colour me pretty-

people always ask me why i like to sing. sometimes, they ask me why i sing the songs i sing. at other times, they just ask me to shut the hell up.

i guess, singing is like an outlet of sorts for me. whenever i'm just sitting down and doing nothing, i'd just burst into some random song. usually, it'd be a sinatra or a martin but if i'm in the mood, something more modern i.e. a buble haha. but seriously, when you sing, you just feel so enlightened, so free, so light, so you. its as though all your troubles and worries rise along with the notes, slide through the air and just evaporate. back to the nothingness that it came from. then slowly, as the final note of the song too echoes its last breath, the troubles and worries slowly pile up again. que sera sera.

the african americans used to sing their blues away back in the days of slavery. singing their thanks for life, or maybe just singing to court death. it just makes so much sense. though i admit, i am a but a poor comparison, it all just makes so much sense. in a world, where a true word is a sacred yet shunned commodity, where the revelation of feelings is an act tantamount to suicide, where one knows not where to turn to or to confide in, where one knows that the only solution; that is to let thoughts and emotions fester within, is a self destructive addiction, where one knows that the only way to live, is to be smart, there will always be times when that sword and shield would be too heavy a burden. at those times, all we can do is to find that quiet spot within ourselves and sing our blues away.

we will always be on our guard; sword and shield. but for that few minutes when our soul weeps or cheers, the world becomes a much more wonderful place. one where intent, malice, sorrow, joy, and people are not concerns, but words that flow in a melody. the world then exists in lyrics and tune.

what am i trying to get at here? well, nothing really. just thought it'd type out something as i croon to sinatra's 'my way'.

i faced them all and i stood tall, and did it my way--