Saccharine Irony

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Songs That Take Me Back September 8, 2009

Filed under: that funny love thang — Aimee @ 3:22 pm
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Second post for tonight. Am sleepy but couldn’t resist blogging. Anyway, as I was reading and drinking my smoothie in my secret cafe today, Phil Collin’s You Can’t Hurry Love began playing on the CD. It’s a happy upbeat song, but during that late afternoon, I think the song was played just for me.

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You Can’t Hurry Love

I need love, love
Ooh, ease my mind
And I need to find time
Someone to call mine;

My mama said
You cant hurry love
No, youll just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
But its a game of give and take
You cant hurry love
No, youll just have to wait
Just trust in a good time
No matter how long it takes

How many heartaches must I stand
Before I find the love to let me live again
Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on
When I feel my strength, ooh, its almost gone

I remember mama said
You cant hurry love
No youll just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take
How long must I wait
How muck more must I take
Before loneliness
Will cause my heart, heart to break

No, I cant bear to live my life alone
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that i, I cant go on
Well these precious words keep me hanging on

Refrain

Now love, love dont come easy
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating for that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
Hold me tight
I keep waiting
Ooh, till that day
But it aint easy (love dont come easy)
No, you know it aint easy

My mama said
You cant hurry love
No, youll just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take…

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And then as my friend and I were having dinner (after our one-hour jog) at some outdoor chicken grille restaurant, a song from England Dan and John Ford Coley came blasting from the speakers.

Yes mon cheri, I do miss you, wherever you are, and I’d really love to see you tonight.

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I’d Really Love to See You Tonight

Hello, yeah it’s been awhile
Not much, how ’bout you
I’m not sure why I called
I guess I really just wanted
To talk to you…

I was thinking maybe later on
we could get together for a while
It’s been such a long time
and I really do miss your smile…

**Chorus
I’m not talking ’bout movin’ in
and I don’t want to change your life
but there’s a warm wind blowin’ the stars around
and I’d really love to see you tonight…

We could go walkin’ through a windy park
take a drive along the beach
or stay home and watch T.V.
you see it really doesn’t matter much to me…

repeat chorus**

I won’t ask for promises
so you don’t have to lie
we both played that game before
say I love you then say goodbye…

I’m not talking ’bout movin’ in
and I don’t want to change your life
but there’s a warm wind blowin’ the stars around
and I’d really love to see you tonight…

~~~~~

Off to bed now.

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Someday August 12, 2009

Filed under: that funny love thang — Aimee @ 3:59 pm
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Fly with me, mon cheri. Someday. :)

Fly with me, mon cheri. Someday. 🙂

 

 

 

 

Notes on a Sultry February February 7, 2008

Filed under: that funny love thang,Women — Aimee @ 3:53 pm
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old-style-ring.jpg These days, I find that I am always contradicting myself. I do not want to get married yet, that is an unconditional fact, but I already have my entire wedding exquisitely planned out in my mind. Some nights I would lie awake in bed thinking if marriage is really a blissful thing – and then I think of the life my mother had with my beloved father, and I am instantly assured that it actually is. However brief it was, and however painful towards the end, I knew that love existed, that love in marriages is not the stuff of fiction. They called each other cheesy names like sweetheart and darling, always had their occasional fights in silence, and had faith built on solid ground. When father died, mother wailed like a child even though she kept telling us she was prepared for anything. It was enough that she tended to him like a baby during his last days, and kept the rest of the family in cheerful spirits when our souls were already splintered to smithereens. But then again it wasn’t enough, theirs was a marriage envied by their friends but in the end one lost the other, and at such an ill-fated time.

They were wed in Cebu, a beautiful church wedding with photos I love to scan over and over again. Mother wore a svelte white gown and carried a chrysanthemum bouquet; Papa wore his signature moustache and eye-disappearing laughter with his formal barong. They were lovely. Even when I was young, I always wanted a beautiful wedding for myself, and these days I am both comforted and bothered by the fact that thoughts on matrimony keep me awake on late nights and early dawns.

Perhaps I fear that weddings may always be beautiful, but marriages aren’t always meant to be that way. My mom had a blissful one, yet it wasn’t very blissful towards the end. I watched her grieve her heart out on the first Valentine’s Day without Papa. Perhaps I fear the possibility of solitude after having dedicated my life to someone I was prepared to grow old with. Besides, marriages can never be too ideal, if it were so lawyers would be losing almost half their income on marriage lawsuits and divorces.

Yet my wedding gown is clearly mapped out in my mind- a simple strapless number, or a Grecian style flowing dress with a plunging neckline meant to show just a decent amount of cleavage. My invitations should have tiny rhinestones pasted on them, and if my mind does not change three years from now, I’ll have midnight blue and champagne yellow as my wedding’s color motif.

For all it’s worth, I do hope to get married someday. I know it’s not going to happen soon, nor do I expect a proposal with rose petals and fancy fireworks. I wish to get married, and to survive the days after the lovely pictures are compiled inside the albums. Love exists, I know, but in guises the human heart oftentimes finds too hard to handle. Marriage is every girl’s dream and it’s something all women deserve.

And if I’m not being selfish, the honeymoon’s definitely going to be where there are blazing sunsets, and kisses under yellow moonlight.