Late Night Karaoke (Dance) Song 004: I'm Your Boogie Man

I'm Your Boogie Man
by KC & The Sunshine Band (Part 3)

I'm your boogie man that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin' late afternoon
Or at midnight it's never too soon
To wanna please you to wanna please you
To wanna do it all all for you
I wanna be your be your lover boy
I wanna be the one ya love most of all - oh yeah


I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man
Turn me on
I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man
Do what you want
I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man
Turn me on
I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man
Do what you want


I'm your boogie man that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin' late afternoon
Or at midnight it's never too soon
To wanna take you to wanna hold you
I wanna give me all all to you
And I want you to completely understand
Just where I'm at and where I am - oh yeah


I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man, ...


I'm your boogie man that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin' late afternoon
Or at midnight it's never too soon
I wanna be with you I wanna be with you
Yeah we'll be together you and me
I wanna see you ah get near you
I wanna love you ah from sundown sunup - oh yeah oh yeah


I'm your boogie man that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin' late afternoon
Or at midnight it's never too soon
To wanna please you to wanna hold you
To wanna do it all all for you
I wanna be you be your lover boy
I wanna be the one ya love most of all
I'm your boogie man aha ...

(http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I%27m-Your-Boogie-Man-lyrics-KC-The-Sunshine-Band/7715DD0094FC59F748256E0500080602)

R: No, I'm not a stalker/boogieman hahaha. The thought of posting the lyrics of this song came to me after watching this year's best blockbuster so far, Watchmen. Played over and over in other films, TV and Cinema, it just works so well in The Keene Riot Act, one of the Comedian's standout moments in the whole movie.



-R

The Bypassing Gooner; Pay Attention to the Line Below

(just scroll down to see the corny reason why this post even exists)


The term 'Gooner' refers to a fan of Arsenal FC, a top English football club nicknamed "The Gunners" (go figure why).

I've been a self-proclaimed passionate Gooner for over ten years now, simply because of the attractive way they play. I always try to watch all of their games on TV, even if it means staying up in the early hours on a school day.

Exclusive Premiere League broadcasting rights have put a leash on this hobby of mine. A year and a half ago, I tried to catch each game by attending public match screenings -held by the official fan club, Arsenal Indonesia Supporters (AIS)- although I was not a registered member of it (well, it's public anyway hehe). The second half of that season was a bit more relaxed. My dad hooked up the god-awful Astro and so, I could watch the matches regularly at home again. But it wasn't good value, because Astro was crap in content and quality, aside from holding the rights to broadcast the Premiere League football matches.

A fracas in the upper-echelon of that damned corporation ensued, causing broadcasting rights to shift hands. Not wanting to burden my oldman, I said that he didn't have to subscribe to the next cable TV operator who'd purchased the rights. And so, I began streaming football games on the net, despite the mediocre connection speed in Indonesia. Think 90 minutes of stop and start, low-res tube vids: that's how I enjoyed my footy games...fuck.


As you might have read in the previous post, I have been mightily bored these few days.

Coincidentally, AIS was celebrating it's 6th birthday and was having another match screening at 'Gooners Corner' (formerly known as Langsat Corner).

So what did I do? I went there alone of course (like always).

Sticking like a remora on a shark, I pretended to be a simple bypasser who had decided to go in just to eat some food (like I did in the past, I'm not good in being acquainted ,see).

The game I watched (against Boro) was a bit bland. It was an easy win for the boys in red and white, Captain Cesc being a hero by bagging a sweet brace.

The real test looms ahead, when the boys visit Old Trafford to play the Mancunians. If they play like they did today, I daresay it might not end well.

-------if you've paid attention--------------------------

Off the pitch, there were regular Gooners,

Primus (yes, Panji Manusia Millenium) and David Tarigan (Aksara Records)!

Although I don't know a hairbreadth about what he actually does or has done, I've always perceived David Tarigan as this artistic indie dude whose biggest success has been hypnotizing the uptown youth of this bloody city to believe that they're hip, unique, and plain cool by just listening to the stuff he listens to!

(relax, I don't know anything I'm saying hahaha)

And if it is so, then he IS truly, truly, truly awesome hahahaha...

Cynicism aside, the cool bloke sat across me.

And this, is the corny reason why this post even exists.

-R





















Fucking Awesome

Walk The Walk, Oink The Oink

I was bored,

like always

I had nothing to do, or rather, no will, desire, and commitment to do the things I had to do,

like always

So what did I do?

I walked to Grand Indonesia from my house*.

not like always

No, this ain't bragging (well, that's up to you, I guess).
I walked the walk not to talk the talk, but to experience the walk,
to see the things I usually see at a glimpse
when sitting inside a vehicle that moves at 50 to 60 km/hours...

I ended up in arguably the most upper-class of malls in Jakarta all sweaty and dusty.

Okay, I'm here.

Now what? Window-shopping?

Yes, window-shopping, because I only brought 50.000 rupiahs.

Yes, I don't have an independent income flow that streams regularly.

What would I do with 50.000 rupiahs?

I definitely had to spare half for the cab home. (I already walked the walk, right?)

So what did I do?

I ate pork**.

Nasi Campur Babi Kenanga, to be precise.

not like always

No, again, this ain't bragging (well, that's up to you, I guess)
I oinked the oink not to talk the talk, but to taste the oink,
to eat the things I usually see on the plates of chinks and bataks' (no offense)

I believe that most of my associates who have conversed with me upon the taste of ham are divided; some hate it while some love it.

It's quite good, but not a world-beater.

Enough said

And then I used what was left of the original 50.000, and took a cab home.

And now I'm in front of my laptop again

And now, I'm bored again


like always

-R















Oink the Oink, Delicious

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*) I live in Patra Kuningan. Not Menteng, so it wasn't that close or that far.
**) I'm a Moslem

A Bad Week-Cont'-end

Yes, it's obviously a different week. But the following paragraph has something to do with the 'bad week' post.


Most of the midterm results have been handed out. The ones I predicted to be average turned out to be quite good (and feel good thanks to the art self-depreciation), and the ones I predicted to be rock-bottom were...rock-bottom.

100% unrelated, the icing on the cake was layered a few hours ago. My beloved Arsenal bowing out at the FA Cup Semifinals courtesy of Chelsea and co. Pisses me off, not only because of the result, but more because of the seemingly formulaic manner of our defeats against the Blues. Flowing football definitely doesn't work when you're up against world-class,tall and strong experienced players, who don't give you time and space to play your game. A disastrous showing from our makeshift defense didn't do us any good either, against The IVORIAN MONSTER who seems to have a knack of scoring when playing us. Crap.

I like to be (or seem) pessimistic, so I'll just say that our chances of filling up the cabinet after four trophy-less years are fading fast.

The Ivorian Monster enjoys making Condomhead into his bitch!

-R

556

5 on over here.

On a 5 over there.

But all I want, is a 6.

-R