We Only Got 4 Minutes to Save the World

July 24, 2008 at 6:17 am (When the Heart Speaks)

Do you think that the world is in trouble? Surely you’ve all heard about the world coming to an end, but at the back of our minds we think, “I’m pretty sure the world’s not going to end tomorrow.”

 

We watch movies or TV shows with stories of people who are terminally ill, and then they’re told that they only have a year, 6 months, or a few weeks to live. If you were told you only had 6 weeks to live, what would you do?

 

Please don’t say crap like “I don’t wanna die a virgin!” I would honestly much rather hear someone say something cheesy like, “I want to leave behind a legacy” As Michael Jackson’s song would go, “There are people dying, if you care enough for the living, make a better place for you and for me”

 

Deep inside us we know there must be something we can do, even if we have a lot of years ahead of us. Unless of course, we die unexpectedly. (Okay, I freaked myself out right there while typing that sentence. What if this blog entry is like my one last shout out to the world?) To some of us, death can come to us like a thief in the night. Many of us probably don’t feel the urge to do anything about everything yet.

 

All these things came to my head when Jewel’s “Hands” song was played over and over in my head while I was coding. It never occurred to me until American Idol Season 7’s Inspirational week. David Cook sang Innocent by Our Lady Peace, Jason Castro sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and other contestants sang their song hehehe. We were watching it at home when I thought about what song I would sing if I were in American Idol. (Yeah yeah like you never imagined doing anything onstage). Two songs came to mind. One was Sarah Mclachlan’s “World On Fire” and Jewel’s “Hands”.

 

Read the lyrics below, to know how and why to save the world ;)

 

“Hands”

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we’re all OK
And not to worry ’cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won’t be made useless
I won’t be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn’t steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn’t ever after
We’ll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what’s right
‘Cause where there’s a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s mind
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s heart
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s eyes
We are God’s hands
We are God’s hands

 

source: www.azlyrics.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I Want To Ride My Bicycle!

July 10, 2008 at 3:05 am (True Story, When the Heart Speaks)

My dad used to sing this to me while I was learning how to ride my bike when I was 6:

 

I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

 

-à Bicycle Race by Queen

 

I think my dad’s pretty cool to have sung this Queen song to me! :)

 

Yesterday I had one of the most exhilarating experiences since I came to Singapore. I went on a secret mission in the morning, all hyped-up, excited and hopeful. When I woke up, everything seemed to have run smoothly. I even found the pair of foot socks that I use for my sling backs, you can’t imagine how relieved I was to find the pair. When they’re not on my feet the socks just look like a tiny ball of hair. I guess many would agree that finding anything as hard to find as that after searching for a long time, would be such a pleasant surprise!

 

So let’s skip the part when I was doing my mission. I’ll go straight to what happened after.

 

Right after the mission, I went to the restroom. After any gruelling experience, I always get the impulse of having to go the restroom. I ran through all the mission’s events in my head. I tried to review what I did wrong, how well I did and if going through it was a mistake. Then shortly after the self-review, I then asked myself if I can live with failing yet again.

 

I talked to someone but instead of feeling comforted, I felt like I needed to beat myself up. So before things got worse, I hurried to the bus stop before I did or said anything stupid.

 

When I got home, I felt a lot better. My friends were there. I didn’t have to think too much about what I did wrong in my mission. I had maki, a little pasta, some cookies, leche flan and some chocolate. (Stressed much?) We had a round of DOTA, and we watched a movie. All seemed well and the mission felt like it never happened.

 

That evening, my housemate and I cooked up a fest with our newly purchased oven. I always thought I hated cooking. I didn’t love it, but I can’t deny that I love to eat. As I mom would say, if you’re a picky eater, you have got to know how to cook. Everything for dinner was baked, except our rice and the stir-fried veggies.

 

What I especially like about cooking dinner is that I get to talk about stuff I can’t usually talk about to just anyone. Dinner itself wasn’t the best part. It was the preparation and the things I get to talk about with my housemate. I can share my silly thoughts to her. Funny how we never thought all these little “tragedies” would lead to something as precious as making a new friend.

 

Last night, I celebrated friendship by getting on a bike the second time in so many years. My riding skills have gotten so rusty, I kept flying off the bike every time I tried to make a turn or tried to stop. Waaah! I’m a daredevil like that wahahahah :D I had to suck out the fun out of their biking session by just cycling in straight pathways instead going around corners. They had to accompany me. They will never know this, because I don’ think any of them read my blog haha, but thanks for being patient with me and for lending me your bike :D I had so much fun even if I have all these bruises on my legs now. Haha! Also, last night, after so many years, I discovered that I still have my monkey bar skills. Whappak! :D

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