The End of The World

Yes, the world will finally come to an end. The baby dragon inside Earth is ready to hatch. The atmosphere around the egg is finally favourable enough, and the eggshell will crack. Yes, we are mere germs living on the egg shell of a planet-size egg. And our climate warming? Artificial incubation.

Or the end will come because the moon is finally old enough and clumsy enough to inevitably lose its balance and stumble straight onto Earth; or the sun will be finally so pissed off by our ignorance that it'll throw flames of million, billion, gerzillion degrees all over Earth and has himself a barbecue.

Or a brick will fall right onto our heads and knock us dead. That's it, the end of the world.

With the recent instances of catastrophes of earth quakes, tsunamis, floods, mud slides, etc in frequency quicker than the incessant sneezing during a cold, it's not surprising that the-end-of-the-world-is-coming theories are surfacing to spread the dooms and glooms here and there. And I have to admit, once in a while, my pessimistic self would get so frivolously optimistic and my optimistic self would get so downright pessimistic that they'll drag my whole self down and succumb to such fear.

But here's a thought - if somehow you get an update (either by a text or a dream, an sms or an mms, a status update or a tweet, an email or a snail mail) from God, or whatever ultimate being that you believe is controlling our fate, that this is it, game over, the journey has reached an end, the final petal of the rose has fallen, the water has run dry, no more time, the world will go bust within three months, or any length of times, would you go spread the message?

There's no question of hallucination. The fate of the world is as sure as the fate of an egg under the feet of a stomping dinosaur. This is it. Would you go tell everyone what you know?

Assured that nobody will throw rotten eggs at you or ridicule you, everybody will believe unreservedly in what you say, would you stand up on a chair, put up your hands, raise you voice and shout, "The world is coming to an end!"

Would you? Would you?

WHO CARES!!

THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!!!

AN END!!!!!!

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My Rainbow Journey

Why are there so many songs about rainbows,

and what's on the other side.

It started when I came across a video somebody posted on Facebook in the morning - a cover version of one of my favourite song. A song that had slipped from my mind for too long - Rainbow Connection.

Jason Mrat and Paul Williams.

(By the way, if you get the song writer to sing a song he wrote, is it still considered as a 'cover version'?)

It's morning, the song slowly pulled my yet-to-be-up mood with its jazzy tempo back to the depth of my mind.

As the song ended, I was left swirling in the song still for a good thirty seconds. Being in the age of internet and all, I then googled (is this an official word yet?) the song. Not surprisingly (although I was surprised), there are numerous cover versions of the song.

Sarah McLachlan.

Sarah McLachlan represents one of the artists whose songs fell into a period of my life where I was slightly detached from the world of entertainment and pop culture. So, her version didn't hit a resonance in me. But Willie's did.

Willie Nelson.

Perhaps it was how the song was told, maybe it was the presentation of the video - how it interspersed between colours and black and white, present and past, youth and age, innocence and wisdom, or the worn out instruments; Willie's lined face, his white beard and his age-scarred voice which painted a hue of melancholy over the song, brought out the harshness of life and expressed the futile and never ending search of what lies beyond ... I was moved.

But not as much as the next version that I found to my pleasant surprise.

Karen Carpenter.

That was the first time I heard her voice over the song.

I grew up with The Carpenters, hearing my elder cousins playing their tapes and records. But their songs didn't endear themselves to me then. And although I vaguely knew about Karen Carpenter's death back then, I felt no sadness.

Years later when I was studying away from home, Karen's voice slowly etched into my heart. And later when I read back about her untimely death, sorrow overflew.

Hearing the Carpenters-like opening, the introduction by the toy piano (and I thought the off-key was an especially nice touch), the familiar arrangement, the filling-in of the flutes, the horns, the strings and the piano, and her voice open the door to a spectrum of familiar and mellow emotions. As soon as she sang, I was immediately drawn into the song. The way her voice carried the words of the song, and how she strung them together kindled an intimate warmth within.

By the end of the song, I was almost in tears. The sentimental fool that was me. Like they said, I hope she found her rainbow.

Although, if the song is not sung by a muppet, my journey would not be complete.

Kermit the Frog.

Childhood. Innocence. Carefree thoughts about what were beyond milk and cereals, playgrounds, books and studies, lunch, friends and laughters, schoolmates, fights, showers and soaps, dinner, bedtimes and stories, and sleeps and dreams.

A rainbow is a rainbow. That's the seven thick lines of different colours magically painted across the sky in a perfect half circle after a rain. Rainbow.

Although, what DO lies on the other side? What's a vision? Illusion? Who painted it? The lovers? The dreamers? Or, me? And yeah, why are there so many songs about rainbows?

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Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,

and rainbows have nothing to hide.

So we've been told and some choose to believe it.

I know they're wrong, wait and see.

Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.

The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered

when wished on the morning star?

Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.

Look what it's done so far.

What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing

and what do we think we might see?

Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.

The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

All of us under its spell. We know that it's probably magic.

Have you been half asleep

and have you heard voices?

I've heard them calling my name.

Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors?

The voice might be one and the same.

I've heard it too many times to ignore it.

It's something that I'm supposed to be.

Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.

The lovers, the dreamers and me.

La La La Li La La Lu,

La La La La La Li La Lu ...

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So I Thought

And I thought life had been treating me harsh.

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