Thundering Rhythm

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While listening to AC/DC, “Jailbreak”

Dedicated to @theminingengineer

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On The Right Track

While listening to Scorpions, Love At The First Sting, “Coming Home”

Don’t worry. I am just having a break.

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While listening to Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac, “Need Your Love So Bad”

My heart aches. Greeny can always make me cry.

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While listening to Air Supply, “Making Love Out of Nothing At All”

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While listening to Scorpions, Blackout, “Arizona

Since I can remember, I always want to visit Arizona. Thanks to these guys.

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While listening to Scorpions, “In Your Park”

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Thank God, the Police had packed their instruments and left ;).

Well, it happens to me from time to time. Hearing music in my head is not that bad, until they made me unable to do other things.... sleeping for example. Other than that, I sometimes enjoy hearing some musicians that I love perform only for me. Like the other day, when I was on a train, suddenly I heard “Temperamental” from Mr. Big. I enjoyed Pat Torpey’s cowbells, until slowly but surely, Stu’s drums somehow was able to take over the whole song. So I decided to take out the big gun: Håkan Hellström. He always helps.

I love ‘So Lonely’ dearly. Because there’s a line in it, that encourages me and somehow is imprinted in me: to play the starring role in my own life. From time to time, the supporting actors might steal the limelight, but the story itself needs to be driven by my character. No other can decide for the paths that I take. And my leading man or woman that came to my life should enrich the stories, and help me find the end or solution of the story.

I know it sounds crazy. Well, maybe it is. One thing I know, though. The day I can’t hear the music in my head anymore, is the day I will feel so lonely.

Anyway, I slept very well last night.

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I have been hearing “So Lonely” from The Police in my head for three days straight. Hey, as much as I love Stu’s drums in this song, but slowly both Stu and Sting are killing me, killing my appetite, my sleep, my l....

I have learned to dance with my loneliness.... the way The Police taught me to. But this is a bit much.

As somebody said, “Hey, at least it is a good song.”  True that. But really, the last thing I want to do is sleeping with 4 guys at the same time.

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While listening to Gemalara , “Di Wajahmu Kulihat Bulan (On your face, I see the moon rising)”

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While listening to Kim Heechul & Kim Jungmo, “Spring Days of My Life”

I’d always thought Rogerina was the prettiest of all; then I saw Kim Heechul. And damn, the man can dance!

He also could play drums, while donning a white feather hairpin. And being pretty while at it.

Sigh. Of course he did.

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Searching

While listening to Mr. Big, Lean Into It, “Daddy, Brother, Lover, Little Boy”

Well, my daddy was a handyman, who could play percussion, loved debating (politic, especially), football, painting, and talking a walk in the night to see the stars.

I have 4 brothers, so, no thank you.

Lover and little boy, now that’s an interesting combination, until tantrum is being thrown.

Twice as much, that’s all I want, I guess.

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Dedicated to @emmanuelandbrigitte

While listening to Kim Joon-Hwi, OST What’s Up, Fox?, “In Heaven”

Everything is good, Love. I found another baritone. And he sings a bossa nova. I can’t help but think of you. I am in heaven.

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While listening to Kill The DJ ft. Soimah, “Sinom 231 & Lingsir Wengi”

In the deep of the night,

I can’t sleep, tempted by the face that my heart is yearning....

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While listening to Lee Hong Gi, OST You’re Beautiful, “Still”

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Waiting

While listening to Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel, “Sebastian”

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While listening to Endank Soekamti, “Badajidingadan (Fucking Cunt)”

... my friend, the son of a bitch; my friend, the fucking cunt...

Well, I guess, with a friend like that, I don’t need any enemy.