...dreams

Love Moves In Mysterious Ways
Nina

Who'd have thought this is how the pieces fit
You and I shouldn't even try making sense of it
I forgot how we ever came this far
I believe we had reasons but I don't know what they are
Don't blame it on my heart, oh

Love moves in mysterious ways
It's always so surprising
When love appears over the horizon
I'll love you for the rest of my days
But still it's a mystery
How you ever came to me
Which only proves
Love moves in mysterious ways

Heaven knows love is just a chance we take
We make plans but then love demands a leap of faith
So hold me close and never never let me go
'Cos even though we think we know which way the river flows
That's not the way love goes, no


Like the ticking of a clock two hearts beat as one
But I'll never understand the way it's done, oh

Love moves... in mysterious ways....


It does, doesn't it? *smiles* I've always believed I'm a hopeless romantic in love with love only maybe more sensible than others. But there was a time in my life when believing in fairytales didn't fit or make sense when everything and everyone are blinded with "what's normal."

Bit by bit the star just became dimmer and dimmer until it's life got lost in the sea of routinary living. I started working and stopped playing - ceased to read, ceased to write (unless it's a report I have to submit or an ill feeling I have to sort out), ceased to question, ceased to be silly, ceased keeping up-to-date with new songs and memorizing them, ceased to inspire or be inspired, ceased to dream, ceased to bloom ...

Anywhere but Here...

Wherever or whatever *here* means. Somehow I felt so out of
place, like some oddball in the cosmic balance of the universe.

But...

"Life has a funny, funny way.. of helping you out..."

Alanis Morisette anyone? The original angst queen way before we
even heard of Avril Lavigne or Ashlee Simpson? Well, her song
Ironic from the Jagged Little Pill which won her a Grammy Award
for Album of the Year has that line ... life has a funny way of
helping you out... I wouldn't just agree but would even say, life
has a cheeky, cheeky way of helping me out. *winks*

Anywhere but Here = There's Nowhere I'd Rather be Than Here

When you take all the oddness, the weirdness and dullness from
anywhere but here, multiply it to the infinity of magical random
moments, you arrive at a life so rich that there's nowhere I'd
rather be than...


... here

I thought I was doing just fine until now - until YOU.

*thank you*

What would happen to the world if we stopped creating music? If suddenly everybody just became silent? I don't even wanna go there.

Just out of randomness.. who was the very first composer and what did he write about? What inspired him to write such song? And when was that? If anybody knows... please tell. Free me from this misery. Lol! Ok.. so I went too far. Everybody is allowed to do that once and a while (or for some more often).

I just wondered coz it's already 2005 and still new songs are being composed, new tunes are sang, new ideas still born. I wonder if there will ever come a time when composers ran out of materials to write about? Or will there be a time when music is no longer relevant? That it becomes just so-and-so. I refuse to think of such time. I'm glad human life span assures me of not knowing such time if it ever will exist. I'm happy knowing that my frailty gives me the insight to appreciate the little things in life.

Music and Madness. I remember this phrase yet im not sure if it's a song title, album title or artist name? haha! I tried looking... if it's a song, i didn't find the lyrics to it.

There's just something so nostalgic about those two words. Music and Madness. Why music and madness?

*walks aways wondering...*