Nashki oti chazak, nashki ad sheyich'av
because of one film, i went on an odyssey tonight looking for a 10-year old hebrew song.
last year, i had an obsession for this israeli film,
walk on water. not only was it very subtle, it had so many layers to it as well. anyone within the metro manila area who wants a copy of it, better
email me soon. hehe
however, what made me crazier about the film was not the film itself, but the soundtrack. if buffalo springfield's "for what it's worth" was hard enough finding on limewire, ask me about sivan shavit's "nashki oti (kiss me)." it was pretty much hell looking for it. but, well, i did. i think i invoked more probabilities (mathematical ones, take note) in this search experience than in anything else. i never thought math could come back to me like this, ever. hehe
the song should be playing in "hoy en la toca" anytime now. and because it's in hebrew, i'm throwing in the lyrics (and the translation as well). you'll see why it took me this long and this hard to find the song.
enjoy!
xananananananana
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NASHKI OTI
Shneinu nos'im bamechonit
ani lo yoda'at le'an nagi'a
kshehahegeh nimtza bayadaim shelcha
atah tamid chayav lehafti'a
ani lo yecholah lehafsik
lehistakel al hapanim shelcha betoch hare'i
ve'ata margish kol tnu'ah
shole'ach letifah el hasfataim sheli.
Shneinu nos'im bamechonit
atah omer li haderech tihyeh arukah
ushe'ani yecholah lahiradem
acharei zeh tesaper li kol mah shekarah
ani lo yeshenah
soferet kochavim derech chorim basmichah
ve'atah im sigariah bapeh
shar li im haradio shir ahavah.
Nashki oti chazak
nashki ad sheyich'av
vehashemesh lo tishk'a
at achat veyechidah
ahuvati hamufla'ah
va'ani ohev otach.
Shneinu nos'im bamechonit
halevai sheyacholnu linso'a lanetzach
atah choshev she'ani
mizman kvar nirdamti velo makshivah
ech atah im sigariah bapeh
shar li im haradio shir ahavah.
Nashki oti chazak...
KISS ME
The two of us going in the car
I don't know where we'll arrive to
when the steering is in your hands
you always have to surprise (me)
I can't stop
to look at your face in the mirror
and you feel each movement
you send a caress to my lips.
The two of us going in the car
you say to me the road will be long
and that I can fall asleep
afterward you'll tell me all that happened
I am not asleep
I'm counting stars through the holes in support-frame
and you, with a cigarette in your mouth,
sing a song of love to me with the radio.
Kiss me strongly
kiss until it hurts,
and the sun won't set
you are one and only
my marvellous love
and I love you.
The two of us going in the car
if only we could go forever
you think that I've
already been asleep for a while and not listening
how you, with a cigarette in your mouth,
sing a song of love to me with the radio.
Kiss me strongly...
the fiona apple sountripping continues
but this time, it's dedicated to nobody.
was shuffling through old fiona apple cds and downloads when i chanced upon this song. now, like i said in my
livejournal blog, i don't usually post song lyrics for the sole reason that i think it is pastiche-y to a certain point. then again, screw it. if the lyrics do pull it off, and besides i have the audio streamer anyway, i think i can get away with murder on this one.
fiona apple+coke light+yosi=moments of uselessness, er, idleness
xananananananana
FIONA APPLE
"Paper Bag"
I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void,' he said
'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'
But he didn't get it I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
and now, for moments of unapologetic kabaduyan
i was tweaking my radio blog (the annoying little green audio streamer under the "hoy en la toca" tag) just last night when, suddenly, in the middle of bouts of thinking that somersaulted between my thesis, overdue articles for "the broadsheet", and my shitty personal affairs, thalia's "chika lang (el venao)" played in my head.
and i'm telling you, i know it's out and out baduy, jologs and stuff. but for me, at that very moment, it was cathartic.
you see, i was a thalia fan. no, scrap it. i still am a thalia fan. she's the reason why i endured the many years i had to learn spanish so i could have a decent conversation with some of my relatives down south. she was the first person to ever introduce me to the dynamics of torrid french kissing (remember maria la del barrio, where she was kissing fernando colunga like the latter were juicy tenderloin?). she's my first stab at an orgasmic record buying experience (oh, those days when i laid my hands on a premiere copy of her "amor a la mexicana" cd. i was too young then to cream my pants, though). and yeah, she was pretty much my heroine.
and a little retrospection's good. so that song, from the nandito ako cd, is playing in the radio blog now.
but likewise, since moments like these come ever so rarely, i'm also throwing in another jologs classic. mae rivera's "sabi mo binata ka pa." you know her from "arayyyyy," but arayyy's tooo overrated. this one i like better.
because you see, you don't have to obscurist and drop seemingly elitist, deliberately-out-of-the-mainstream names to retain your creative integrity.
and since we're ni the mexico-filipinas subject, as of this writing pacquiao won to morales by a mere 3-rounder. yes, a 3-rounder.
so! now that i've seen an exclusive "pacquiao" line at nike, will there soon be a louis vuitton "jinkee pacquiao" luggage line? or maybe, an osh kosh b'gosh "princess pacquiao" clothing line?
it's not a very far possibility. he's hogging all endorsements these days anyway. i'd daresay a little crossdressing and extreme whitening and he'd be the next kris aquino.
xananananananananana
saturday nights in chavacano
since
josh has posted in ilonggo recently, i decided, over greasy yellow cab charlie chan noodles and ny style pizza, to post my saturday travails in my mother tongue, chavacano zamboanga.
have fun. hehe
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esta sabado pasado ya anda yo na cumpleaño de uno de mio maga buen amiga na up, si camille. actualmente, no hay man yo anda; ya segui yo con di mio maga otro amigo na up, sina apple, tom, mark m, tj, dennis (amigo di camille na colegio/high school), arnold (compañero di tom na di ila iglesia), emman, josh, y por supuesto, con carey (sorry camille que no sabe yo como man-spell el nombre disuyo).
timora no hay gane yo puede anda, que no quiere manda anda conmigo di mio nana y tata que tiene daw fuerte borrasca al llegar. pero gracias ya lang na ayudo di tom (tambien na di mio saber que ya sale ya quel peste borrasca da aquel),ya puede yo escapa na casa y segui na pista di amun.
bien divertido gayot el pista di camille. cerveza sin limite, videoke hasta ya falta falta ya lang diamun maga voces, compañia de maga amigos y maga amigos nuevos (ayyy, cosa gaja puede sucede con nosotros di ------? hahaha!). cuando ya man una kami alla, kami kami lang di camille, carey (lo siento camille que no sabe yo como deletrear tuyo nombre), tj, mark, tom y arnold. dos horas o mas despues di amun maga canciones y comidas, ya llega sila josh y emman. ya vuelta si emman na inquirer, cuando si josh tamen nuieva salida lang na di ila fund-raising event. pero no hay man quel caso, que ya puede sila hace apas na hora.
(fotos en proximo)
despues mucho's cerca na metrowalk (poco caminada lang desde na starbucks ya puede kami llega alla), ya monta kami todo na maga coche di camille y josh para andar na un club. no sabe man kami otro que el club parece como un pegasus, o mas grabe pa. kami dos di tj ya no puede aguanta nuestro shock and awe na cosa kami ya mira, y cuando ya sale kame na bar, bien pronto tamen kame ya sale alla, que risas lang na di amun maga cara. tiene alla un mujer que ya man all the way, y ya hace pa split masqui no hay mas ya pantaloncilla di suyo coño. espantao ya lang kami todo. well, hende man todo que ya sabe man maga otro con cosa al sucede alla antes pa kame llega.
sin embargo, club o sin club, bien alegre gayot nuestro noche. cumpleaños feliz camille! masqui no hay tu puede entende con este blog post que ya escribi yo. mira sos, ya olvida ya gayot yo di miyo chavacano. hehe. ta mezcla ya lang yo el castellano y chavacano, masqui sabe yo que bien otro idioma gayot quel dos. haha
xanananana
losing my religion*
don't ever think i'm taking you for granted.
i love you too.
the day you came into my life i somehow knew you'd be sticking around for quite a while. and not only did you stick around, you struck me in ways only you have done.
i love you too.
it was only a simple back and forth text exchange; if i had half a brain i wouldn't even be taking them seriously. but it was different with you. sure there was already a precedent. and being the usual self-reflexive me, i should know better. and i did know better. i knew you've only been sincere from the start. and in the middle of my breakdown you were the one who stood by me in spite of everything. that, knowing everything and the propensity of you getting hurt, you still chose to stand by me is something i'll forever cherish.
i love you too.
i may be acerbic at times, to say the least. i may turn into someone you didn't fall in love with at the mention of their names. and i am sorry for that. but please understand that i've only been honest because i love you.
i love you too.
and over the course of this relationship i ask this early that you shouldn't ever have to compromise anything for me. i love you because of who you are, not because of an image of the person i'd like you to be, which doesn't exist. you will never have to give up your delight for me. i understand everything, and i am trying my best to wrench myself out of the ugly precedents. i still love the other, yes, but now there is this growing will in me to stop doing so. and over the next few days, eventually act on that growing will.
because i love you.
*apologies to r.e.m.
