Lucky
Lucky by Jason Mraz featuring Colbie Caillat.
A friend of mine told me about this collaboration. I think I’m in love with it.
Archive for the ‘Songs’ Category
Ayat-Ayat Cinta
I watched Ayat-Ayat Cinta last night, with my maid. She was there because I needed a fair bit of translation, hehe. Not good with some Indonesian words. Pathetic, I know.
It was a good movie, got me crying in a few scenes, but what I loved about it was the song by Rossa! Haha. I’ll give it 3.5 out of 5 stars. I want to watch it again because the VCD wasn’t of the quality that I usually watch. (Poor quality VCDs or DVDs will result in tears of boredom, on my part.)
On another note, I LOVE Aisha’s eyes! Lawa!
Unnecessarily reminiscing
These two songs actually remind me of Mumtaz and Hermi during days when we were in the server room. LOL.Those Days by Shaggy and Nasha,
.. and Edwin McCain’s I’ll Be.
Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
Thought we would last forever and a day
Lesson Learned
Love this song. From her new album, this one’s Alicia Keys’ collaboration with John Mayer, called Lesson Learned.
He broke my heart and now it’s raining
Just don’t rub it in
I’m at your door
I feel so crazy ’bout it
You say I told you so
You saw it long ago
You knew he had to go
I finally came around
I’m back on solid ground
Can’t let it get me down
It’s alright
Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned so I called it a lesson learned
My soul has returned so I called it a lesson learned.
Another lesson learned
Sometimes some lies can take a minute to fully realize
His tears, your eyes
Thirty seconds to apologize
You give him one more chance
Just like the time before
But he already knows you’d give a hundred more
Until that night in bed, you wake up in a sweat
You’re racing to the door
Can’t take it anymore
I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned so i called it lesson learned.
My soul has returned so I call it a lesson learned.
Another lesson learned..
Life perfect ain’t perfect if you don’t know what the struggle’s for
Falling down ain’t falling down if you don’t cry when you hit the floor
It’s called the past ’cause I’m getting past
And I ain’t nothing like I was before.
You ought to see me now.
Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned but I called it lesson learned
My soul has returned so I call it a lesson learned.
Another lesson learned..
** Get Lesson Learned here.
I’m never speaking up again, it only hurts me.
Still feeling a little beaten up. Have yet to find a comfortable spot. But I think having a cousin who works there makes it a little okay. Not every face I see is a stranger’s. I have a few friends there too. And I’m hitting it off with my teammates great.
I’m still mentally tired, though. I can’t wait to settle in, get used to everything, and enjoy myself. There are 2-3 more days to Hari Raya, and.. I’m not really looking forward to the first day. I don’t know how hard it is going to get, but hopefully I don’t have to cry until my chest hurt. Or cry at all.
What I’m looking forward later today is that I’ll be going out with my family and Liz’s family after work. Last-minute Raya shopping. I’m hoping that people this year don’t do any more last-minute shopping so that it won’t be as crowded. Haha. Wishful thinking on my part.
You know.. I was doing a bit of thinking, in the midst of trying to get the hang of working life.. I thought to myself, “I have a big, stupid mouth.”
Just like John Mayer’s song,
My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again..
Oh, it’s another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said think before speaking
No filter in my head..
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it’s all because of this desire
I just wanna be liked
I just wanna be funny
Looks like the jokes on me
Lyrics are incomplete I just put up the ones that are related to this context. Hehe. It’s another one of those brilliant songs from John Mayer, so have a listen:
Personal note to Faz: enjoy this one, sweety. 
Plink plink
I have a long overdue update, but the mother has asked to buy some stuff from the grocery store.
Watch this space.
Edit: Okay, I’m actually feeling sleepy now, so no updates. 
My mom had asked me to roll the tiny spring rolls and let me tell you this, it can get pretty dull. I had Lake House on HBO, but it rained and suddenly I can’t see anything.
Too bad.
I’m just going to put up some songs for you to enjoy.
Ingrid Michaelson’s The Way I Am.
Jon Schmidt’s All of Me. I love listening to this when I’m in the car.
When I feel like cheering myself up, I listen to this. Groove Armada’s Song 4 Mutya, featuring Mutya Buena.
I love singing along to this with my sister in the car. Mr. Sandman by Glenn Miller and Andrews Sisters.
All righty. I’m off to sleep, early morning tomorrow.
P.S.: Internet Explorer users, does my layout look wonky in your browser? Well, I don’t know why you’re using IE in the first place, but here’s a suggestion: change to Mozilla Firefox. Or update your IE version. 
Tattoo by Jordin Sparks
One of my personal song favourites of the moment.. It’s catchy, and Jordin definitely doesn’t disappoint.
No matter what you say about love
I keep coming back for more
Keep my hand in the fire
Sooner or later I get what I’m asking for
No matter what you say about life
I learn every time I bleed
The truth is a stranger
Soul is in danger I gotta let my spirit be free
To admit that I’m wrong and then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on and leave you behind
I can’t waste time so give it a moment
I realize nothing’s broken
No need to worry about everything I’ve done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don’t look back, got a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You’re still a part of everything I do
You’re on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I’ll always have you
Sick of playing all of these games
It’s not about taking sides
When I looked in the mirror didn’t deliver
It hurt enough to think that I could stop
Admit that I’m wrong and then change my mind
Sorry but I’ve gotta be strong and leave you behind
I can’t waste time so give it a moment
I realize nothing’s broken
No need to worry about everything I’ve done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don’t look back got a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You’re still a part of everything I do
You’re on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I’ll always have you
If I live every moment
Won’t change any moment
There’s still a part of me in you
I will never regret you
Still the memory of you
Marks everything I do
It hasn’t even been a year!
I don’t know what is up with the song Umbrella, but.. there has been either a remix, or a cover of it everywhere! I personally love Marie Digby’s acoustic version, because she has the soothing voice to get away with it, but Mandy Moore? Doing a somewhat ballad-y version of Umbrella after having a listen to Marie Digby’s version? Not so impressive.
Okay, here are the remixes and the remakes that I know of:
- Umbrella (remix) by Rihanna featuring Lil’ Mama
- Umbrella (Cinderella remix) by Rihanna and Chris Brown
- Umbrella by Marie Digby
- Umbrella (Yahoo! Music Cover Art) by Mandy Moore
- Umbrella by Scott Simons (thanks for the reminder, Muaz!
)
We’re just short on a Weird Al Yankovic cover, then maybe he can cheer me up.
For now, this will have to do.
Vespa, espa, espa.. eh, eh, eh. (Via here.)
(In the making of this post, every time I had to type out Umbrella, I have to pause and make sure I’m not spelling out the way Rihanna sang it: “Umberrella.”
Everything that I do reminds me of you
I really like this song. It’s the typical Avril Lavigne ballad, but I like the piano bits in it.
When you’re gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you’re gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you’re gone
All the words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you- When You’re Gone by Avril Lavigne
I miss my dad this week more than ever. I walked into my parents’ walk-in closet today to get a tudong, and I could smell his scent. I don’t know if my mind was in the process of remembering my dad that I had accidentally trigger the memory of the smell, but it was there. It’s the smell that was always around every time he returned home from his Friday prayers. My dad was not one to use perfume that contains alcohol. I had tears in my eyes, but I rubbed them off, and read for him al-Fatihah instead.
When my dad was discharged from the hospital, after his surgery, he and my mom had opted to sleep downstairs, in the guest room because my dad had trouble walking, let alone going up the stairs to the master bedroom. My mom still sleeps there to this day, I think she doesn’t want to leave yet, just how she’s not packing up his things from his side of the closet.
Anyway. The other day, I continued to have my daily lie-ins, by moving myself from the bedroom, to the guest room downstairs. My mom and sister were just about to leave to work and school, so they left the air-con on for me. When I woke up, it was bright as day, and I had looked to my left.
When my dad was still alive, and when he was still recovering from his surgery, he would rest a lot, so he would be on my left. There was once this one time, — it’s still fresh in my mind — he awoke from his nap, and I was just lying there, with the cover up to my nose because it was too cold for me, and I waved at him, and said hi. He smiled and said hi back.
That was what came into my head when I looked to my left. That particular memory.. was too hard for me to handle, so I rolled onto my right side, as if I didn’t want to remember the little details. As if that particular move would prove effective.
He was such a vibrant character, and everyone had loved him so, it’s unbelievable.
Usually, when football season was on, he would usually invite his favourite nephews over to watch Manchester United play against another team. He would buy them their favourite food, that particularly unhealthy one, I’ve been told: nasi katok. These cousins of mine would occasionally mention that the house seemed so quiet without him, and there was this one time where they had asked me to buy the nasi katok that their uncle used to love buying for them, because it was just the best thing that they’ve had.
My dad.. bapa, as I call him.. his English is not so good, but speaks it anyway. In the past, I would be a tad embarrassed, but now, I miss him saying the silliest things. Like when we climb into the car, before he drives off, he would recite the du’a, and he would ask, “All aboard?” and his pronunciation would be very off with the latter word. And we would say in an annoyed, yet adoring, “Yes.”
I miss the way he would sit with us while we watch a movie, and he would say, “I’ve already watched this, and I know how it ends. This is a boring movie, let’s watch something else.” We would then ask what happens in the end, and he would always say, “Entah ah, bapa inda ingat.” Translation: “I don’t know, I don’t remember.”
He was a strong man, too. I have never see him in pain, except for the time when he had the accident in Seria. I cried, seeing him in such pain. I was okay, when I heard my dad had an accident, I prayed to God that he would be all right, and I stayed calm. However, I broke down when I saw him on the hospital bed.
I was happy again when he recovered well. Then, God gave me the biggest trial I’ve ever faced. We lost him 40 days after he was involved in the accident.
Al-Fatihah.
