O sole mio…

Getting to know mature and wise fellow bloggers out there, like Shakira, Claire, Eugene and STP made me learn a lot. I feel tiny in comparison to them, all because they are wiser, and have been through rougher times than me. They made me realize that life is a tough, but a wonderful journey. It’s just like sailing in a stormy sea. You just needs to stay strong and be courageous in order to survive and not drown instead.

My days are usually bad, as I have sleeping problems and whatnots. But these days, I tend to count my blessing, even when I had a rough day and nothing good actually happened.

There’s not much I can write today, cuz I had terrible, nasty headache, and my Muse avoided me like a plague. I couldn’t really do anything today, but out of boredom, I went on youtube, and found this Italian/Neapolitan song, O Sole Mio, sang by the late Maestro Luciano Parvarotti and the hot hunk Bryan Adams, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful and blessed that I met my husband and married him.

Do you know why I feel that way? Oh, well, most of you might not realize it as I sounded very fierce and firm with my stands in my articles and my comments. But truthfully, I am a hopeless romantic inside, and I have a hunch that if I didn’t meet my husband almost 8 years ago, I would have definitely fall in love with the person who serenade O Sole Mio to me. Or even worst, I could have married the first person who proposed to me by singing this song beneath my bedroom window.

I could have ended up with someone like Parvarotti, for all I care. You see, I’m not the kind who would fall in love with people for their looks and looks alone. Call me weird, but I consider people’s voice a a charming trait. While some woman may go for men who are loaded, I couldn’t care less if the man is penniless. As long as the man is… ahemm… a passionate man and can demonstrate to me that he’s a good and exhilarating lover, then my heart is all gone. I’d choose a single stalk of a rose rather than a huge hunk of diamond. I’d go for a love letter any day rather than expensive gifts. And I definitely go for a virile young man who could satisfy me in bed rather than a financially stable, elderly man who can lay a kingdom at my feet but could not perform in bed.

Passionately hopeless, isn’t it? But I can’t help it. That’s who I actually am. Even my own love story with my husband involved fireworks, roses, romantic visits through the window and a whirlwind romance. I am not sure if I want to share my love story with all of you, as it’s quite X-rated.

I don’t know how your love stories with your sweethearts goes, but mine is rather an old fashion courting rather than the modern ones. I never once go dating with him in a cinema, and instead of going for clubbing or something of that sort, we waltzed beneath the fluorescent light back in the hostel room and boy, did we court troubles.

My husband… was quite a Regency Rake type of guy, and I was… let’s say I was a woman, ruled by my hormones. This is going to sound rather shameless, but he had ways with me, and I fell for it. There’s intense chemistry between us back then, and would you be surprised if I say that I knew who was right for me with a mere touch of the hand?

Weird, but true. I’ll be honest here. I used to have crushes on boys when I was in high school, but I know that we’re not meant to be lovers as I feel that they are not for me when I held their hand.

Anyway, for what it’s worth, I am glad that I met my husband. It’s a blessing that I tend to take for granted as time passes by. My passionate and romantic nature could have spelled troubles for me, but I’m glad that I fell for the right person. I could have fall for  some Spanish or dangerous Italian Casanova for all I care.

I never do fall for bad-ass kind of guy like most girls do. I have tendency to fall for romantic blokes who would romance me. It would have been disaster for me if I didn’t meet the right one.That thought alone made me shudder.

My own love story is not flawless, and not always romantic, but I did the right thing. I married someone whom I cannot live without, instead just marrying someone whom I can just live with. That alone is a blessing, isn’t it? God does love me after all. He gave me someone to accompany me through this rough life, and I should thank him for that.

It would please me immensely if you could share with me your love story, but if you can’t, it’s all right. I’ll understand, cuz it might be somewhat personal and X-rated too. Whose love story is not X-rated, anyway?

Allow me to end this entry with a songs dedication. ‘O Sole Mio’ and the English rendition of it, ‘It’s Now or Never’ sang by the King of Rock, Elvis Presley. They are beautiful love song, and I suppose, it’s composed to steal someone’s heart.


O Sole Mio – by the late Maestro Luciano Parvarotti & Bryan Adams


Neapolitan lyrics
Che bella cosa e’ na jurnata ‘e sole
n’aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe’ ll’aria fresca pare già na festa
Che bella cosa e’ na jurnata ‘e sole
Ma n’atu sole,
cchiù bello, oje ne’
‘O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole, ‘o sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
sta ‘nfronte a te!
Quanno fa notte e ‘o sole se ne scenne,
me vene quase ‘na malincunia;
sotto ‘a fenesta toia restarria
quanno fa notte e ‘o sole se ne scenne.
Ma n’atu sole,
cchiù bello, oje ne’
‘O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole, ‘o sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
sta ‘nfronte a te!

’O SOLE MIO (Translation)

What a beautiful thing is a sunny day,
A gentle breeze after the storm!
Through the fresh air already appears a feast.
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day!

Refrain:

But another, lovelier sun doesn’t exist.
My sun is your face.
The sun, my sun,
Is your face, is your face.

There’s a light in the panes of your window.
A laundress sings and boasts.
While she wrings and spreads and sings,
There’s a light in the panes of your window.

Refrain

When night is falling and the sun is setting,
A feeling almost like melancholy overcomes me.
I would stop under your window,
When night is falling and the sun is setting.

Refrain

English rendition of O Sole Mio- It’s Now Or Never by Elvis Presley

Elvis Presley – It’s Now Or Never Lyrics

It’s now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it’s now or never
My love won’t wait.

When I first saw you
with your smile so tender
My heart was captured,
my soul surrendered
I’d spend a lifetime
waiting for the right time
Now that your near
the time is here at last.

It’s now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it’s now or never
My love won’t wait.

Just like a willow,
we would cry an ocean
If we lost true love
and sweet devotion
Your lips excite me,
let your arms invite me
For who knows when
we’ll meet again this way

It’s now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it’s now or never
My love won’t wait.


It’s Now or Never+ O Sole Mio


Quote from Cleffairy’s novel in progress: I’m afraid that I will say anything to you that might come out wrong, so instead, I will try to tell you with this silence. When you understand the words I’m not saying, then maybe you can teach me to speak again, like you’ve taught my eyes to see, and my heart to love.

36 comments

  1. suituapui says:

    I had a post on this same song recently – Pavarotti with Darren Hayes… Gee! What’s with all these lady bloggers? Everywhere, all posting about marriage and relationships. Is it that time of the month when the male cats go, “Maaaaa…huuuuu?” and the female ones reply, “Tak maaaaa…..huuuuu!!!”? Hahahahaha!

    • Cleffairy says:

      Eh? You got post oso ah? LOL… din realize ah. LOL… I heard that one too, somewhere, but cannot remember when, and the song keep playing in my head. So look it up, but I found that the one with Bryan Adams nicer to listen. I dono wud happen lah… lol… you must be referring to Claire and Merryn… I think horr, i got infected by them lah. Originally, i wanted to post something about hentaming- the gov for raising sugar and stuff… but then again, I am not really effected yet. Everything still at normal price in my place. So… dun hv the maki-hamun mood. Sien…

      I mahu worr… shameless leh? LMAO…

    • Cleffairy says:

      Been having them since early of 2009. Terrible, terrible nightmares, til I couldn’t sleep at night. And as an answer to why, I don’t know. All of those nightmares are recurring dreams…not so sure why I had them too. I would have blamed it on the fire that I escaped from in July 2009, but these dreams happened before July, so I am completely clueless on why these dreams happen. *SIGH*

  2. Cleffairy says:

    Aihhh… dono why, comment lost again, and Claire emailed me this:

    Cleff, if u dont mind, paste this in yr comment… i tried once in the house before i left and it was not there when i checked it just now.. then i wrote another time, my office blocked it and said cannot accessed.. *hmpt* sigh..

    Cleffairy, your Love Story seems to be like a fairy tale, princess met up with prince, fell in love with him at first sight, chemistry works up, *singing love songs together* and then got married and live happily ever after… and then later, a child is born… 🙂
    hey stp, hantam-ing us ladies early early morning ah.. we ladies are very sentimental at certain times of the year, yeah!! hahaha… dont ask us why, we just are… and that includes Eugene too, at times 🙂 hahahaa…

    • Cleffairy says:

      I must really check on what’s wrong with this thing… it seems that so far, only you and Eugene been having a problem with the comment page. 🙁 ah, sien…. gotto get hubby to check it.

      Claire ah… my love story like a fairy tale? Not really lah…. it was sweet, worth remembering, but it’s no fairy tale. I dun remember any fairy tales including asshole of hostel guards or a hostel warden…LOL…

      And Cikgu definitely dun understand women… lol… well at least, dun understand me… this is just probably the calm before the tempest!

  3. junsern says:

    ahhh pavarotti… have to say this… he got a really really beautiful voice… u should try to listen him sing Nessun Dorma…. very very very very gooood!

    btw cant sleep? try to find the root of the problem. Is it something that is bothering you? or something that u havent do? or done?

    And yeah love ur loved ones and count your blessings… life have to go on and why wanna frown when u can smile? and that also… try listening to nat king cole’s smile…. realy good song too…

    cheer up!

    • Cleffairy says:

      I agree with you completely…. Maestro Parvarotti really have the voice. I actually ‘melt’ when i listen to his singing. He have powerful voice, and no one could compare to him. I like the way he ‘boom’ his voice throughout the orchestra hall. It’s just so powerful and beautiful.His death is a great loss. 🙁 I can say, he’s irreplacable.

      *sigh* I think… the sleeping problem is becoz of trauma. I think la… cuz somewhere in July 2009, I barely escaped a burning house. The experience must have haunted me or something. I’m not so sure… but it’s a guess. I’ve always have nightmares… but I suppose, after the fire, it becomes more bad… what’s more, things that happened after the fire made me stressful too. I just hope it’ll go away soon…I’ve been trying to practice ‘lucid dreaming’ so that i can make my dreams more pleasant, but it is so hard to do. 🙁

      Oh! Nat King Cole’s Smile…I gotto check this out!

  4. eugene says:

    You know something Cleff, sometimes you make me wiser too, you make me a better father, a better husband, and a better lover when i sometimes read your blog, it gives me so much of inspiration.

    I like your guts or your traits, love letters to diamonds, millions to penniless,, you are super man…..

    take care now

    • Cleffairy says:

      Phewww…. finally I know where the problem is. At least I know why you cannot comment. I wonder if Claire is having the same problem because the box is ticked? have to tell her to untick it, if it ticked. Otherwise, it would have be her office firewall d, block this sort of traffic.

      Wahhhh…. you puji puji me… I bangga liao. LOL… I guess, blogging does makes us wiser, huh? We learn from each other’s life experience. It’s a good thing, isn’t it?

      Hey, anyone can buy you diamonds, but you can’t force people to write you love letters if they don’t want to. Money can send erections the wrong way, so better off find a man who is not rich, cuz one can always work for a living. I prefer to love truly, rather than just… having a man for his money, and money alone.

      *hugs* You take care too. All my love to your family. 😀 Hope your boy is doing well in high school! 😛

  5. mumsgather says:

    Hi, Just passing through but was mesmerised by your tale of a hopeless romantic. People say that romance does not last. I would really like to hear from you on whether it does last after marriage.

    • Cleffairy says:

      Hihi… thank you for dropping by… romance does not last? Well, for come people, it does last…until the babies started arriving. And maybe, at some point, certain couple would neglect to romance each other. But most would realize that they haven’t been romancing their spouse, and those who truly treasure their relationship, would somehow attempt to rekindle their romance. 😀

  6. kelvin says:

    Sigh…too bad most of the girls nowadays choose husband by the number of zeros they have…if not, they have to look like Takeshi Kaneshiro. Wonder when can i get married and be as happy as u.

    • Cleffairy says:

      I dun go for the zeros… I’m afraid the guy will get bored of me, and find other woman. Then, I’ll be completely screwed. Screwed liao nvm… I’ll be completely miserable if I want out of marriage and can’t get out cuz of children involved. I oso dun dare go for hunks, wait got so many gal lusts after him… eyewww… wait aku masuk penjara for hitting ppl… aiyoh, not worth it!

      You wonder when you can get married? You see my previous entry…. you shouldn’t be afraid to ‘mistake’. You will know when the right ones appear. LOL… just wait… 😀

  7. shakira says:

    OMG , your fist love story! Hey, you know about mine right? Ha ha ha. I am a dead romantic too and Arnold is truly a romantic guy. I did not even know how he look like when I agree to marry him! Ha ha ha.

    You are doing just great, Lizzie. Things can ONLY get better!

    hugs,
    shakira

    • Cleffairy says:

      Heyyo, Shakira…

      First love story from me that’s not fictional. LOL… I wrote my first love story at 11. Unfortunately, my mum threw them away and accuse me for being a horny bitch. *sigh* I didn’t really know how my husband really, really looked like too during the first wik or so, cuz I had really bad eyesight, and we only see each other at night, after class then. LMAO…

      Are hopeless romantic or not? LOL…welcome to the hopeless romantic club. LOL…

      Amen to that. I hope you are right that tings will get better for me. Thank you for all of your prayers.

    • Cleffairy says:

      Geez… I only turned into an Iron lady because of certain reason. Originally, I’m a sweet kinda girl. But I have to toughen up. I had enough from people around me who can’t wait to get me out of the picture.

  8. Joanna says:

    I love this song ! And reading about your love story put a smile on my face after a looooooong terrible day ..

    OOh, love your ‘philosophy’ on men and lasting relationships. Hoping for only the best for you !

    P.s : A guy with a sexy voice turns my heart to goo too *wink*

    • Cleffairy says:

      I hope you day will get better. Ahahaha… not you too? You also can go goo goo ga ga over a man’s voice? LOL… I wonder how many more out there is like that? LOL…

  9. Cheryl says:

    I like your thoughts on love! I think everyone has different thoughts, words and expressions about one’s love life but as long as each person is happy in their relationship, then its great! I am soo very fortunate to have a dear, caring, very romantic, still brings me flowers all the time, took the role of stepfather to three children with open arms and an open heart, and kind, kind husband!

    • Cleffairy says:

      Wow, Cheryl, you are truly blessed, aren’t you? It’s wonderful to have such man to grow old together, isn’t it? 😀 I’ll pray for your happiness, Cheryl. God bless you and take care.

    • Cleffairy says:

      Actually, Jen… growing old, especially with your other half, is actually a privillege. Not many have chances like this, dun you agree?

      Well… we can age gracefully, and who says we can’t defy aging? I’m all for botox and stuff. *snort* LOL…

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