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Somewhere out there

This is a very nice song that I recently found the piano score to. Here are the lyrics:

Somewhere Out There

written by James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil

Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight

Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

My dead blog, revived

I haven't posted for close to half a month, and now my poor blog is getting a revival from me. All the bitty details are here:

ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. The movie was quite alright, with Snape the funniest. I stii can't get over the part where he mutters "I can vomit". The possession scene was lengthened quite well though THE KISS WAS WAY TOO LONG. I timed it. It was 25 seconds. EWW,EWW,EWW. Sirius' death was also rather short, though the Harry-going-mad-at-death part was too draggy for me.

I FINALLY GOT DEATHLY HALLOWS!! The book is so cool, though now I feel extremely sad for Snape, someone who has been misunderstood and who had such a sad life. It feels that he is truly one of the greatest and bravest characters ever known. It is always some of those villians who end up with a greater place in the reader's heart than the heros.

I'M STRESSED. And I thought Sec 1 was really really bad. All the work come chionging towards me like a full-forced train and there are so much stuff to do, an endless list of tiny details that threaten and is slowly squeezing my energy, zest and life out of me. There are so many things to do, to learn, to acomplise. Trig, Bio, everything. The NPCC room needs sorting out and tidying and rearranging. People, including me, need to order new unit shirts, sometimes I feel that the whole world is just about work and work and work.

PASSING OUT. Ok, the Sec 4s did not stand in a line and all faint, but it was really a touching event. I didn't believe Ying Ching could cry but turns out she could. I really hope we would not let down the Sec 4s and we can bring the unit to greater heights.

Anyway, here's the lyrics to song that I'm currently mad about. It's called 真的 and it's really very very nice.

我努力的仰着脸孔
试着眼泪不往下流
别往下流
不安的感觉到什么
在我生活中不再相同
很不相同
想要说
却还沉默
伸出手
无法触碰
天空突然一片辽阔
原来你是真的已经离开我
在我不熟悉的世界过新的生活
闭上眼让泪水滑落
此刻你已真的永远离开我
在另外一个没有我的世界
自由的走

There's not much more to say, seems like life is just a giant circle that goes round and round boringly, but here are the bumps that leave marks in my life.

Thanks to Siyi for editing my blog.
My greatest gratitude to her on this.
And her greatest gratitude to me on being her greatest best friend.

Email

The email came
In the bulk foler
Oh no
Another of those
Irritating, disgusting
Pieces of rubbish
That those
People with no goal in life
Send out to others
Hoping they can
Maybe buy them
But it was not
But it was not
It was not
But it was just as disturbing
Maybe more disturbing
More disturbing
much more disturbing.

Used to see it as
An honour
Something great
Something good
Something
Something that everyone dreams of
People chase it
they waqnt it
Or is it that I want it?
I wonder
Is it just me
Did they also
Want it?
It is hard,
But as they say
Rewarding?
I do not know.

I wonder
If I can
Win it or maybe
If I will lose it
If the one
That I think is sutable
Wins, I think I will
Be happy
Be happy for her
Be happy for everyone
Be happy
Be happy
But if the other one wins
I will be happy for her
But my heart will not be happy
I think
I think
I feel I am better than her
Much much better
How can she
Why do I feel like that
She is
She is
Supposed to be my friend
My good friend

They asked you to prepare
Prepare to tell them
Yourself
Your hopes
Dreams
What you wish to do
To bring this thing to
Greater herights
Greater heights
Can I do that?
I feel I can
But can I really
I am nothing but a
Normal human being
Normal
Weak

The speech clashes
With other things
What am I
Supposed to do
To convince
T convince
That I can
I will be able to
I am better than the others
I am better
I will be able to

Maybe I should
Just go along with the flow
Maybe I can
Win a place for myself
With my heart
The true me
Without hate
Without fear
Without
Without

I will just go with the flow.

War Thoughts

Woke up to an empty house this morning. Quiet morning became rather chaotic after parents and brother returned. Piano session was interrupted as my parents told me to coach brother in theory. I don’t mind, but he is very uncooperative. Nevermind. Managed to do my Maths, cheers! Still have quite a lot of work to chiong, sigh. Was typing History Pt draft when this thought came to my mind—we are supposed to pretend we lived through the war, so far so good. But how many of us today can actually survived in a war while exhibiting heroic behaviour? We grew up in such a comfortable environment, can we really survive if there is another war, let alone be a beacon to others?

Remembered the old poem I used for With Great Pleasure last year, another W.H.Auden one. I shall decide he is my favourite poet.

Refugee Blues – W.H.Auden
Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said, "
If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;
"If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread":
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die":
O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.

Another sad poem, but vividly describes the Jews’ thoughts during World War Two. The poem’s sad, I’m sadder now.

My very first post! 07/07/07

I seriously do not believe it, but I have started a blog. Clap and cheer everyone! And I've started it on such a nice date, cheers!

I have nothing really to write but, let me describe my incredible journey with my seniors from HTA yesterday... After the quiz, the four of us set off to go, well, home. And as there are millions of NPCC cadets there, you know, common sense tells you that it is ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE to get onto the bus... So, we decided to take a taxi to the nerest MRT station, nice and simple. Such a nice and simple decision turned out to lead to--a half and hour walk to the middle of nowhere! Simply incredible. Though it was rather fun (for me at least, I got horned by a car while we were walking on a road^^), we managed to find a main road and get a taxi. So no one died, end of story...

Absolutely LOVE Funeral Blues, it is sooo nice. Can't get over chemistry! So cool. No more Maths Olympiad on Sats, cheer, people! Anyway, here's the nice poem...

Funeral Blues -- W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Nice,huh? So expressive and sad. Should all watch the reciting of this poem during "Four Weddings and a Funeral". Still can't get over the comment that was supposed to be "Without the dead person, his life can't go on"... It became "Without the person dead, his life can't go on"....

Ran out of stuff to write, shall end it here. ^^