“Baby, jag tror jag är kär”

Jag tanker inte stopp dig. Aldrig kommer att stoppa dig från att sjunga, Maggio. ♥

Jag Kommer – Veronica Maggio

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Natten är ung och jag ligger vaken
Jag är "Lucy in the sky", jag är högt över molnen

Ja, jag vet att hon är söt men håll tillbaka
För jag har trillat dit, jag har fallit, jag har vaknat

Ja, jag vet att hon är söt men håll tillbaka

För, 

Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer - jag är nästan där
Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer nu
Du, håll ut

Du vet att,
Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer
Baby, jag tror jag är kär

I taxin, i trappen, i hissen, i hallen
Jag faller
Faller

Du och jag nu
Du snälla vänta, vänta, håll ut

Tio tusen meter upp i luften ser jag allt så klart
Jag vet att hon är söt, men det måste bli du och jag
Du och jag

För,
Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer - jag är nästan där
Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer nu
Du, håll ut

Du vet att,
Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer
Baby, jag tror jag är kär

I taxin, i trappen, i hissen, i hallen
Jag faller
Faller

Oooooooh
Jag tror att jag faller, jag faller

Jag faller

Jag faller

I taxin, i trappen, i hissen, i hallen
Jag faller
Faller

(Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer)
(Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer)
(Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer)
Du, håll ut

Du vet att,
Jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer, jag kommer
Baby, jag tror jag är kär

I taxin, i trappen, i hissen, i hallen
Jag faller
Faller

Jag kommer, baby, jag tror jag är kär

I taxin, i trappen, i hissen, i hallen
Jag faller
Faller
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“They say we will go far, but they don’t know how far we’ll go”

My favorite. I fell in love with this song since the very first time I heard it. The sound of the keyboard and Victoria Legrand’s voice are so beautiful they give me some strange feelings of love and sadness. Can’t help but feeling melancholy every time I play this on purpose or my iTunes shuffles this song. At the same time it always reminds me of my boyfriend. Love, sadness, and your significant one? Too beautiful it makes my head hurts and my heart beats too fast. Ah Legrand, you make me miss my old hair.

10 Mile Stereo – Beach House

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The heart is a stone and this is a stone that we throw
Put your hand on this stone, it's the stone of a home you know
They say we'll go far, but they don't know how far we'll go
With our legs on the edge and our feet on the horizon

They say we can throw far but they don't know how far we throw
With our legs on the edge, and our feet on the horizon
The heart is a stone, and this is a stone that we throw
They say we will go far, but they don't know how far we'll go

It can't be gone, we're still right here
It took so long, can't say we heard it all
Limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
Tear a moment from the days that carry us on forever

This push and pull is the force of a wave of time
In the heat of the night, we would cry, you are not mine
They said we would go far, but they don't know how far we'd go
'Cause this heart is a stone, and this is a stone that we throw

It can't be gone, we're still right here
It took so long, can't say we felt it all
Limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
Love's like a pantheon, it carry us on forever

It can't be gone, we're still right here
It took so long, can't say we felt it all
Limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
Love's like a pantheon, it carries on forever

At the Chime of a City Clock

Though going out with my family sucks more than Indonesian drama series do, the bright side is I have a lot of time to think (and frown).

But I would give up the time to think if only I could see you, for as long as 10 minutes only, let alone grab a lunch together.

I don’t even mind that much of  my unableness to smoke any fag, though it kills me.

Ada apa ini. Mau gila. Gak masuk akal.

Repeat Rewind

I almost forgot the joy of talking to myself. Not afraid of responds from others because it’s just me. Like writing a diary which I no longer do because I’ve grown too lazy to write in a book and due to trauma when my previous lover was happened to have a peek on it. Total nightmare. Not that I was being unfaithful back then, but diary is something that never meant to be read by anyone. I haven’t even re-read my diary since then.

It helped me being less labile. I could write ‘I love you’ as much as I want without being such sore in people’s eyes. I want to explode. Really. I want to scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs, but I’m afraid that someone else would hear me. This is boring, but I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, until the words ‘I love you’ make no sense.

I won’t stop until you don’t want me to love you anymore. Even if you ended up not wanting me to, maybe I’m obsessed enough to spam those words everywhere I wanted to, secretly.

Gosh, should’ve really just wrote this on a diary.

Wrong Judgement

I know this is cliché. But I really should stop hating something so much I ended up loving it, vice versa to the things that I love so much.

Like how I used to hate Jakarta people and how they treated other people so much since I was in elementary school, when I ended up really loving one, when the people who accompany me lately when I’m lonely are the Jakarta people themselves, when the people I get interested in lately are Jakarta people for the way they think and act and because they’re.. different from the people I knew.

Like how I used to loathe cigarettes, cigarette’s smoke, and people who smoke, when I ended up an active smoker and walking around smelling like an ashtray, when I realize the way cigar’s burning is pretty with the weirdness of its smoke movement, when I’m hanging out with a lot of active smokers.

Nevertheless, I hope this doesn’t apply to my hatred for BlackBerry. Oh please, please no.