Suspicious Minds

Last night, I bought a(nother) dvd on Elvis. My obsession with him began at a young age. Freudian wise, it has to be something to do with my father. I remember my father imitating Elvis when he was asked to sing at the Malaysia Hall back when he was a Law student in UK. I can vividly remember my father sitting on a high stool, hair like a karipap and singing "Are you lonesome tonight" much to my awe,delight and bewilderment.

My sister and I are passionately in love with the King of Rock & Roll, and although I have convinced myself that 'Elvis is no longer alive', I still harbor child-like hope that one day, Elvis will come and serenade me at least 2 songs.

In the Ghetto and Suspicious Minds.

Why these two songs?

The lyrics and melody of these 2 songs are just so, so beautifully... honest!

Suspicious Minds

We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we cant build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where Ive been
You cant see these tears are real
Im crying

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And be can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Lets don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know
Ive never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah
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In the Ghetto

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if theres one thing that she don't need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

Yes.

My mother told me that in any relationship, trust is very important. When one sows a seed of doubt in the relationship, the foundation is shaken and paranoia sets in. It is good to be on your toes- to stay alert and to be aware of your surroundings, but its tiring and stressful to constantly battle the fear and insecurity; the green-eye monster within us.

Recently, a peaceful walk was held to hand over a memorandum to the King. What was written in the nation's mainstream papers portrayed or rather, highlighted issues that made the 'illegal rally' deem more sordid and dangerous than it actually was. I know of those who went for the walk, with no political agenda in mind, walking back home with a 'healthy' recollection of the event. They did come home slightly damp from the rain, but they had lots of beautiful pictures and stories to share with us. According to them, there was no need for tear gas or water cannons. They were there simply for its for its four main objectives. In a nutshell, for a fair election. That is all. There were no intentions to cause bloodshed. Or to wreck the hegemony. Just sincere hope for a fair election.

I always believe in two sides of the story. And I highly advocate that we should always be wise when listening or reading what is told or read by us. Pictures CAN tell a thousand lies, and stories ARE edited. Rumors are akin to the game "Chinese whispers" and you should never judge a book by its cover. Never.

Speaking of which, I find it hard to believe that there are some people who can say the nastiest things behind your back, but be strangely sweet and loving when you bump into them. I find it hard to believe that a certain ketua had the cheek to say, his actions were sincere when 'he bought the icecream before nabbing the illegal workers". I find it amusing that a particular leader has very limited vocabs when addressing 'cowards'.

Pondan does not mean cowardice, sir.

Ok. Baby Isobel is squirming. She is to make her debut in 11 days time. She is the love of my life right now - no matter what.

Oh -- on another note, Adam & Eve were butt naked before Eve ate the sinful apple. That was when they realized their naked selves and started feeling ashamed, in which they quickly started to cover their privates with leaves and figs if I'm not mistakenlah. Its in the first chapter of Genesis in the Holy Book. Isobel will be making her debut butt naked too. Then I will motherly care for her (mothercare...geddit? snort!) in a snug wraparound.

Is it not ironic then that Britney Spears is being condemned for being a 'bad mother' cause she is showing her fanny to the world when according to the Bible, we were supposed to be roaming around naked anyway before sin settled in?

Or was this all part of God's plan? To sin and be clothed?

Sigh. A catch-22. Just like the song, In the Ghetto. How suspiciously strange.