Happy Birthday to Yun ^^

This is indeed a long overdue post.. 

Well~ It's never too late to pen down some memories~ as Yun always did.

This is Yun's 27th Birthday.. fall on the 3rd September 2011. 

Previously, Yun celebrated it together with Yun's housemates and church buddies.. 

well, this year had turn out to be a little bit different.. hmmm~ Not going to mention the sad part.. but glad that there are still buddies around.. my beloved family members, housemates and of course with him..

Thanks to all Yun's friends for the wishes, celebrations, presents and of course lots hand make cakes and cards.. Yun love it very much.

Colour of the Wind

I was doing some cleaning up when I overhead this song played on a radio broadcast. Seeking after it for weeks and eventually I get to know the name of the song ~ here we go share with me dearest readers - Colour of the wind by Venessa Williams.

  You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But if you know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

Chorus:
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brother
The heron and the otter and my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Repeat 'Chorus'

How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
All you own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind.