You bring me to tears

There are very few songs in this lifetime that bring me to tears.  Most of them have Eric Clapton in it, and a couple from John Mayer.  But in general, not so many.  So imagine my surprise when I found out that everytime I listen to David Cook’s rendition of Neil Diamond’s All I Really Need Is You, I tear up.

I guess because the past year has made me more grateful and mature with my relationship with Dylan.  We seldom fight now.  There are a handful of arguments here and there, but nothing major ever.  Most of the arguing happen after work, when we’re both tired and I go against my negative energy and choose that hour to “talk”. 

I don’t think I’ve been this contented.  It’s such a relief to finally be in a point when I am just thankful and happy and satisfied in my love life.  I have passion, faith and love in this relationship — and I am not used to having all three.  :)

So yeah.  There.  This is cheesy year.  Finally, we’re both in a good place.  A really good place.  And like I always say, I am fortunate to be with someone whose dreams are as big as mine.

After all these years
After all these tears between us
Still I couldn’t find
Someone half as right as you
And each time I stop to think
What it is I really need
Here’s what I conclude
All I really need is you

Just say what you want to say
You don’t have a chance in the world
Can I, knowing how I’ve tried
Still come close to losing you, girl
When you are my world
Have I spent so many years
Trying but in vain to tell you
Don’t you know it’s true
All I really need is you

*melt here*

Slow and Steady

I’m waiting for responses to the office email I sent out.  In hopes of creating a much better product for the company, I need ideas and these ideas cannot all come from me.

So I’m abusing the power of the Internet, and the fact that I’m not doing anything to fill up another blogspace.  I mean, I’m on a roll already, so I might as well strike while the iron is hot.

I wonder if our local music channel does this still, acoustic sessions.  I’m pretty sure they do, but it’s just sad how our local artists can’t seem to make their presence felt.

Wait.  They don’t love you like I love you.

Teenage Dreaming

On a normal day, I wouldn’t really appreciate male artists singing female artists’ songs.  It’s pretty reminiscent of that time in American Idol when this dude sang I Need You by LeAnn Rimes.  Epic fail.

But this is Glee.  So yes, there’s always that exception.  Plus, you have to admit, it’s really really good.

Question of the week

What is your favorite song of all time?

I think that’s a pretty difficult question, being a fan of so many artists.  I think most of my friends would no even know the asnwer to this.  Most of them would complain that I have too many weird tastes so I guess it’s better for me to have a permanent playlist in mind.

I love European pop and rock, and a lot of indie artists.  I feel like I’m doing some sense of injustice each time I don’t defend the quality and the depth of their lyrics because in all honesty, most of their words sink to the very core.  People just fail to acknowledge it, probably because they’ve gotten so used to the pop sound and the bandwagon that they just automatically reject whatever it is that’s new to their ear.  Or maybe that’s just me being judgmentsl.

However, I do have a list of my favorite lyrics.  Once revealed, everyone would know the romantic that I am.  What the hell, it’s bound to show anyway.

  • Maps (Yeah Yeah Yeahs):  Wait / They don’t love you like I love you
  •  Shiver (Coldplay):  So I looked at your direction / But you paid me no attention
  • The Scientist (Coldplay):  Oh take me back to the start
  • With or Without You (U2):  She left me with / Nothing to win / And nothing left to lose
  • Northern Downpour (Panic at The Disco):  Hey moon / Please forget to fall down
  • That I Would Be Good (Alanis Morissette):  That I would be good / Even if I lost sanity
  • Congratulations (Blue October):  My words, they don’t come out right / But I’m trying to say I’m happy for you

And of course, I have to cite something from John Mayer:

Should have smiled in that picture / If that’s the last that I’ll see of you

 So far, that’s it.  I know I’m eventually adding more to this list so expect me to answer this question again.  :)

The lack of apathy

I hate the fact that I teared up seeing them dead by the sea.

I hate the fact that I always see your face.

I hate that I know you need flats and stretch pants.

I hate that people are just cold.

And that hate flows freely in me.

And I hate that I am not apathetic.

Because I know that I am comfortable just being hateful.

Now, enter cue music.