Another Day In Paradise - Phil Collins

She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir can you help me?
It's cold and I've no where to sleep
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"

He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
He starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
She can't walk but she's trying

Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise

Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say

Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
Cause she didn't fit in this

Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise

It's just another day for you and me in paradise.

Heard this song on the radio in the morning, on the bus ride to school. Please do read the lyrics, don't skim through. It's amazingly touching.
The situation of vagabonds is prolly on a much greater scale in the States, but we shouldn't be oblivious to those around us as well. I can't say I don't doubt some of their credibility at times, but we really don't know what fortune we have.

It's time to start appreciating the simple things in life.

I remember Mr. Joseph telling us during Saffron on Monday, that despite being in the hospitality industry, he wasn't into dining at fine-dining restaurants. "What's the point of dining when you can't do what you enjoy doing?"
I can't agree more. He told us that his greatest pleasure in life was sitting at the coffeeshop reading the newspaper, a leg cocked up on the chair, with a prata and a cup of tea.
Mine's snuggling into my blanket on the couch on a rainy day, Nickelodeon on the tv, a good chick lit novel, a cup of warm milk, and a handful of chocolate chip oatmeal raisins.

Sweet dreams. :)