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Sweet Sad Song
Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Lucky - Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat

Do you hear me,I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky
oh my, baby I'm trying

Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music, feel the air
I'll put a flower in your hair
Sad because it's a song about being apart from the one you love. I love this bit - 'I'll put a flower in your hair' . Picture the beach, sea breeze, long hair flowing in the wind, guy gently brushes girl's hair behind ear and put a frangipani in her hair ... Yes, we all love the idea of being in love, don't we?
I was sharing with a colleague that I'm asking a friend along for a 'date' to minimise the chances of waking the butterflies in my stomach. Received a earful about what a silly idea that is and how if she is the one turning 30 next year, she will be desperately trying and not jeopardise it by doing what I do. Was quite upset with that statement that sounded like something one will utter in the 80s. Honestly, I rather not settle down than be with the wrong guy. Oh well... to each her own ... end of the day ... is it love (effort) we are pursuing or the idea of being in love (fluff) ?