I was singing in our home when my daughter notice the word on screen was different from what I'm singing. And she asked me, "Mommy, Why you sang You instead of She?" Actually the title of the song I sang was She. So I answered my daughter.... " Oh, I change the word She because I'm a woman and I dedicate this song to my Honey Baeb BYJ". Then she just nod her head and suddenly she said..." Ok mommy, sing it again" I asked her why? She just said just sing it again.
So I sang again,'coz i enjoyed singing though my voice is not acceptable. Then I notice she took her mobile phone and took me video while I'm singing. After singing, she said 'Ok mommy, upload this video to your blog" I said" Oh it's embarrassing, I don't have a good voice and I'm not a singer."
"Mommy it's just for fun, they know your not really a singer so they won't expect you to be good.What is important is the message of the song." .... Oh my child really understand my feelings. ( The first video was inverted so we have the take 2)
So now I upload it here and I hope BYJ can watch this one. I'm serenading him, ha ha ha.
To BYJ ...
Although your too far away from me and
I heard your in Australia now....
You're being thought about with
lots of love everyday.... Happy Valentines Day
Although your too far away from me and
I heard your in Australia now....
You're being thought about with
lots of love everyday.... Happy Valentines Day
YOU
(Original title -- SHE by Elvis Costello)
You may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
You may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
You may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
You may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
You may not be what you may seem
Inside your shell
You who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
You may be the love that cannot hope to last
Beckons indeed from shadows of the past
That I'll remember 'til the day I die
You may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
Me, I'll take your laughter and you tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For when you go I've got to be
The meaning of my life is you
You... Oooh you.......
(Original title -- SHE by Elvis Costello)
You may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
You may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
You may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
You may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
You may not be what you may seem
Inside your shell
You who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
You may be the love that cannot hope to last
Beckons indeed from shadows of the past
That I'll remember 'til the day I die
You may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
Me, I'll take your laughter and you tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For when you go I've got to be
The meaning of my life is you
You... Oooh you.......
