Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Click Clack, Ding Dong and Charlie Chan

What a sentimental song this score is. The movie hit too close to home.

So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or what you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering

Gentle now
The tender breeze blows
Whispers through my Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engine humms
And bitter dreams
Grow heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long

Realign
All the stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh! How I've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds

Gentle now
A tender breeze blows
Whispers through
A Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long

These streets
Are old they shine
With the things I've known
And breaks through the trees
Their sparkling

Your world
Is nothing more
Than all the tiny things
You've left behind

So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or what you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering

Gentle now
A tender breeze blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engines humm
And bitter dreams grow
A heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long

May I be so bold and stay
I need someone to hold
That shudders my skin
Their sparkling

Your world
Is nothing more
Than all the tiny things
You've left behind

So realign
All the stars above my head
Warning signs travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh! How I've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds

Gentle now
A tender breeze blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engines humm
And better dreams grow
Heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long


--Gran Torino, Jamie Cullum

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Early Marital Problem

Husband is supposed to start writing his paper and dissertation once he's moved out here with me. I can only demand some progress, right? So, I texted him this yesterday morning while I was at work.

Daily progress report starts today!

His reply a couple hours later,

LOL I am at airport now.

What? He is not going back to Texas, is he? Suddenly, the chorus of one of the popular songs from lagu cengeng genre played in the background, "pulangkan saja, aku pada ibuku atau ayahku, u u u u [Roughly translated: please just take me back to my parents'].

I immediately picked up the phone and called him. It was improbable, but I just want to confirm the joke. He didn't answer.

Scenarios floating on the back of my mind, who's gonna make my coffee tomorrow morning, and, dang, it's gonna be lonely tonight.

The guy texted back not long after and reported that he was biking on a trail near the apartment. The end of the trail lead to the south part of the airport. But he did wanted to know what I was thinking about his first text. LOL.

I love you and your sense of humor, Mr. Ostrich. And thus born the term hubbostrich.