An Amazing Show

Something that we can learn of doing here as free entertainment for our people....

Siamese

I had my chance to do a Friday Prayer on my last visit to Thailand. I was looking forward to it even though I realized I may not understand the sermon at all. But being there among Thais made it a rare experience.

Just when I thought nothing else would amaze me, I overheard the preacher talk to other people after it was over and I actually understood the conversation. He turned out to be an Indonesian who happened to be a permanent resident there. Oh well.... so much for Friday prayer at abroad....

MP Blog - What I Have

don't tell me i wouldn't know what i've got 'til i lose it.

no, no.... that wouldn't be necessary at all,

'cause i know exactly what i've got,

and i don't need to lose it to know what it is.

it's there and it's mine.

yes, it's definitely mine... i own it.

i just can't have it now.

it's right in front of me but i can't reach it.

and even if i could touch it, i wouldn't have been able to get a hold on it.

i can smell its flavor but i can't have the taste of it.

it's like i'm in the same room with it... and another thing.

it's a torture not to be able to make the use of it

and i can only have the other thing....

...TIME!!

As I Remember

My brother once introduced me to this awesome tune sometime ago. After awhile, I had forgotten about it and tried to recover it. But the problem was that I never knew its title or artist.... and neither did my brother.

About a month ago, a dear friend came along and posted it on one of those blogs. I am so happy I finally have it I just can't help myself sharing it here.

So bro.... this one is dedicated to you. Thanks for letting me know this song....

AS I REMEMBER (by Ten Sharp)

Old school yard

The place where life was at its best

As friends we met there

No man's land

Our land on the edge of town

Where all of us believe that we were heroes

Now it's not the same

This place in my memories

Where I often came

Now the things have changed

The kids don't play there

They don't play there anymore

Autumn fair

The place to walk and fool around

While no one had a dime

Crossing town

Where gangs would fight collecting Christmas trees

To burn on every corner

Now it's not the same

This place in my memories

Where I often came

Now the things have changed

The kids don't play there

And then comes independence day

The day to move and find your way

No more games to play

The end of childhood came

Crossing town

It seems the more the place to hang around

the last resort to kill the time

Now it's not the same

This place in my memories

Where I often came

Now the things have changed

It's not the same

My Foolishness

I like goofing around. It runs in the family I may say. Sometimes people think I do it too much and they may be right. But I just can't help it.... for I think it helps me keeping me stay young in heart. And the fact that my brothers are just as crazy as I am, it helps capturing those moments when others are trying to be serious as hell!!

MP Video - Lagu Lama

Di era 70an & awal 80an, bahasa sangsekerta & bahasa Indonesia yang baku sangat sering digunakan dalam penulisan lirik lagu. Aku ingat pada sampul album Sabda Alam-nya alm. Chrisye sampai perlu dituliskan arti beberapa kata yang terkandung dalam lagu-lagu dari album tersebut agar pendengar dapat mengerti makna lagunya.

Ada satu lagu favoritku dari album Lomba Cipta Lagu Remaja 1979 yang bisa mewakili hal tersebut. Tidak hanya karena memang lagunya indah & suara penyanyinya sangat bagus, tapi juga liriknya membuatku merinding....
Silaken disimak inih:

MP Video - Mountain Dance

Dave Grusin is my all-time-favorite pianist & this is the best version of this tune..... It's raining and it's jazzy time.... happy Friday everyone....