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Friday, June 11, 2004

STUNG BY STING

I caught Sting and his wonderful wife, Trudie on Oprah a couple of nights ago. I got super kilig when Sting said this about his wife:

"We've known each other for a quarter of a century. I'm still deeply in love with her and deeply in lust with her at the same time. It's a continuing adventure, I learn more and more about her every day and there's so much to learn. I'll never quite get to the bottom of this woman, which intrigues me. My goal is to die with this woman loving me."

Aaaaaahhhh, kinikilig na naman akooo!!!

What can I say, for a guy who's 52, Gordon Summer is looking hotter than ever.

I love Sting (helloooo, who doesn't?). I love the way he writes the lyrics to his songs because they, well--they sting. His voice is soooo distinct that I don't think anyone in this lifetime (or hell, maybe even the next) can ever sound exactly like him. I love his passion for what he does. Basta, every song that he writes and sings is a sure fire hit in my book.

Speaking of books, I want to buy his book. It talks about his mom's affair and his infidelity. I'm seriously going to search far and wide for this book. I'm hoping they have it in Powerbooks.

Here's a really beautiful excerpt:

"Even at this very early moment of our relationship, it is clear that there is something going on, some chemistry, some understanding, some recognition, a rapport and a tension between the amphetamine pulse of his kick drum and the shifting, rolling ground of the bass. It is like two dancers finding a sudden and unexpected harmony in the glide of their steps, or the sexual rhythm of natural lovers, or the synchronized strokes of a rowing team in the flow of a fast river. Such rapport is not common, and I realize very quickly that this guy is the most exciting drummer I’ve ever worked with, almost too exciting. I also realize that tempos will be abandoned as easily as loose baggage on that runaway train, and whatever music I shall manage to make with this whirlwind, it will not be gentle or easy, it will be a wild ride to hell and back."-- Sting on Stewart Copeland

I also loved how he wrote that as a kid, his mother has already been the mistress of his imagination. Huwaaaawww! How wonderful is that?

Another thing that grabbed my curiousity during the show was Tantric Sex (Sting and his wife practice it). The couple talked about how they can make love for 5 to 8 hours. I'm like, how in the world is that even possible!?!? I wanna learn, i wanna learn! Hahahaha! I'll be reading on that as well.

I want a love like yours..

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MY FAVORITE STING SONG

EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Every little thing
Every little thing

Bunny @ Friday, June 11, 2004

about moi

Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine, ~~wonders when she'll quit smoking~~, and will most likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much ~~(if the cigarettes doesn't get to her lungs first)~~. Can't live without accessories especially big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for dinner.

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