Category: Leîsürîa

Natasha Bedingfield is another ‘real’ artist; there’s always much energy and provocation in her music – both words, style and voice.  I’ve admired her since “Unwritten” but in “Strip Me” she has taken her artistry to a whole new level.  There have been a lot of nay-say about the album by critics but it has coherent musical and contextual theme and I love it.

Here’s the lyrics to her song “Weightless” from the “Strip Me” album.  It’s my favourite among the tracks and it’s as inspirational as “Unwritten”.

Natasha Bedingfield

Beautiful woman ... Viva Natasha!

I have to keep reminding myself
I’m not like anyone else
That’s my face on my ID
That makes me VIP
No one exactly like this
No one with my fingerprints
No one can touch you like me
No I can’t fake what you see

They told me, “Girl, to get you’re way, you’ve got to be a bitch!”
They say a guy won’t get the girl, if he’s not filthy rich
You stop with little changes, till you don’t know who you are
Surround yourself with friends who only call you a superstar

Oh yeah (oh yeah), Oh yeah (oh yeah), Oh yeah (oh yeah)
(Ready, set, baby let’s go)

The sky is the limit and I just wanna float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless, I’m weightless
Millions of balloons gather to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless, I’m weightless

I’m weightless, I’m weightless, I’m weightless … Mm

All the things I held in my fist
If I don’t let go, I don’t exist
They’ve become the things that define me
How I look and the things to buy me
That’s not important anymore
I feel me rising off the floor
Light as a feather, I’m carefree, I’m weightless…

The sky is the limit and I just wanna float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless, I’m weightless
Millions of balloons heading to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless, I’m weightless

(Oh yeah) I’m weightless, (oh yeah) I’m weightless, (oh yeah) I’m weightless
La la la la la…

They told me, “Girl, to get you’re way, you’ve got to be a bitch!”
They say a guy won’t get the girl, if he’s not filthy rich
It seems to me that’s so heavy it weighs you down like lead
Don’t wanna be someone I hate ’cause that too make no sense … No

The sky is the limit and I just wanna float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless … I’m weightless

(Ready, set, baby let’s go) … Woo

The sky is the limit and I just wanna float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless (oh weightless), I’m weightless (oh weightless)
Millions of balloons gather to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless (oh weightless), I’m weightless…

(Ready, set, baby let’s go)
Oh yeah (oh weightless), oh yeah (oh weightless), oh yeah (oh weightless)
I’m free as a spirit
Oh yeah (oh weightless), oh yeah (oh weightless)
There’s nothing holding me down
(Oh yeah) … (Nothing holding me down)

P.S. There may be some mistakes in the lyrics displayed here.


Country singers do have a way with making me emotional, especially about home and family.  This is something that literally moved me to tears.  It’s one of the best country songs I’ve heard.  In my life, I’ve lived in my current home for like 17 years, and my family is going to have to move out soon – I’ll be remembering it all my life.  This is for “The House that Built ME” …

Miranda Lambert

Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feeling
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feeling
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feeling
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me


It’s truly a wonderful world with beauty all around; we needn’t go far but just look around ourselves to enjoy it and escape from the things of life.

I am fond of arts and consider myself to be an aesthete.  I happen to be a keen music-lover and one thing I get to enjoy along with the music when I buy an audio CD album is the album cover design, which we call “album art” or “artwork”.  About a month ago, I came across Christina Aguilera’s latest album “Bionic” and it has this really elaborate cover.  The left half of her face was replaced by mechanical parts to give it a cyborg look, and yet she has those sexy red lips on and wavy blonde hair.  The design is provocative and very well crafted, but – although there is a good meaning behind it – I wouldn’t have gone that far.

I was greatly fancied by the “Bionic” artwork, but the ones I really love are simpler and can say well about what music in the album.  For example, in the album cover of Leona Lewis’s “Spirit”, Leona’s eyes can tell that we are in to hear Leona’s psyche, her train of thought, etc.  The photo of Celine Dion embracing a wrapped gift in the album art of her holiday album “These Are Special Times” is really telling about the album contents.  Sometimes, for various reasons, we are conditioned into thinking that only objects created with a touch of sophistication are of artistic value, whether we can or cannot appreciate art well.

Artworks “Bionic”, “Spirit” and “These are special times”

Compare these three divas' artworks - LEFT TO RIGHT: “Bionic”, “Spirit” and “These are special times” artworks

Guess what?  The dull-looking dreary things work just fine.  We just need to know how to appreciate them.

Louis Armstrong sang of a “wonderful world”, and come to think of it his way, the world is wonderful in its own way – without Michelangelo, Beethoven, Shakespeare or even Armstrong himself.  As a matter of fact, the reason these artists’ works – in fine arts, music, literature or whatever art form – has held international acclaim since their creation is that their works portray with a natural tone the things that goes on in real life.

This profound essence can be clearly observed in Jane Austen’s oeuvre.  Honestly, I have never read the original writings of Austen but I daresay that there wouldn’t be much eloquence in her words, for words are not what make her writings special.  The beauty of her works lie in the themes and the plots of the stories.  If we were to pursue only beautifully written words, we could easily find them in love letters our admirers had given us or those we had given to our loved ones. (Love letters can contain words more impressive than those from romantic novels!)  Therefore, whatever may love letters say, we continue to read works by Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Ernest Hemingway, etc.

In the realm of music, many musicians credit Mozart for being curious and positive like a little child about the world even in his most mature pieces.  And Mozart’s music, I’ve come to be able to relate with many things in real life.  I’ve listened to it on a taxi in the busy streets of Yangon, on a bus trip from Yangon to Mandalay, while staring out the window on a rainy day and in the darkness of a sleepless night, and yet every scene matches perfectly with his music.  There’s more than magic in the music.  This feeling can be observed in the music by only few artists.  Contemporary songs in which people play “love games” or want “bad romance” could be exciting but they are in fact too outlandish to be classic.  People resort to the classics when they want true music, which reflects nature.  (NOTE: “Classics” is NOT “classical music”.)

As for the arts, the majority of existing works from long, long ago are usually the finest works of the artists in the old days.  And the reason for their long-lasting is probably their depiction of things that are real, things to which any person can relate.  I am not very knowledgeable about paintings and sculptures, so I dare not give any examples for the renowned works of the studio arts.  But one sure example would be Claude Monet’s oil painting series of “Water Lillies (or) Nymphèas”.  They truly are mesmerising.

One thing I have learnt recently is that works based on ideas that are too fanciful tend to be transitory.  In the late 1990s and in the early 2000s, there was one thing very popular with children called the “Power Rangers”.  They have almost perished from our thoughts, and we rarely see their action figures in toy stores as many these days as we used to a decade ago.  Many of us might think that is because we now have more fascinating superhero movies with more advanced graphics.  (Some of us may not notice this because we grew up to put away the toys.)  The Transformers or the X-men would soon be forgotten as the Superman, the Batman or the Spiderman had been replaced by various species of Power Rangers.  We always forgo what we have for what is better, while, in fact, such things are too good to last.  The same thing happened to disco music in the 1970s: it was too exciting to last.  However, I could say we would still watch Mr Bean as long as we can recall Charlie Chaplin.

Movie posters

Movie trend – LEFT TO RIGHT: “The Batman”, “X-men” and “Avatar”

Apart from the intentionally created works of art, we can also find beauty in our daily lives and enjoy it.  Pigeons flying about among the busy citizens in the streets of downtown Yangon can be a special movie clip.  One can find musical rhythm in the chanting of a Buddhist monk or the falling of the rain and the blowing of the wind.  The joyful squeals of little children hold more music than Mariah Carey’s whistle ringer.  A gourmet can find as exquisite taste in a street-hawker’s food as in a dish from an elite restaurant.

Besides the aforementioned type of aesthetic beauty, there is some other kind of splendour that we can appreciate.  It is what Richard Feynman called “scientific awe”, and he would often talk about it in his book “Surely You’re Joking Mr Feynman”.  It is conventional to think that a person with keen scientific instincts is incapable of exploring the wonders of art.  However, Feynman proved himself to be a very able aesthete with passionate appreciation of the world around him.  He claims to see even more than his friend can; he can appreciate the complicated biological and physical functioning of the flower’s interior, which is impossible to be seen with the naked eye!  He even learned drawing so that he could express how he feels about the world and its beauties.  Although artists may find bliss in the creation and the appreciation of arts, students of science with some artistic sense can have great indulgence in various wonders of the world.  Feynman states that the scientific awe – which is understanding that everything, however sophisticated it may be on the outside, can be explained by the same rules of physics – is like realizing in religion that everything is so different and yet run by only one individual (God).

There are many wonderful things in this world.  Sadly enough, in the midst of our highly active lives, we are blinded from these special beauties we are endowed with.  Everybody needs to feel the splendour, and the more we can appreciate, the better for the outlet of our souls.  (This does not imply over-indulgence in the arts.)  If we are capable of finding beauty in the wee small things of our day-to-day lives, we wouldn’t need to plan in advance for a tour to a historic site or a natural wonderland but find satisfaction with the things we are already blessed with in our lives.  This would have a very profound effect on our lives; we would be happier than we are and we would be leading better lives.  If we are also capable of comprehending the sciences, a little scientific awe adds on to our aesthetic sense.  So, look around and find something beautiful … for the sake of enjoyment!

Three of Claude Monet's Waterlillies oil paintings

LEFT TO RIGHT: “Japanese bridge in Giverny”, “Coin du bassin aux nympheás” & “Seerosen” from Monet’s “Waterlillies (Nympheás)”

This is a chant that I learnt several years back … It’s fun and I think it’s got a message; try to find it out.

Miss Susie had a baby
She named him Tiny Tim
She put him in the bath tub
To see if he could swim

He drank up all the water
He ate up all the soap
He tried to eat the bath tub
But it didn’t go down its throat

Miss Susie called the doctor
Miss Susie called the nurse
Miss Susie called the lady with the alligator purse

“Mumps,” said the doctor
“Measles,” said the nurse
“Hiccups,” said the lady with the alligator purse

Miss Susie thanked the doctor
Miss Susie kicked the nurse
Miss Susie thanked the lady with the alligator purse

Leona Lewis is one of the phenomenonally greatest voices of our generation, and there are only a few other rising stars who can sing like her – Carrie Underwood and Jordin Sparks.  They are the ones from whom we can expect great music. “Happy” is the leading single of Leona’s second album “Echo”, and had the power to get to my heart even with its first few words.

Happy - Leona Lewis

Happy - Leona Lewis

Someone once told me
That you have to choose
What you will not lose
You cant have everything
Don’t you take chances
You might feel the pain
Don’t you love in vain
‘Coz love wont set you free
I could stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So unhappy but safe as could be

So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound

Don’t care about other pain infront of me
‘Coz I’m just tryna be happy
Just wanna be happy

Holding on tightly
Just can’t let it go
Just tryna play my roll
Slowly diasappear … Ooh
Well, all these tears
They feel like they’re the same
Just different faces, different names
Get me outta here
Well, I can stand by the side … Ooh, no
And watch this life pass me by … Pass me by

So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain infront of me
‘Coz I’m just tryna be happy
Just wanna be … Happy

Oh, happy … Oh, ooh

So any turns that I cant see
I’ll count a stranger on this road
But don’t say victim
Don’t say anythng

So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
I just wanna be … happy
Oh, yeah … happy
Oh, ho … happy
I just wanna be … happy
Ah … happy


This is an essay adopted from Henry Shefter’s “Shefter’s Guide to Better Compositions”.  A  Myanmese (Burmese) language teacher of mine made us read this in the class before writing an essay.  It has a subtle start and surprisingly startles the reader with a touching twist in the ethereal end.  Enjoy…



Shadows in the Night

The child is in bed, awake, frightened by the howling wind and the shadows dancing on his walls.  His toy animals seem enormous as they are magnified on the ceiling by the dim light outside room. His clothes, laid carelessly on a chair, also throw off peculiar shadows.  He sees witches and goblins, dragons and giants.  The child is afraid of what he sees.  I would not be afraid.

The young woman hurries along, alone in the dark.  The only light is a dim street lamp.  The buildings all around her seem huge and horrible; their shadows fill her with fear.  She imagines terrible things and begins to run.  The only sound is the noise of her heels tapping on the sidewalk.  She is afraid of what she sees and what she doesn’t see.  I would not be afraid.

The soldier waits anxiously at the door.  Though the window shades he can see the fingers of a man and a woman, with shades he can see the figures of a man and a woman, with their heads bent as if they were whispering.  It is difficult to determine to whom the shadows belong.  He prays that his sweetheart has not found someone new during his long absence.  He hesitates before ringing the bell.  He fears what he sees.  I would not be afraid.

I would not fear the shadows on the walls.  They would be my friends.  I would watch them dance and dance with them.  O, what beautiful shadows I would see!

I would not fear walking in the dark and seeing ht e shadows of tall buildings.  The buildings would protect and keep me warm.  They would be friendly shadows.

I would not fear seeing the shadows of two people through a window.  They are my friends waiting for me.  They would be happy shadows.

I would not fear shadows. I pray for them instead.  I would love to see a shadow, any shadow – big or small – for just a moment.  I am blind.

What I Think: Well, this is really beautiful … I consider myself as an aesthetic artist but such an idea would not have sprung from my mind.  But I don’t like the idea of a blind wanting to see shadows; it would be preposterous for a person who is visually disadvantaged wanted to see shadows, which are anonymous with the dark or blindness.  However, I would not be able to comprehend a blind individual’s thoughts even if I had the power to read their minds.

This is my review of the “Phantom of the Opera” which is a book (originally written in French by Gaston Leroux) which has been filmed over and over again – as silent, black and white, with colour as a musical, etc. – and the Broadway musical (by the British composer Andrew Lloyd Webber).  I have read the abridged version of the book in English, seen the 2004 very musical-like movie, and heard the Broadway musical a little bit but not seen it.

I came across the term “Phantom of the Opera” while reading Sarah Brightman’s biography.  As I made searches in the internet, I found her singing the duet with Michael Crawford, Antonio Barendas, Chris Thompson and other male singers.  Wow, what a song and what a voice: Brightman elevated her voice to an E6 – an E ‘natural’ at the end of the song!  I went on to find out more.  I read the story synopsis and on Wikipedia and found out some things about it.  Then, I went to the American Centre’s Baldwin Library to look for the book and the film.  I found the book first.

Here’s the SYNOPSIS

“The young Swedish soprano, Christine Daaé, catches the eye of the masked Phantom – Erik who calls himself OG (i.e. Opera Ghost) that haunts the Paris Opéra, and he falls in love with her and her beautiful voice. He is a genius at many things – music, architecture, ventriloquism and many other art forms – and is capable of doing many startling things from surviving in the underground chambers of the Opera to committing merciless murder. One thing particularly striking about him was his indescribable ugliness: he had an emaciated body with almost no flesh or muscles, his skin was pale and yellow and his face had two dark holes for the eyes but no nose, and thus always wore a mask to hide his hideous features.  He agrees to coach Christine in her singing and helps her move up the ranks of the opera by sending a chandelier crashing down on the audience and terrifying the current lead soprano into leaving the company. Terrified, Christine gets the help of her boyfriend, Viscount Raoul de Changy, to trick the Phantom, but the mysterious man is two steps ahead of their every move. The Phantom abducts Christine so that she cannot run away with Raoul, and then issued an ultimatum – either marry him so that he can live a happy life with her or have the whole opera house blown up which would kill everyone, including Christine and himself.  The girl, in order to save everyone, agrees to marry the Phantom and as she was released she kissed the Phantom on the forehead thanking him for not destroying the opera house and the people there.  He, then, felt a tingle of pleasance as he realizes that Christine shows her gratitude and kindness and has love and care for him.  After that, he releases Christine so that she can live a happy ending she and her boyfriend deserve.”

Phantom of the Opera

He's there the Phantom of the Opéra ...

Book Review – Gaston ‘Phantom’ Leroux

I haven’t read the original version (in French) so I have no idea how significant in literature as a fiction.  But the abridged version in English – that I read – is quite good in language, description and other things.  It could depict each scene, each thought and action of the characters.  Reading the book, I found myself I found myself exploring various corners of the Paris Opéra – from the underground cellars to the top attics, from the most crowded places in the theatre to the most isolated and deserted where the Phantom roamed.  I could infer from the story that the Phantom – whom everybody would entitle “villain” – is merely an outcast of human society and longs for tender love and gentle kindness.  As he finds Christine, he lured her with his amazing musical talent and enchanting voice but still stays hidden in the shadows fearing that she might leave when she discovers his true identity.  But when Christine’s childhood sweetheart Raoul appeared, he made abhorrent efforts to keep the young girl for himself.  All this time, he didn’t realize that in some way, Christine loved, respected and valued him; he even threatened her life and everybody else’s.  However, after Christine agreed to marry him so that the others, including her boyfriend, can live, he received a kiss on his forehead by Christine.  He suddenly changes his mind; he decides not to marry the girl but go on to live alone.  He promises not to hurt anyone anymore and asks Raoul and Christine to never tell anyone anything about him.

What I came to know here was that, when somebody feels like an outcast in a society or doesn’t fit in one, he may turn to the dark side despite all the good things he could do.  I also learned that expressing the appreciation of gratitude, love, care or any other good thing towards people means a lot to them – even if what you do seems to be nothing.  Such expression is not a difficult thing for us to do and is of no bother or burden and thus should not be hesitated: a simple smile, a warm hand-shake, a sincere compliment, a friendly thank you would suffice.

Musical Review – the 1986 Broadway Phantom Webber

As I have said before, I haven’t listened to or seen this musical form beginning to end.  But knowing the original story, I must confess that it is quite a shock for me to discover that the story has been abridged an awful lot.  Everything from the Phantom’s kidnapping of Christine to Raoul’s attempts to find her are deleted – diminishing the value of theme and climax of Leroux’s story.

The songs – both the music and the words – were exceptionally beautiful but the new story modified to fit in to the theatrical aspects fails to be accompanied by the fine tunes.  “Think of Me” could display Sarah Brightman’s skilful staccato singing.  Her lyric coloratura vocal is again amplified in her duet with Michael Crawford “the Phantom of the Opera” – where Sarah’s voice soared to an E6 natural.  “All I Ask of You”, which is almost the theme song for the characters Raoul and Christine, has very touching and moving lyrics and melody though I didn’t enjoy Sarah Brightman and Steve Barton singing it: I prefer the cover of this song by the American mezzo-soprano Barbra Streisand.  These songs became some of the ones I frequently listen to.

Honestly, I think Andrew Lloyd Webber created this musical for Sarah Brightman, his then-wife, because he claimed that the Phantom wouldn’t have been without Sarah.  Duh … !

Film Review – the Phan-2004-tom

Since this film is derived from the Webber musical, it lacks all the excitement of the original story from the book.  What’s worse, characters are vividly depicted in the film – no dark hallways, no suspense and worst of all, the extremely thin Phantom in the book came to be muscular and had a good complexion, not a pale one.  On finishing the movie – on a DVD player at home, I thought to myself, “I’d rather read the book again while listening to the Webber songs.  What a waste of time it has been watching this movie!”  I wouldn’t label the film “insipid” but it wasn’t stellar – at all.  The Leroux story was ruined in the movie even more badly than in the musical and the actors don’t sing very well.  Emmy Rossum who played Christine was a soprano her voice was nothing close to Sarah Brightman’s.  I wonder how some people can like this movie; they should read the book before seeing the film or the musical.  I don’t recommend this film.

1. Céline Dion This French diva from Canada is my all-time favourite artist.  She can sing in all colours of both Anglophone and Francophone music and versatile tones – from classical to rock – with sweet romantic voice.  Besides her artistry, her friendly personality and cheery disposition also make a great impression on my personal life.  Her husband (who is also her manager) says her voice counts only 20% for her success but her personality contributes to the rest of the percentage!

–        She is a soprano with a vocal range of 3.4 octaves from B2 to E6.
–        My favourite album of hers is the Anglophone album ‘A New Day Has Come’.
–        My favourite song of hers is the classic ballad ‘My Heart Will Go On’ – love theme from the movie ‘Titanic’.

Céline Dion

"Coz you're my lady, and I am your fan ..."

2. ABBA The 4 performers of this 2-couple pop group really knows how to groove. Their allegro rhythms, soothing melodies, highly advanced piano arpeggios and the simple words composed by the male performers can move me indeed.  Also, the strong vocals of the two female performers, accompanied by the bouncing music, raise my spirits up and make me want to sing my heart out.  They inspire me a lot through both their vocal and instrumental performance.

–        I don’t have a definite favourite album of theirs.
–        My favourite song of theirs is the disco pop song ‘Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie (A Man after Midnight)’.

3. Michael Jackson He is entitled the ‘The King of Pop’ but I’d like to call him ‘The Emperor of Music’ or ‘The Grandfather of Every Contemporary Music’.  I admire him mainly as a performer – for his androgynous but unique vocal displays, avant-garde and eye-catching dance moves and – of course – for his strong, passionate creativity and vision.  Although he is no more, he is believed by everyone to linger in the history of music and in the hearts of his fans.  He came up with new ideas and pathways for music and entertainment and totally revolutionized music videos and live concerts.  Being able to cope with many genres of music, he was the idol and role model for many artists – some of whom are in this list – influencing their artistic creations and performances. He made a great impact on many genres of music, but why didn’t he touch country music?  Anyhow, such an all-rounded versatile artist is to live only once in this whole world.

–        He was a boy-soprano and had an androgynous tenor voice with a 3.6 octave range from E2 to B5.
–        My favourite album of his is ‘Number Ones’.
–        My favourite song of his is the rock song ‘Beat It’ which sings against gang violence.

4. Whitney Houston She is an African-American diva popular for her movie soundtrack albums.  She is good with all areas of music, especially with soul, R&B, jazz and gospel songs.  Her powerful voice enables her to move my heart with great force.  She is (to me) the female version of Michael Jackson in making music videos and also has substantial impact on today’s R&B artists.

–        She is an ex-soprano who is now a mezzo-soprano and has a vocal range of 3.3 octaves form A2 to C#6.
–        My favourite album of hers is her ‘Greatest Hits’ album with 4 new songs and several remixes.
–        My favourite song of hers is ‘I Will Always Love You’ – the original soundtrack from the movie ‘The Bodyguard’.

5. Sarah Brightman This British diva is unquestionably the “Queen of Operatic Pop and Classical Crossover”.  She can combine classical, pop, rock and other forms of music with her soft and sweet vocal and musical skills.  Moreover, she is also a skilful dancer and has played remarkable roles on Broadway … but I don’t know much about that.  She has collaborated with many artists who specialize in different kinds of music.  She is one of a kind.

–        She is a soprano and has a vocal range of 3.5 octaves form B2 to F6.  (I’m not sure about the lowest note.)
–        My favourite album of hers is ‘Harem’ which features great Middle-eastern music influenced by pop and dance styles.
–        My favourite song of hers is ‘Question of Honour’ – the official song of the championship boxing between Henry Maske and Graciano Rocchigiani – which takes the first verse form the Alfred Cantalani opera “La Wally”.

6. Christina Aguilera This lady has a great sense for pop, soul and blues.  She has always been regarded as ‘the girl with the big voice’.  I’d frankly like to call her voice a fierce one which can feature various emotions from aggression and regret to romance, etc. Some say her voice is sexy but I don’t get it.  One thing special about her is that she pays much respect and credit for her works to those who have influenced her artistry.  She is a visionary and inspirational artist, and is the creative director in most of her music videos and concerts.  For taking time to compose music, her creations usually show genuine originality though there is much gap between them.

–        She is a soprano with a vocal range of 4 octaves from C3 to C7.
–        My favourite album of hers is her 2-disc album ‘Back to Basics’.
–        My favourite song of hers duet with Ricky Martin ‘Nobody Wants to Be Lonely’.

7. Boney M All 5 artists of this disco group are the ones who triggered my interest and passion in music and dancing.  Their disco music is closer to rock and Latin rather than pop and dance.  The songs hold simple melodies and simple words but strong beat with loud bass, drums and percussion; I call their music “alternative disco”.  The singing of the 3 male performers is supported by the bass vocals of the male performers and his awkward yet attractive dance moves.

–        I don’t have a definite favourite album of theirs.
–        My favourite song of theirs is ‘Rasputin’.

8. Leona Lewis She has the ability to captivate me in her music.  Her voice holds great attraction, though not very sweet.  The lyrics of her songs are especially visual and features strong emotions, and her music, which is usually pop or R&B, goes in perfect match with her powerful mezzo-soprano voice.  Despite words she sings and her remarkable voice being of stellar grade, the melodies and musical arrangements seem to be almost mediocre.

–        She is a mezzo-soprano with a vocal range of 3.2 octaves from D3 to Eb6.
–        My favourite album of hers is her debut album ‘Spirit’.
–        My favourite song of hers is Bleeding Love’.

9. Carrie Underwood She has stolen this place on this list from Shania Twain.  She has greatly impressed me with her pure country music.  Her music involves authentic country rhythms, flamboyant vocal displays and jazzy country electronic instrumental plays.  Also, she can rock very well with her country music.  The words used in her songs reveal her keen faith in God.  She is a special female country artist like no other.

–        She is an alto whose vocal range I don’t know.  (Some say she can belt a G5 but … I don’t buy it.)
–        My favourite album of hers is ‘Carnival Ride’.
–        My favourite song of hers is ‘Flat on the floor’.

10. Mariah Carey I admire her vocal versatility.  Her thrilling voice spans a remarkable range of 5 octaves, and she uses her head voice properly as whistle ringers.  Her song-writing skills and other musical capabilities add on to her vocal abilities.  She is unquestionably the “Queen of R&B”.  But one should wonder … “Why is she at the bottom of my favourite 10?”  Well, at least, she is still one of my favourites.
–        She is an incredible alto with a vocal range of 5 octaves from A2 to Ab7.
–        My favourite album of hers is ‘E =mc2.
–        My favourite song of hers is ‘We belong together’.

NOTE: You will see only one male artist here because I listen to female singers more.  So what?  I’m a guy and I am more attracted to female voices!  And my list continues in the poll.  Please vote and leave comments …

I found these really awesome and paradoxical punchlines which can make you laugh through MetaCafe.

1. I’m a nobody.  Nobody is perfect, and therefore, I’m perfect.
2. I’ve got to sit down and work out where I stand.
3. If I save time, when will I get it back?
4. Where there’s a will, I want to be in it.
5. I am free of all prejudices: I hate everyone equally.
6. Take my advice. I don’t use it anyway.
7. The statement below is true.
The statement above is false.
8. As I said before, I never repeat myself.
9. Sometimes I need what only you can provide: your absence.
10. I wish there was a knob on the TV to turn up the intelligence.  There’s a knob called brightness, but it doesn’t work.
11. A conscience does not prevent sin. It only prevents you from enjoying it.
12. If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.
13. War doesn’t determine who’s right. War determines who’s left.
14. Best way to prevent hangover is to stay drunk.
15. Doesn’t expecting the unexpected make the unexpected become the expected?

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
When I die, I black

Black & White

It don't matter if you're black, white of yellow if you're brown or red ...

You “white” folks …

When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
When you bruised, you purple
When you die, you grey

So, who you calling
“Coloured folks”?

NOTE: I post this poem as an unusually beautiful one in broken English and for a better world without a racial curse.