my sunday night entertainment

i am bored. home alone on the weekend and nothing interesting on tv. so i’ve turned to my trusty youtube.

darren hayes.

aaaahhhh…. darren hayes.

i love darren hayes. he’s such an awesome singer and after seeing clips of his interviews with rove (aaaah… rove. i love rove. i get to see rove and darren hayes together, i’m a happy girl), he seems to be a cool person too.

what i love about darren hayes is he’s a good live singer. you know how some singers sound so good on the record and then you hear them sing live and horror of all horror, they sound nothing like the record and they make you want to scream ‘stop, you’re ruining the song’ or worst of all, lypsinc? darren is nothing of the sort.

this video really does show how good he is. just a guitar and him. sounds like the guy on the record but you know it’s live. i suggest you not to look at the video though because it can give you motion sickness. he’s singing ‘truly madly deeply’, a song i absolutely love.

and here he is singing ‘to the moon and back’. another live performance, this time with a keyboard accompanying him (that is a keyboard, right?)  again, he’s singing live but it is just as beutiful as the record, if not even more.

just have to post this. it’s a bloody funny clip. maaaan, i miss rove. such a funny man. and very cute in a little boy kinda way. anyway. it’s pretty funny throughout but watch the beginning if nothing else. hilarious.

another one with rove. because i love rove. and darren. and we get to see darren’s man. if i was married to darren hayes, i’d make him serenade me every day. every single day. oooh… lucky guy who gets to be married to darren. this one funny throughout too but gets funnier towards the end.

and to end it all (only because i have to go make dinner), darren hayes and luciano pavarotti singing ‘o sole mio’. i wonder if darren was looking at a tele prompter while he sang… anyhow. i don’t sing (well, i kinda do but only when no one is around) and know nothing about singing and the singing techniques but i think this clip shows how good darren is with the controlling his pitch. i think. whatever. oh and don’t go comparing him with pavarotti. pavarotti is… well, pavarotti is pavarotti.

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michael bublé – home

just feeling a bit lost at the moment.

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michael bublé – home

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another summer day has
come and gone away
in paris and rome
but i wanna go home
mmmmm

may be surrounded by
a million people i
still feel all alone
i just wanna go home
oh, i miss you, you know

and i’ve been keeping all the letters that i wrote to you
each one a line or two,
‘i’m fine baby, how are you?’
well, i would send them but i know that it’s just not enough
my words were cold and flat
and you deserve more than that

another aeroplane
another sunny place
i’m lucky, i know
but i wanna go home
mmm, i’ve got to go home

let me go home
i’m just too far from where you are
i wanna come home

and i feel just like i’m living someone else’s life
it’s like i just stepped outside
when everything was going right
and i know just why you could not come along with me
that this was not your dream
but you always believe in me

another winter day has come and gone away
in even paris and rome
and i wanna go home
let me go home

and i’m surrounded by
a million people i
still feel alone
oh, let me go home
oh, i miss you, you know

let me go home
i’ve had my run
baby, i’m done
i gotta go home
let me go home
it’ll all be all right
i’ll be home tonight
i’m coming back home

the freshmen – the verve pipe

a very good friend of mine has always loved this song. she used to said to me, it was the saddest song ever. she made me listen to it but no matter how often i did that, i never really got it. until a few days ago. i now realise what a beautiful song it is. it’s so touching and really is the saddest song ever. i’m in love with it.

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the verve pipe – the freshmen

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when i was young i knew everything
she a punk who rarely ever took advice
now i’m guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
stop a baby’s breath and a shoe full of rice, no

i can’t be held responsible
‘cos she was touching her face
i won’t be held responsible
she fell in love in the first place

for the life of me, i cannot remember
what made us think that we were wise and we’d never compromise
for the life of me, i cannot believe we’d ever die for these sins
we were merely freshmen

my best friend took a week’s vacation to forget her
his girl took a week’s worth of valium and slept
and now he’s guilt stricken, sobbing with his head on the floor
thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says

i can’t be held responsible
‘cos she was touching her face
i won’t be held responsible
she fell in love in the first place

for the life of me, i cannot remember
what made us think that we were wise and we’d never compromise
for the life of me, i cannot believe we’d ever die for these sins
we were merely freshmen

we’ve tried to to wash our hands of all of this
we never talk of our lack in relationships
and how we’re guilt stricken, sobbing with our heads on the floor
we fell through the ice when we tried  not to slip, we’d say

i can’t be held responsible
‘cos she was touching her face
and i won’t be held responsible
she fell in love in the first place

for the life of me, i cannot remember
what made us think that we were wise and we’d never compromise
for the life of me, i cannot believe we’d ever die for these sins
we were merely freshmen

for the life of me, i cannot remember
what made us think that we were wise and we’d never compromise
for the life of me, i cannot believe we’d ever die for these sins
we were merely freshmen

we were merely freshmen
we were merely freshmen
we were only freshmen

anggun – in your mind

my current favourite song. i repeat it again and again in the car and i’m still not sick of it yet. i must’ve listened to it hundreds of time this week alone.

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anggun – in your mind

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it’s all in your mind
in your mind 

i don’t want to believe
and i don’t want to live
by the excuses
of yor weakness

’cause a woman should do
what she wants to do
there is no reason
for your shallow aggravation

nothing wrong with this dress i wear
nothing wrong with this smile i dare
nothing wrong with my long, black hair
it’s all in your mind, in your mind

nothing wrong with these legs you see
nothing wrong with this lean body
nothing wrong with the woman in me
it’s all in your mind, in your mind

i just want to be sure
don’t want anymore
you’re calling out names
oh, what a shame

just open your mind
then maybe you’ll find
that there’s no reason
for your shallow aggravation

nothing wrong with this dress i wear
nothing wrong with this smile i dare
nothing wrong with my long, black hair
it’s all in your mind, in your mind

nothing wrong with these legs you see
nothing wrong with this lean body
nothing wrong with the woman in me
it’s all in your mind, in your mind

nothing wrong with this dress i wear
or this smile i dare
it’s all in your mind, in your mind

these legs you see
this lean body
it’s only what you see in your  mind
it’s only what you see in your mind
it’s only in your mind

this is the time to change your mind
there’s still a chance to change your mind
it’s plain to see from anywhere
that the only thing wrong
is your irritating mind

nothing wrong with this dress i wear
nothing wrong with this smile i dare
nothing wrong with my long, black hair
it’s all in your mind, in your mind

nothing wrong with these legs you see
nothing wrong with this lean body
nothing wrong with the woman in me
it’s all in your mind, in your mind

a. fuentes, a. holm, e. lind, k. nilsen – hallelujah

soothing

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alejandro fuentes, askil holm, espen lind, kurt nilsen – hallelujah

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I heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the Lord
but you don’t really care for music, do you
well it goes like this
the fourth the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

hallelujah, hallelujah
hallelujah, hallelujah

your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to the kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

hallelujah, hallelujah
hallelujah, hallelujah

maybe there was a God above
but all I’ve ever learned from love
is how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it’s not a cry that you hear at night
it’s not somebody who’s seen the light
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

hallelujah, hallelujah
hallelujah, hallelujah

17 agustus

enaknya orang2 di indo long weekend…

kangen upacara bendera hehehe…

indonesiaku sayang… semoga orang2 berhati jelek di indo jadi baik semua, biar besok2 indonesia bisa jadi lebih baik, lebih maju.

huaaaa…. lagu lucu kok malah bikin nangis??????

natasha bedingfield – unwritten

this song makes me want to… do something. it’s so bloody positive. actually, it’s so positive it is this close to being annoying like those motivational speaker people. close but not yet there. i’m loving it.

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natasha bedingfield – unwritten

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i am unwritten
can’t read my mind
i’m undefined
i’m just beginning
the pen’s in my hand
ending unplanned

staring at the blank page before you
open up the dirty window
let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
reaching for something in the distance
so close you can almost taste it
release your inhibition

feel the rain in your skin
no one else can feel it for you
only you can let it in
no one else, no one else 
can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
live your life with arms wide open
today is where your book begins
the rest is still unwritten

i break tradition
sometimes my tries are outside the lines
we’ve been conditioned
to not make mistakes
but i can’t live that way

staring at the blank page before you
open up the dirty window
let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
reaching for something in the distance
so close you can almost taste it
release your inhibition

 feel the rain on your skin
no one else can feel it for you
only you can let it in
no one else, no one else
can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
live your life with arms wide open
today is where your book begins
the rest is still unwritten

staring at the blank page before you
open up the dirty window
let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
reaching for something in the distance
so close you can almost taste it
release your inhibition

 feel the rain on your skin
no one else can feel it for you
only you can let it in
no one else, no one else
can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
live your life with arms wide open
today is where your book begins
the rest is still unwritten

 

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