, there is a price to pay.

The only issue - are we paying a worthwhile game?