I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
These are my final moments Mom,
and I'm so unprepared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?
Note: The author of this poem is unknown...
I remember listening to a girl recite it at a competition, and let me honestly tell you, I had a huge lump in my throat by the time she finished... This is one of my favourite poems... I still get goosebumps every time i read it...
Monday, 29 June 2009
Friday, 26 June 2009
Michael Jackson - A Tribute (not an awesome one, but the best I could come up with)
Somehow it’s hard to digest the fact that Pop music’s most erratic, crazy, wrongly accused entertainer is no more... Somehow writing about him won’t do much justice, not that I am trying to do that, but then I have always been of the belief that Michal Jackson was one helluva music composer and dancer, even though majority of the people thought he was a paedophile, a weirdo and a nut-job.
I mean, he revolutionised the music scene. What with his trademark “Red Leather Jacket”, the Moonwalk”, the moves, the grinds, the gyration, the songs... I remember watching a documentary where one woman was talking about being a teenager when Beat It released. She reminisced about how every second person in America had a red leather jacket just like the one he wore for the music video. And the dance moves, who can forget them? The pelvic thrusts, the stiff hand movements, the fast leg crossing... People still use his steps nowadays - it’s the stuff of legends...
It’s a shame that he was always targeted in the negative sense, and people chose to forget who he is and what he does... They started making judgement calls for absolutely no reason... Ok, I agree hanging your child from a balcony is extremely stupid, but then which celebrity hasn’t done asinine things?
Apparently he was coerced into singing as a child, into becoming a member of the “Jackson 5”. None of his brothers who were in the band enjoyed being in it, not one bit. I remember watching a TV show where Jackson told viewers about how he hated being in that ‘child’ band, about how their father forced them into doing it, about how he’d make them practise for hours at a stretch.. Probably all this had a psychological impact on the fellow...
But then when I sit and think about it, I hope he isn't dead and all this is a sham, a huge scandal.. It's a trifling sad he 'died' so suddenly of a heart attack, whilst speculations of skin cancer.. I just hope he isn't dead and this is all just a publicity stunt to get away from the media, from the maddening crowd and enjoy being a recluse and live happily in Neverland, forever... :)
I mean, he revolutionised the music scene. What with his trademark “Red Leather Jacket”, the Moonwalk”, the moves, the grinds, the gyration, the songs... I remember watching a documentary where one woman was talking about being a teenager when Beat It released. She reminisced about how every second person in America had a red leather jacket just like the one he wore for the music video. And the dance moves, who can forget them? The pelvic thrusts, the stiff hand movements, the fast leg crossing... People still use his steps nowadays - it’s the stuff of legends...
It’s a shame that he was always targeted in the negative sense, and people chose to forget who he is and what he does... They started making judgement calls for absolutely no reason... Ok, I agree hanging your child from a balcony is extremely stupid, but then which celebrity hasn’t done asinine things?
Apparently he was coerced into singing as a child, into becoming a member of the “Jackson 5”. None of his brothers who were in the band enjoyed being in it, not one bit. I remember watching a TV show where Jackson told viewers about how he hated being in that ‘child’ band, about how their father forced them into doing it, about how he’d make them practise for hours at a stretch.. Probably all this had a psychological impact on the fellow...
But then when I sit and think about it, I hope he isn't dead and all this is a sham, a huge scandal.. It's a trifling sad he 'died' so suddenly of a heart attack, whilst speculations of skin cancer.. I just hope he isn't dead and this is all just a publicity stunt to get away from the media, from the maddening crowd and enjoy being a recluse and live happily in Neverland, forever... :)
Saturday, 20 June 2009
Life Is Too Short...
Life is too short to be taken seriously. I mean, we spend so much time worrying about the past (something we cannot change no matter what we do), or being apprehensive about the future (again- something we have absolutely no control over). What we should do instead, is just enjoy life; take it as it comes. Make the most of 'now' :)
Life is too short to take things for granted. We all do: possessions, wealth, materialistic things, people, health, money etc., without realising that they can all be taken away, 'poof!', just like that.. Nothing is constant. The scene keeps changing. So what is the point in tearing our hair out, worrying about things that are going to change ? What we can do is enjoy what we have right now.. Enjoy the wealth we have, live comfortably, have a decent savings account, love fully and without any inhibitions, exercise to have a healthy body; live and let live.
I know this may sound philosophical, but everything is ephemeral when one sees the biggest picture :)
Life is too short to have regrets. The saddest words one can utter are "what if.." If something feels right, do it. Just do what your heart tells you to do. Do something wild, go indulge in delicious mouth watering cuisines, explore the world, colour your hair electric blue, get a tattoo, para sail/glide, bungee jump, scuba dive, dance like no one's watching, listen to loud music, scream at the top of your lungs - just go wild. You'll have awesome memories and no regrets!!
Life is too short to hold grudges. Forget and forgive. No point harbouring ill feelings towards the guy who snubbed you fifteen years ago :)
Life is too short, but whatever we do have - we can make the most of it and have a blast of a party!!
Life is too short to take things for granted. We all do: possessions, wealth, materialistic things, people, health, money etc., without realising that they can all be taken away, 'poof!', just like that.. Nothing is constant. The scene keeps changing. So what is the point in tearing our hair out, worrying about things that are going to change ? What we can do is enjoy what we have right now.. Enjoy the wealth we have, live comfortably, have a decent savings account, love fully and without any inhibitions, exercise to have a healthy body; live and let live.
I know this may sound philosophical, but everything is ephemeral when one sees the biggest picture :)
Life is too short to have regrets. The saddest words one can utter are "what if.." If something feels right, do it. Just do what your heart tells you to do. Do something wild, go indulge in delicious mouth watering cuisines, explore the world, colour your hair electric blue, get a tattoo, para sail/glide, bungee jump, scuba dive, dance like no one's watching, listen to loud music, scream at the top of your lungs - just go wild. You'll have awesome memories and no regrets!!
Life is too short to hold grudges. Forget and forgive. No point harbouring ill feelings towards the guy who snubbed you fifteen years ago :)
Life is too short, but whatever we do have - we can make the most of it and have a blast of a party!!
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