jidi's blog

When the sun shines on the mountains,
and the night is on the run,
it's a new day,
it's a new way,
and I fly up to the sun.

I can feel the morning sunlight.
I can smell the new-morn hay.
I can hear God's voices calling
off my golden skylight way.

O La Paloma Blanca,
I'm just a bird in the sky.
O La Paloma Blanca,
over the mountains I fly.

Yes, no one can take my freedom away.
Once I had my share of losing,
once they locked me on a chain.
Yes, they tried to break my power.
Oh I still can feel the pain.

O La Paloma Blanca,
I'm just a bird in the sky.

Most of us have seen many of our 'Brethrens of FSV' take up amiable positions on the 'Seats of Power' at home in our beloved motherland Malaysia. Some by right of birth, some by tradition, some by popular vote, some by sheer grit, some by chance and occasionally, some by mistake. Whatever the modus operandi that put us there, we have always taken to task the duties, roles and responsibilities that come with the job.