of life and lyrics

This is an absolutely legendary song by Sting.... the lyrics are just stunning....kinda sums it all up really!


The Book of My Life

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

-sting-

....and with the patience of angels

"Live then beloved children of my heart, and never forget that until the day God deigns to reveal the future to man, the sum of all human wisdom will be continued in these two words :
WAIT and HOPE!"

-the count of monte cristo-

of coffee and vadais

I was sitting on the bus this morning, heading to class,and found myself reminiscing about my summer...and this was one of the few memories that will always,always stick!


It was a grey afternoon, and there was a deluge in Petaling Jaya.It was the day I was heading back to Glasgow, and my mum and me had just finished some errands. My dad and my brother came to meet us and we swapped partners, with my brother and mum heading off to go get groceries and get my brother's hair cut,whilst my dad and I went in the opposite direction to collect laundry. On our way to the laundrematte, my dad and I stopped by Raju's restaurant in Jalan Chantek ( for those of you who know PJ/KL, you know where I'm talking about).
They serve amazing ayam goreng (fried chicken) and roti canai aww man.... so yeah back to the point....we had coffee, vadais and curry puffs. Being quite tired after all the running about with last minute bits and bobs to tie up, the chat was at its minimal....besides that,the fact that I was already feeling pretty miserable at the prospect of leaving home that night..... was just adding fuel to the fire!
But nevertheless, as we sat there in this open air hot-favourite amongst us locals, with the rain setting a very damp yet cozy background and piping hot coffee clasped in hands.... I thought to myself, "This is nice, so very very nice!! Me and my dad."
It was perfect...the quiet between the two of us was sublime. Its one of those moments where words would've just exponentially diminished the beauty of that afternoon...between my father and me.