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The B word
Tuesday, July 14, 2009 12:19 PM



As much as I don't wish to, blogging seems to be a weekly affair now... Perhaps I figure out that by writing lesser boring stuff and posting a whooooole lot of pictures once in a while will be more interesting. Gonna spare a thought to my readers. :P

My life have been soooooooo boring that I can't even summarise them into one paragraph for me to blog it out. Only one word to describe, which is B O R I N G. (oh dear did I just said boring again? argh.)



I didn't want to jump into the bandwagon and blog about the late Michael Jackson because I thought I will not be much affected about his passing but I was wrong when one day I realise he is the only person who can bring me to tears with his songs.

I mean, tell me, are there any other singers and song writers who can move you to tears with their voice and music? The kind of love his songs express is not just any kind bgr relationship... but the love for the children... the yearn for world peace, sometimes we can't seems to find the right words to express, yet he is able to do so through his songs.



(Childhood)

Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for the world that I come from
'Cause I've been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart...
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
'Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...

People say I'm not okay
'Cause I love such elementary things...
It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood
I've never known...


Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates in adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me,
Look within your heart then ask,
Have you seen my Childhood?

People say I'm strange that way
'Cause I love such elementary things,
It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood I've never known...

Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like fantastical stories to share
The dreams I would dare, watch me fly...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me.
The painful youth I've had

Have you seen my Childhood...



It's okie Michael, to love such elementary things. It's okie...

RIP. xx

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