At the end of the storm is a golden sky

9 05 2012

The words of the first lines of a famous song (especially for supporters of a famous football club), “You’ll Never Walk Alone” rang true this morning for at the end of the early morning storm that I took a walk through, a golden sky was there to greet me as the darkness lifted and as day broke – a sign perhaps for the long suffering supporters of the football club?

This morning’s golden sunrise over Marina Bay at the end of the storm.

When you walk through the storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on, through the wind
Walk on, through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
You’ll never walk alone

Raindrops keep falling on my head

16 06 2010

I suppose that some may not agree with me, but the rain this morning is a reason to celebrate. I have always been fond of the rain as I find that there is nothing that compares to the freshness that rain can bring to otherwise angry day. Walking in the rain this morning, as I have always been inclined to do, I was reminded of my days in school, when I never resisted the opportunity to play in the rain and splash in the puddles of water. My white canvas school shoes could never stay white in the rain and my feet were never dry. I guess I was one of the more fortunate, having two pairs of school shoes, allowing me the luxury of washing one pair at any time during the week and leaving them to dry under the refrigerator. This brings to mind a common sight back then when school children in raincoats could be seen walking with bags of plastic over their shoes, with some in flip-flops – all done to protect their only pair of shoes from getting wet.

The rain this morning.

The rain this morning also brings to mind a Hal David and Burt Bacharach song popularised by B. J. Thomas that was popular in the 1970s – one that as school children, we would sing on rainy days:

Raindrops keep falling on my head,
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed,
nothing seems to fit.
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling.

So I just did me some talking to the sun.
And I said I didn’t like the way, he got things done…
sleeping on the job…
those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling.

But there’s one thing I know:
The blues they send to meet me won’t defeat me.
It won’t be long till happiness sleps up to greet me.

Raindrops keep falling on my head,
but that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red.
Crying’s not for me
cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining.
Because I’m free.
Nothing’s worrying me.

It does take Diff’rent Strokes to move the world … thanks for the laughs Gary!

29 05 2010

Most of those who grew up at the time I did, would remember cute little character Arnold Jackson in the Sitcom Diff’rent Strokes. Arnold was played by Gary Coleman and provided lots of laughter with his antics and his very popular catchphrase “Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout, Willis?” … Sadly, Gary Coleman passed away from a brain hemorrhage following a fall at his home in Utah on Friday. He was 42. Rest in peace Gary, and thanks for the laughs you gave us!

RIP Gary Coleman
8 Feb 1968 to 28 May 2010

What'choo talking about, Willis?

Diff’rent Strokes

(Lyrics from the theme song)

Now, the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum,
What might be right for you, may not be right for some.
A man is born, he’s a man of means.
Then along come two, they got nothing but their jeans.

But they got, Diff’rent Strokes.
It takes, Diff’rent Strokes.
It takes, Diff’rent Strokes to move the world.

Everybody’s got a special kind of story
Everybody finds a way to shine,
It don’t matter that you got not alot
So what,
They’ll have theirs, and you’ll have yours, and I’ll have mine.
And together we’ll be fine….

Because it takes, Diff’rent Strokes to move the world.
Yes it does.
It takes, Diff’rent Strokes to move the world.

Old King Cole and the ten little Indian boys …

15 02 2010

The first album I ever owned was a compilation of children’s songs given to me by my Godparents for Christmas when I was maybe three or four, which included two of my favourites Old King Cole and Ten little Indians:

My first record

Ten little Indians

One little, two little, three little Indians
Four little, five little, six little Indians
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians
Ten little Indian boys.

Ten little, nine little, eight little Indians
Seven little, six little, five little Indians
Four little, three little, two little Indians
One little Indian boy.

Memories of my maternal grandmother (II): Burung Kakatua

9 01 2010

In between P. Ramlee and Pontianak movies in black and white … I would sit by the high green wrought iron four poster bed listening to the stories my grandmother would relate … and from behind the opening of the kelambu (mosquito net) drapped over the posts she would often sing a song which was a favourite of hers, a song that I learnt to sing by singing along with her, a song in Bahasa Indonesia about a Cockatoo (Burung Kakatua):

Burung Kakatua
Menclok di jendela
Nenek sudah tuah
Giginya tinggal dua
Letrum Letrum Letrum ooh la la
Letrum Letrum Letrum ooh la la
Letrum Letrum Letrum ooh la la
Burung Kakatua

My maternal grandmother and me, MacRitchie Reservoir, 1969

One day in your life … remembering Michael Jackson

26 06 2009

Thanks Michael for the gift of some of the most wonderful music that I grew up with …

One day in your life
you’ll remember a place
Someone’s touching your face
You’ll come back and you’ll look around you

One day in your life
You’ll remember the love you found here
You’ll remember me somehow
Though you don’t need me now
I will stay in your heart
And when things fall apart
You’ll remember one day…

From ‘One Day in my Life’, Michael Jackson, 1975

I would certainly remember you not just for one day in my life …

There are places I remember …

4 01 2009

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

– The Beatles, “In My Life”