"I like you but I don't love you."
The Brit-born dropped this statement to his live-in lady friend of several years.
In the rising cases of broken relationships, this is not super uncommon.
Prenups is recognized and legalized and increasingly becoming popular in the English land. Doesn't matter if it was made in German, the English courts took it in.
I like this liberal approach.
Prenups is essential in today's style of relationships.
Nothing is permanent and the landscape of relationship has changed largely.
We would not know when our love will fade. It is unpredictable.
The person whom we love today could become the person we only like tomorrow and eventually a scorn in the future.
The person whom we never expect to fall for could usher us into an amour. Again, unpredictable.
Whatever it is, we are free to choose. And choosing doesn't do us easy either. We are living in consequences unconsciously with who and what we choose ultimately.
Right now, I choose to sit along with the English bench.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The 90's Creek
Someone told me that the 90's is the best.
Well, there are a couple of good , nostaglic 90's hits which are still sustaining today.
I recalled my last wine of the late which brought my 90's back.
I couldn't forget Paula Cole's rendition that was playing frequently and it felt good at the bar.
Paula Cole
This Fire (1996)
I Don't Want to Wait
So open up your morning light
and say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
and see the peace in every I
She had two babies
one was six months one was three
In the war of '44
Every telephone ring
Every heartbeat stinging
When thought it was God calling her
Oh would her son grow to know his father
CHORUS:
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right know
what will it be I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be
Sorry
He showed up all wet
On the rainy front step
Wearing shrapnel in his skin
And the war he saw
Lives inside him still
It's so hard to be gentle and warm
The years passed by and now
He has a granddaughter
Chorus
Oh so you look at me
From across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe i know the feeling
I sucks you into the jaws of anger
Oh, so dig a little more deeply into my life
All we have is the very moment
And I don't want to do what
His father and his father and his father did
I want to be here know
So open up your morning light
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
And see the peace in every I
Chorus (2 times)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0qdaTTS53M&feature=fvwrel
Well, there are a couple of good , nostaglic 90's hits which are still sustaining today.
I recalled my last wine of the late which brought my 90's back.
I couldn't forget Paula Cole's rendition that was playing frequently and it felt good at the bar.
Paula Cole
This Fire (1996)
I Don't Want to Wait
So open up your morning light
and say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
and see the peace in every I
She had two babies
one was six months one was three
In the war of '44
Every telephone ring
Every heartbeat stinging
When thought it was God calling her
Oh would her son grow to know his father
CHORUS:
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right know
what will it be I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be
Sorry
He showed up all wet
On the rainy front step
Wearing shrapnel in his skin
And the war he saw
Lives inside him still
It's so hard to be gentle and warm
The years passed by and now
He has a granddaughter
Chorus
Oh so you look at me
From across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe i know the feeling
I sucks you into the jaws of anger
Oh, so dig a little more deeply into my life
All we have is the very moment
And I don't want to do what
His father and his father and his father did
I want to be here know
So open up your morning light
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
And see the peace in every I
Chorus (2 times)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0qdaTTS53M&feature=fvwrel
Before and After Time
THe 2010 has ended without me seeing the firecrackers of new.
I could only heard the explosion that akin to blow me to pieces in the ailing bed.
Exploding my heart or my all, I wasn't sure as the days wore on.
Without the sunray and the lying on the sickbed was the most terrifying close of 2010 for me.
I don't expect such fall after celebrating purple Christmas.
Enduring the discomfort in the falling rain leaving me no choice but to endure as much as I could.
The next moments were painted dark in unprecedented chill and attacking pain that chained me to the bed.
I saw black and had it not be the quick distance to my bed, I couldn't imagine what could happen next.
It was in such times that I learned the importance of kinship.
My beloved family travelled all the way for me to take me in.
I am moved . I do not expect the visit. Had it not been for my beloved family, how would I sustain?
Thank God for family. Thank God for their love and care for me. It is soothing and comforting.
I realize it is eating up me. It is harder to recover in speed unlike in the past.
A month plus and the taste has not sink in. It is still heavy as I tried back my walk regime which has been abandoned about a month. I know it is coming and I am not as tough to fight as before.
Nevertheless, what I could do is live the best I could.
I never want to fall into such darkness again. It is terrifying. Sending shivers. Sending scenes of a bunch of strangers at my place but I couldn't get up to close them. I was about to seek a medium, if that could help. In such desperate times, man would probably try all means , including the unfamiliar and untested.
And although if seems that without fail, this man would text at such times, it will never be the same again.
I am not going to turn back time and with the remaining power, I shut it down.
I could only heard the explosion that akin to blow me to pieces in the ailing bed.
Exploding my heart or my all, I wasn't sure as the days wore on.
Without the sunray and the lying on the sickbed was the most terrifying close of 2010 for me.
I don't expect such fall after celebrating purple Christmas.
Enduring the discomfort in the falling rain leaving me no choice but to endure as much as I could.
The next moments were painted dark in unprecedented chill and attacking pain that chained me to the bed.
I saw black and had it not be the quick distance to my bed, I couldn't imagine what could happen next.
It was in such times that I learned the importance of kinship.
My beloved family travelled all the way for me to take me in.
I am moved . I do not expect the visit. Had it not been for my beloved family, how would I sustain?
Thank God for family. Thank God for their love and care for me. It is soothing and comforting.
I realize it is eating up me. It is harder to recover in speed unlike in the past.
A month plus and the taste has not sink in. It is still heavy as I tried back my walk regime which has been abandoned about a month. I know it is coming and I am not as tough to fight as before.
Nevertheless, what I could do is live the best I could.
I never want to fall into such darkness again. It is terrifying. Sending shivers. Sending scenes of a bunch of strangers at my place but I couldn't get up to close them. I was about to seek a medium, if that could help. In such desperate times, man would probably try all means , including the unfamiliar and untested.
And although if seems that without fail, this man would text at such times, it will never be the same again.
I am not going to turn back time and with the remaining power, I shut it down.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
DAISY
I hope I recovered or at least on the road to recovery.
Sayangnya, ia belum menjadi seperti yang diharapkan.
Daisy is pretty blooming once upon a time in Netherlands.
Once upon a time, when things are pretty and bright.
I have no news from Amsterdam. The last stop is Berlin, I assume.
FLowers could bring love, but also death.
Sayangnya, ia belum menjadi seperti yang diharapkan.
Daisy is pretty blooming once upon a time in Netherlands.
Once upon a time, when things are pretty and bright.
I have no news from Amsterdam. The last stop is Berlin, I assume.
FLowers could bring love, but also death.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
I LOOK TO YOU
It's a beautiful rendition from a vocal powerhouse, Whitney.
I heard it on a journey back one of those days I couldn't recall.
It wasn't speaking to me until lately.
My heart and mind urged me to get it.
It speaks of strength.
Yea, I am on my road to 'strengthening' school.
And to strengthen others.
I LOOK TO YOU
As I lay me down
Heaven hear me now
I'm lost without a cause
After giving it my all
Winter storms have come
And darkened my sun
After all that I've been through
Who on earth can I turn to?
I look to you
I look to you
After all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song, I look to you
About to lose my breath
There's no more fighting left
Sinking to rise no more
Searching for that open door
And every road that I've taken
Led to my regret
And I don't know if I'm gonna make it
Nothing to do but lift my head
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Pze_mdbOK8
I heard it on a journey back one of those days I couldn't recall.
It wasn't speaking to me until lately.
My heart and mind urged me to get it.
It speaks of strength.
Yea, I am on my road to 'strengthening' school.
And to strengthen others.
I LOOK TO YOU
As I lay me down
Heaven hear me now
I'm lost without a cause
After giving it my all
Winter storms have come
And darkened my sun
After all that I've been through
Who on earth can I turn to?
I look to you
I look to you
After all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song, I look to you
About to lose my breath
There's no more fighting left
Sinking to rise no more
Searching for that open door
And every road that I've taken
Led to my regret
And I don't know if I'm gonna make it
Nothing to do but lift my head
I look to you
I look to you
And when all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song, I look to you
My levee's have broken, my walls have come
Crumbling down on me
The rain is falling, defeat is calling
I need you to set me free
Take me far away from the battle
I need you, shine on me
I look to you
I look to you
After all my strength has gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song, I look to you
I look to you
I look to you
I look to you
And when all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song, I look to you
My levee's have broken, my walls have come
Crumbling down on me
The rain is falling, defeat is calling
I need you to set me free
Take me far away from the battle
I need you, shine on me
I look to you
I look to you
After all my strength has gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song, I look to you
I look to you
I look to you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Pze_mdbOK8
Saturday, November 27, 2010
LAST CHRISTMAS
I never forget this song where we connected albeit the message Wham conveyed.
Anticipating my journey to meet and embrace the familiar and the unfamiliar moments , counting the time for Christmas.
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, You gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, You gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance but you still catch my eye
Tell me baby do you recognise me?
Well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me
(Happy Christmas!) I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I Love You" I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again
Chorus
(Oooh. Oooh Baby)
A crowded room, friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
My God I thought you were someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man undercover but you tore me apart
Oooh Oooh
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
Chorus
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
(Gave you my heart)
A man undercover but you tore me apart
Next year
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special special
someone
someone
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special
who'll give me something in return
I'll give it to someone hold my heart and watch it burn
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special
I've got you here to stay
I can love you for a day
I thought you were someone special
gave you my heart
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone
last christmas I gave you my heart
you gave it away
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone
Wham version:(best version coz the origin is timeless)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFpdRWDxkbQ&feature=related
Piano:(like it)=)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pf_xuq_OysE
Guitar:(like this too)=)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asNJyfDKVlM
Anticipating my journey to meet and embrace the familiar and the unfamiliar moments , counting the time for Christmas.
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, You gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, You gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance but you still catch my eye
Tell me baby do you recognise me?
Well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me
(Happy Christmas!) I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I Love You" I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again
Chorus
(Oooh. Oooh Baby)
A crowded room, friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
My God I thought you were someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man undercover but you tore me apart
Oooh Oooh
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
Chorus
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
(Gave you my heart)
A man undercover but you tore me apart
Next year
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special special
someone
someone
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special
who'll give me something in return
I'll give it to someone hold my heart and watch it burn
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special
I've got you here to stay
I can love you for a day
I thought you were someone special
gave you my heart
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone
last christmas I gave you my heart
you gave it away
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone
Wham version:(best version coz the origin is timeless)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFpdRWDxkbQ&feature=related
Piano:(like it)=)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pf_xuq_OysE
Guitar:(like this too)=)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asNJyfDKVlM
Saturday, November 20, 2010
3 hours to go
As always, you wish there were more hours but it is clearly a remote possibility.
However, the less means the bigger value of moments to cherish.
Insatiable appetite for updates and info with great food on my plate.
I don't mind to travel and spend the weekend at my favourite stay.
I like here more than before. I know this heart cries to leave this place behind when it's time to pack beyond the familiar and unfamilir borders. A traveller in and out of season in the search of experience and wonders that money can't buy. Somehow, I suppose I gotta cross the borders while time is with me.
Counting the days before Christmas come.
Leaving and mending heart is on its way.
To re-organize genuine priorities and embrace a childlike faith which has been relegated far too long.
Seize the day, I am learning more as the days pass me by.
However, the less means the bigger value of moments to cherish.
Insatiable appetite for updates and info with great food on my plate.
I don't mind to travel and spend the weekend at my favourite stay.
I like here more than before. I know this heart cries to leave this place behind when it's time to pack beyond the familiar and unfamilir borders. A traveller in and out of season in the search of experience and wonders that money can't buy. Somehow, I suppose I gotta cross the borders while time is with me.
Counting the days before Christmas come.
Leaving and mending heart is on its way.
To re-organize genuine priorities and embrace a childlike faith which has been relegated far too long.
Seize the day, I am learning more as the days pass me by.
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