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the most romantic love song ever* 

While Prashant Centerpide is listing his Top 14 love songs, here’s a bonus post on mine. This was written on 24 Jan 2004.

While I think about love in general, I would never call myself a romantic person. Anything that sets my heart a thumping in public would only resulted in me auto-shifting my gear to ‘Buat Donno’ and I usually stay cruising on that mode until the course is clear. Sigh.

Also, I cringe at the idea of being whispered sweet nothings.

The meaningless “If I am the moon, you are the sun”, “I will swim the deepest sea, climb the highest mountain” crap just sets my toes laughing. C’mon, how true are all these vouch of love? Take for instant the climbing the highest mountain bit. For the past 50 years, the number of successful Everest climbers is below 1500. So unless my date has climbed it before, or at the least have climbed Mt. Kinabalu, then I may just believe it. A tiny weeny bit.

So this leads me to the question of whether I like listening to love songs…

Yes, I do. But not the lovey-dovey Daniel Bedingfield’s “If You’re Not The One” type. Also none of those Enrique sob craps, puh-lease.

I like love songs that’s less desperate, but very real nonetheless. The lyrics must be relevant to my own perception of love and the reality of maintaining successful relationships.

I like Natasha Bedingfields ‘These Words". And I think Beautiful South writes beautiful love songs. Two of my favourites are “I’ll Sail This Ship Alone’ and ‘I Love You, But You’re Boring.’ But the one song that has been staying at the number one spot on my Top Romantic Song chart is…..[drum roll please]…Sentuhan Listrikmu by M. Nasir.

And I am not being bias. I think very highly of the man. Some may swoon over Viggo Mortenson, but why search so far when we have such an amazing multi-talented man here in our very own Klang Valley. I mean, M. Nasir is a singer, songwriter, poet, writer, actor and a loving husband and father. [Marlia Musa, I envy you!] He may not be a pro photographer, but I’m sure he knows how to handle the camera – family shots count too. I am not sure if he is an artist – but even if he is not, it doesn’t matter. I won’t think any lesser of him.

Back to the song ‘Sentuhan Listrikmu’, the lyrics are simply beautiful. M. Nasir writes gorgeous Bahasa lyrics. His choice and play of words are simply awesome. Terror kaww kaww.

Here’s my own lame interpretation of the song. I had used this during my interview with Ah Chin Chong DVD Enterprise as a freelance translator and he never call me back for a second interview.

Bisakah aku bertanya padamu
Dari mana datang saying ini
Dari redup matamu

I love a man with loving eyes. Especially if he has eyes for only me. If not, see if I will poke them with my dirty chopsticks! I can fall in love with that deep set beautiful eyes. (which is the reason I could not fall for a Chinese man – sepet eyes are never sexy.)

Atau bisikan mesra.
This is not whisper of sweet nothings. But tender loving heartfelt conversations.

Adakah kerana sentuhan listriku?
I love tender touches. Not lustful. Just loving caresses.

Membuatku terus berjanji
Hati ini hanya milikmu saja

And to have the one man professed that his heart is forever yours, that’s beautiful.

Sentuhanmu bukan datang dari dunia materi
I do not believe in being materialistic. I am happy with just sufficient amount of dosh, and it’s okay if the guy is not loaded either. But he must be rich in character.

Terasa ini pernah mengusikku
Bagai dejavu

Ku rindu sentuhanmu
Ku damba sentuhanmu
Tiada lain yang ku inginkan
Hanya sentuhanmu


Ooohhh….I teruja this song to the max!

February 14, 2006 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 2:11 pm
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