I love jewel's lyrics..some are very straightforward while some are to read between the lines. I guess, i can relate to her writings but i can never write like her. Shes a linguist of her own words. And me, mine. She can write about everything and what she see in life...


Well, I was on my way home from the gym this morning, about to turn to Outram Road to CTE from Martin Road via River Valley, when suddenly the car infront of me gave an emergency brake. Thankfully, i kept a distance and my car just stopped right behind he's. I wondered what it was. Ok, so it was an old man, hunchback,who didn't seem to care the rest of the people. He took his own sweet time to cross the road. But he did raise up his hand. He was looking down all the way tho. Once he reached the pavement, he looked up and smiled. His eyes was more than just a flicker, it was a blaze. Maybe he was saying thank you. The driver next to mine just shook his head. I drove on and i realised something about this old man. He can just be knocked down, but he simply chose to carry on walking. Maybe thats life, its all about choices. You can choose to think about how people might think about you, or you may choose to think about yourself. Couple of times, i began to think too much, what others might say about me. I think that is something i should change. I might just wanna be like that old man.. move on, there might be someone out there who cares.. who cares to stop and let me walk...


If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken....

yes.. my hands..they are my own..