You Are Loved (Don't Give Up) - Josh Groban

Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When your heart's heavy
I...I will lift it for you

Don't give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I...I will break it for you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved

Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
When you're lost inside
I...I will be there to find you

Don't give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I...I will shine to guide you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved

You are loved
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up
Every one needs to be heard
You are loved

Christmas is around the corner.

You know Christmas is around the corner when...

Sales personnel are unpacking boxes of chocolates...

The in-colors are green and red...

Every store has a sign outside with a percentage on it.

Canes are abundant. The candy kind, that is.

tion

frustration irritation
a little impatient
to go back to civilisation
check my main mode of communication
for information
regarding our relation
would it be desertification
or perhaps some satisfaction
maybe gratification
or perhaps some minor inflammation
of the organ of palpitation.

Fall For You.

The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting
Could it be that we have been this way before?
I know you don't think that I am trying
I know you're wearing thin down to the core

But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you over again
Don't make me change my mind

Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you's impossible to find
You're impossible to find

This is not what I intended
I always swore to you I'd never fall apart
You always thought that I was stronger
I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start

Ohh, but hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you over again
Don't make me change my mind

Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you's impossible to find
It's impossible

So breathe in so deep
Breathe me in, I'm yours to keep
And hold on to your words 'cause talk is cheap
And remember me tonight when you're asleep

Because tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you over again
Don't make me change my mind

Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you's impossible to find

Tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you over again
Don't make me change my mind

Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you's impossible to find
You're impossible to find

ironic.

How ironic that we stumble and falter and stammer and get mystified on how to enter into a relationship, and we repeat the same cycle over again when we want to end it.

But there's no default line, or model answer or ten-years series to complete and say the right line.

At the end of the day, it boils down to the heart.

The last Waltz

The gramophone croons out 'What A Wonderful World' as the sea breeze wafts in through the windows. A table is set, complete with cutlery, two empty wine glasses, and two lit candles at each end - its flames flickering continuously and complementing the mellow yellow light of the room.

Two doors at both ends of the room open simultaneously, and from each a person steps forth. Surprise, apprehension, and then relief at the recognition of the other person. He steps forward, extends a dark red rose, full of life and love.

"May I have this waltz with you?"

And she curtsies.

Louis Armstrong fills the air as they waltz around the room.

Two amateurs, having no prior experience, but both having faith and trusting in each other. Silently, with no verbal communication, they turn not as two, their feet moving as one.

Eyes of warmth and hope.

And their waltz end as they leave the room together.

The last waltz.

Musings and faith hope and love.

Army kinda changes one's perception of time. And its limitations.

Time means change. Changes over time. It's like an egg or chicken came first kinda thing. They probably came together. Time and change I mean, not the chicken and the egg.

And so two weeks since I've checked my mail, six days of nada contact with civilisation, and a lot has changed. New president, new handphones, and loads of old news and new news to catch up. Like did you know Cats the Musical is coming to Esplanade Theatre next year. New macbooks.

And I didn't know Starhub only stores messages for two days. I probably only received a quart of messages sent to me. So if I didn't reply your message, thousand apologies. My dad said can actually purchase more storage space. Wonder how I should go about doing that, since I foresee plenty more of non-contact-with-the-outside-world days to come in the next two years.

And to receive email chains. And take a step back and reflect. It's so easy to just fall into the routines of life, do the same thing every day at a particular time day in day out, and army doesn't make it any harder, with fixed timings and all.

Hobbies that are now but pastimes. And new hobbies to venture into. Which does make one wonder. We always say news is always bad, full of death or gore or misery. But what would be an example of a good news? Some might say it could be the demolition of ERP gantries. But what if it were to be in a universe context and not a geographically-limited context?

Suddenly walking seems like a luxury. To walk my own pace is but a blessing. Do you realise we always walk in the pace of others. Boss wants the assignment done by tomorrow and we do it and suit his pace. Lecturer wants a paper due day after and we suit her pace. But those whose pace we accommodate, they too have to follow another pace. And so at the end of the day it's merely a matter of different paces trying to beat to the same rhythm. If you were ever in the school band, its like the first few practices for the member who just joined in, as everybody tries to follow others' tempos and at the end of it all, everybody is in the same tempo as nobody.

And everyday new challenges come to tackle our passions, be they a service or a person. Or maybe it's just a matter of time. The flame can only last as long as the length of its wick, and the candle the length of its wax. And wax can be lengthened, and wicks can be longer.

And at the end of the day, these three remaineth: Faith, Hope and Love. But the greatest of all is Love.

You.