The Last Spark

 

Ever once it occurs to you,

That I maybe your special one?

Living in the past I have been doing

For years in your lifetime.

 

Every minute well-spent.

Oh yeah, watching you from afar.

Wishin’ that one time

And even only once,

That you could be my one.

 

Abandoning my own mind, I have done,

For such years that won’t come back.

Thinking that you do have the same

As what I have for you.

 

Define what is love, will ya?

‘cause it has been always our topic for years.

Haven’t much explored,

But always said from time to time.

 

Revise what I have in mind.

I do have to move on.

Can’t see the future anymore,

At least the picture of you and me together.

 

I can no longer feel my senses,

Only numbness and shivering my body experiences.

 

Maybe it is the time

To find another treasure

 

And all you can say is

Goodbye…

 

And…

 

Bye.

Not my very best attempt, I know. But, this is the least I could write after what I got just today.

I secretly do hope that he has a chance to read this. Oh yeah, and him too. Maybe.

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Koq gw jd ngpost inggris bgini yak?
Haha…

Mmm… uda hrus tidur.

Abis skype ama mami… uda jem stgh 1 pagi skrg… haha

cyah

bye Gbua

Should to be my homework, but I got caught in the “free writing – thing” and it got wayyy… too casual to be submitted…

*sigh*

I’d supposed to go revise this to sound like other journals – which are more academic and formal, yadda yadda yadda boriiinnnggg-, however this is too good to be just deleted…

So, I just post it here… *whisper*getting too dusty here*

Ideas & Details: A Guide to College Writing

By M. Garrett Bauman

Chapter 1: The Honest Writer

 

In my view, the only hard work in the world that may also be my canvas of feelings and mind is writing. Writing process consists of thinking, discovering, analyzing and then expressing the thoughts. All of these have to be done honestly because, as Bauman said, it is the trick to produce something good.

Sometimes people wonder, how could I lie to myself? I believe that a way to communicate to oneself is thinking, and this must happen in honest way, because you cannot just think, “I want to lie to myself by thinking I am not a college student, but a teacher instead.” Our mind knows the truth already, and it may laugh hysterically as you try lying to yourself.

Nevertheless, as I write this, I encounter an idea to lie to yourself; that is by making a mindset. A mindset is a frame you create in your own mind to keep your thoughts in just a small box, and prohibit it to discover new things, like the facts. For example, when one is told repeatedly that he is not smart, he will always think that he is a failure even after he achieves a high accomplishment.

When you keep yourself shut from the open world, that is when you lie to yourself., and trying to write with a mindset like that is not going to produce something worth reading. What written will be widely known for the readers, and writing it is not liberation. In order to write well, one has to free from the mindset, discover new things and analyze it to fit the audience and purposes.

See…? It IS too casual, with all the rhetorical question, and examples… I guess by writing this, I contradict my own title: “How to Write Well.” Gah. I don’t even write well, and I try to tell others how to do so..?

Gosh… I’ll go writing a new one…

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For those who “cursed” me already for using English in this post, so sorry…! I’m getting too caught up in the Cold Night of Seattle :p

Night all, Gbu

P.S.: Today’s snowing, but it melted right away. Hope tonight will be snowing, so tomorrow all classes will be dismissed. *wanna try snowboarding… Yippie*

Sepulangnya dari kantor aku berdiri di trotoar, seperti biasanya, menunggu Metro Mini lewat. Sebuah tangan menarikku! Aku hampir melempar tasku di wajahnya, jika aku tidak melihat orangnya siapa. Dengan suara setengah berbisik, “Ngapain kamu disini? Pergi! Lepasin aku!” aku mengerang. “Aku akan pergi kalau kamu mau denger aku. Beri aku waktu. Sedikit aja, okay?” suara Okta melemah. Matanya yang memelas membuat wajahku yang sempat mengeras menjadi normal-kembali. Aku melipat kedua tanganku di dada. Menoleh ke arah dia tidak ada. “Silahkan bicara, hanya sampai Metro Mini’nya datang.” Kataku sinis. “Kirana, disini banyak orang. Gimana kalo temen kantor kamu liat?” sekarang malah giliran Okta yang bingung. “Alasan. Buang-buang waktu doang, dengerin kamu. Udahlah kalo gamau ngomong. Emang mau ngomong apa sih sampe takut ketauan orang?” tanyaku, lebih sinis lagi. Belum sempat Okta menjawab, Metro Mini yang kutunggu sudah datang. Apesnya, Metro itu sepi, karena sudah lewat jam 8 malam, sudah lewat jam pulang kantor. Dan, Okta pun ikut mengekor. Duduk disampingku pula.

“Maumu apa sih, Ta?” tanyaku. “Aku mau kamu dengerin aku.” Kata Okta. Dia tidak sadar apa, sejak tadi aku sudah menyiapkan hati dan telinga untuk mendengarkan penjelasannya. “Ga perlu basa-basi deh, ngomong aja. Mau kamu apa?” tanyaku, sambil melihat keluar jendela. Kedua tangannya memegang wajahku, mengarahkan pandanganku ke arahnya. “Aku masih sayang kamu, Ra.” Katanya lembut. Lalu aku melepaskan wajahku dari tangannya. “Lalu? Itu saja? Ga ada lanjutannya?” tanyaku. “Aku masih sayang kamu..aku gamau kamu tinggalin aku gitu aja.” Okta memelas lagi. Emosi dalam diriku berkobar-kobar. “Okta, sadarkah kamu? Sayang kamu itu ga guna, tau ga?! Apakah sayangmu itu bisa mengubah semua? Dan tadi, apa kamu bilang? Aku ninggalin kamu? Maaf Ta, kamu yang membuatku ga ada pilihan lain.” Aku kembali mengubah arah pandanganku. Okta terdiam. Aku tau, dia sengaja tidak memberi perlawanan lagi, agar aku tenang. Situasi itu sangatlah awkward. Pandangannya kosong melihat ke depan. Dan aku mati-matian menahan emosi, melihat keluar jendela.

“Aku juga ga ada pilihan lain, Ra.” Okta berkata setengah berbisik, masih dengan pandangan kosong kedepan. “Lalu apa harapanmu? Buat apa lagi kamu bilang, masih sayang sama aku?” tanyaku, sudah lelah, sudah tidak punya energi lagi. Okta angkat bicara, “Aku masih pengen kamu deket..” “Aku gamau Ta, jadi selingkuhan. Aku gamau kalau disebut-sebut sebagai wanita perebut suami orang. Padahal pacarku’lah yang direbut oleh orang lain. Aku masih sulit menerima kenyataan.” Kataku lemas.

Perjalanan ini terasa begitu lama. Begitu menyengsarakan dua hati. Seperti jarum suntik yang dicucuk masuk jauh ke dalam kulit, lalu di gerak-gerakkan ke kiri dan kanan. Perih dan miris. Aku tau, Okta juga berada di posisi yang sulit. Orangtuanya berhutang pada orangtua Edna, banyak pula hutangnya. Edna hanyalah batu loncatan Okta untuk mendapatkan aku. Setelah aku dan Okta sudah bersama malah Edna jatuh hati padanya, tanpa mengetahui kebersamaan aku dan Okta. Tentu saja orangtua Okta memaksa Okta mendekati Edna agar nasib mereka membaik. Seperti Siti Nurbaya saja, versi laki-laki.

Aku mengingat-ingat saat pertama Okta memberitahuku perihal ini. Aku marah padanya selama dua minggu. Aku mengatainya lelaki tak berpendirian. Tapi ini semua ia lakukan untuk kebahagian orangtuanya dan adik-adiknya yang butuh uang untuk kuliah. Haruskah keegoisanku menumpas kebahagiaan banyak orang? Orangtuanya yang bangkrut, adik-adiknya putus sekolah dan pengangguran, Edna yang tidak akan pernah memaafkanku, dan Okta yang tidak pasti bahagia bila kabur bersamaku. Apakah aku menginginkan semua itu terjadi di masa mendatang? Sepertinya masih banyak butiran berlian lain, yang sinarnya lebih indah daripada kebahagiaan semata ini, yang hanya seperti pecahan kaca, kilaunya akan redup seketika.

“Aku mau menyudahi semuanya Ta, kalau kamu ga mau mengambil langkah yang pasti.” Kataku. Jarak rumahku sudah semakin dekat. Okta menggenggam tanganku erat. Matanya terluka. Aku membuang pandanganku lagi, tidak kuat kalau harus melihat matanya, terlalu pahit. “Disudahi saja ya, Ta. Aku juga ga mungkin nunggu duda’mu. Sampai disini saja.” Kataku, sambil melepas tanganku dari genggamannya. Aku mengakhiri semuanya di Metro Mini. Selang setengah menit setelah itu, Okta masih terduduk di bangku itu, kaku, terlihat kecewa sekali. Dan aku sudah turun dari Metro mini, berjalan dengan mata berlinang air mata, ke gang dimana rumahku berada.

Dua bulan kemudian, aku datang ke pernikahan Okta, bersama rekan kantor yang lain, Dewi. Pestanya mewah, semua orang terlihat bahagia, juga dua orang di atas pelaminan. Mereka berdua sibuk menyalami pengunjung. Setelah menghabiskan cocktailku, aku juga mengantri di barisan, untuk menyalami kedua mempelai. “Selamat ya, Na..” aku memeluknya dengan tulus. “Selamat ya, Ta.” Aku menyalami Okta. “Kamu harus bahagia, ya.” Aku berbisik, lalu membuang senyuman kepadanya. Dia tersenyum kembali.

Cannot touch, cannot hold
Cannot be together
Cannot love, cannot kiss,
Cannot have each other

Must be strong, and we must let go
Cannot say what our hearts must know
How can I not love you?
What do I tell my heart?
When do I not want you here in my arms?
How does one waltz away from all of the memories?
How do I not miss you when you are gone?

Cannot dream, Cannot share,
Sweet and tender moments
Cannot feel how we feel,
Must pretend it’s over

Must be brave, and we must go on
Must not say what we’ve known all along
How can I not love you?
What do I tell my heart?
When do I not want you here in my arms?
How does one waltz away from all of the memories?
How do I not miss you when you are gone?
How can I not love you?

Must be brave, and we must be strong
Cannot say what we’ve known all along
How can I not love you?
What do I tell my heart?
When do I not want you here in my arms?
How does one waltz away from all of the memories?
How do I not miss you when you are gone?

How can I not love you when you are gone?

link :  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVM11iZh70I

“I need fresh air Ghan,” kataku. Ghana menatap dengan aneh. “There’s a lot here…” dia berkomentar. Ghana tau kecemasanku. Masa depanku, masa depan anakku, pekerjaanku, dan semua hal yang membebani hidupku sekarang. Tatapannya yang tajam seakan-akan bisa membaca pikiranku kini. Lazy-Saturday kami selalu menjadi saat heart-and-mind reading. Menebak apa isi hati sahabat sendiri, apa masalah mereka kini, tanpa harus mengeluarkan suara dari mulut untuk curhat. Cara yang aneh memang, tapi cukup efektif, seperti telepati.

Kami sudah terdiam hampir 10 menit ketika akhirnya Ghana membuka suaranya. “Everything’s gonna be okay, soon. Now face it.” Ia bergumam. See, Ghana bisa membaca masalahku, di wajahku tertulis dan terpampang semua yang ingin kusampaikan padanya.

“Well, how bout you? Sama siapa tuh namanya? Sheila? Apa Gladys?” aku mencari topik lain. “Gladys. Life is so dull with her, its like horror without dark, its hollow.” Ghana sulit berhasil dalam kehidupan cintanya. Menurutnya aku juga sama, hingga kini masih saja menjomblo dan diteror oleh ex-husband.

Kupikir Ghana suka wanita yang wild atau party-people. Ternyata selama beberapa kali match-making dengan socialite beraneka macamnya, Ghana menyerah. Terlalu ini-lah, terlalu itu-lah. Ada saja komennya. “I think you should stop Ghan. If you’re trying to succeed, you’ve failed. If you’re trying to be a player, its too tacky.”

Sampai sekarang aku tidak mengerti, kenapa aku bisa bersahabat dengannya. Ghana adalah metroseksualis yang hanya metro pada penampilannya, pada kenyataanya tingkah laku Ghana sama dinginnya dengan pria lain. Wanita mana yang tahan berbicara dengan pria dingin? Aku! Aku tahan, karena lambat laun aku menyadari bahwa apa yang dikatakan Ghana tidak pernah salah. Ia selalu tau advice yang tepat untuk maslaah-masalahku.

Aku ingat sekali komentar Heidi, anak semata wayangku tentang Ghana. “Mama, Om ini kayak flamingo.” Heidi memberi statement tanpa alasan pasti. Menurutku Ghana seperti Eagle, angkuh tapi melindungi.

Tak lama kemudian Ghana pergi ke toilet. Aku heran, bisa-bisa ia meninggalkan BB-nya diatas meja, padahal Ghana adalah seorang BB fanatic atau lebih tepatnya BB worshipper, yang paling anti BB-nya disentuh orang lain. Sebenarnya aku ingin iseng mengintip siapa contacts’nya yang paling aktif selain diriku, di BBM-nya. Belum sampai aku meraih BB, BB itu berdering. Aku mengelus dadaku, kaget dan panik.

Tercantum nama di monitor BB-nya. “Incoming Call… ‘Mine.’”

Aku angkat. “Hi sayang, kamu ada dimana? Aku ada di Sensi nih, baru makan siang sama client. Jalan yuk.” Sebuah suara nyerocos tanpa jawaban dariku.

Aku membisu.

Selama ini aku salah sekali, aku salah dalam menilai dan salah mendiagnosa. Penghancur masa depan anakku, rumah tanggaku, dan kehidupan cintaku ternyata Ghana, bukan perempuan lain. Suara berat yang super-familiar itu masih saja berdengung di telepon, walau tanpa aku menjawab, sampai akhirnya suara itu memanggil-manggil nama Ghana. “Hey Frank,” aku menjawabnya. Suaraku bergetar. “Sash? Ke—kenapa handphone ini ada di kamu?” Suara Frank terdengar cemas. Caught-in-act, ternyata Ghana sedari tadi berdiri di belakang kursiku. “Sha…It’s my phone isn’t it?”

Momen itulah yang memutuskan tali persahabatanku dengan Ghana, yang kukira sudah sangat dalam, hingga bisa ‘membaca’ sahabat sendiri. Seperti kata Heidi, Ghana itu seperti flamingo. Aku mengerti sekarang. Ghana itu bukan orange dan tidak pink. Burung flamingo yang jantan sekalipun tetap terlihat feminim. Burung flamingo yang angkuh, namun sebenarnya begitu rapuh personalita.

Pertama-tama… HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY MJ.co!!! Wish us all the best, all our dreams come true…! Wish we can stay best friends till forever and ever. amen.

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uda lama ga ngepost… brasa tenang ^^”v

anyway… So… WHAT HAPPENED DURING THE PAST TWO MONTHS?

Jadi ada…

1. Field Trip Bio 06-07/08/10 ke Sepa Island in Thousand Islands… (bukan dressing salad)
2. Field Trip Physics 27/08/10 ke Dufan. Yep, Dufan. Belajar gaya dan energi dengan naik halilintar, kora-kora, dan teman-teman sebangsanya.
3. Kejadian di malam hujan 27/08/10 yang… is wi ti…
4. Lunch bareng ibu-ibu nyokap-nyokap persekutuan doa… 07/09/10 *sekalian bolos*
5. TOEFL Test 11/09/10 yang… speakingnya simply… horrible.
6. Final Exam maut 20-27/09/10

Okeh…

Field Trip Bio ke Sepa Island… Di sana… seru. Yah, namanya bareng temen-temen? Hoho. Kerjaannya di sana sih simple: CUMA disuruh ngitung plus gambar biota hewan-hewan laut yang imut nan lucu. Tadinya aku mau nyari jellyfish, tapi ga jadi. Takut disengat.

Sepa Island ~

Tugasnya simple kan?

GA.

Itu cuma jebakan! Tugas sebenarnya adalah report sepanjang 60-100 halaman yang wajib dikumpul dalam kurun waktu kira-kira 3 minggu. Individually.

Asik ya? Banget. Gw sendiri selesai dengan 87 halaman, dengan kira-kira 2 hari penuh bekerja, ditambah paket 1 malam. Nilainya… sudahlah. Pokoknya masih nilai assessment gw yang terbaik *sedihnya*.

Field Trip Physics adalah salah satu field trip yang… harusnya menyenangkan, tapi jadi ga, gara-gara Efek Report Bio. Karena report dikumpul tanggal 31/08/10, sementara Dufan dijadwalkan tanggal 27/08/10 jadi kita, sebagai murid-murid Bio + Physics nan taat dan baik memilih untuk pulang lebih awal dan “main” dengan hasil pengamatan Bio daripada main di Dufan.

Pergi naek mobil sekolah, pulang naek mobil Hilly. Ujan… gede, dan berakhir dengan…

Num 3… Kejadian di malam (sore sih, tapi lebih epic kalo gw tulis malem) hujan 27/08/10. Lalala~ >o<

Give me an answer.

I/U + U/I < 10/3

Adalah fakta bahwa I <3 U. Apakah U <3 I?

Bagi yang ngerti… pasti ngakak. Kalau yang ga ngerti… yah nasib.

Ga mau banyak ngomong tentang hal ini. Kalo mau tau… Y!M gw aja.

Next… Oia. Ada yang lucu dengan Lunch dengan nyokap-nyokap hari Selasa ini. Yaitu waktu… mau bayaran…

Si mas udah dipanggil mau bayaran… Pake kartu tertentu diskon 20% kalo ga salah…

Ibu-ibu : *malah tuker-tukeran kartu nama toko apaan gitu gw lupa…*

Si mas : *clingak clinguk bolak balik liat kiri kanan, nyari siapa yang mau bayar*

Ibu-ibu : “Eh, eh nih gw juga punya!” “Eh, nih gw ada 2.” “EH ayo kumpulin!”

Si mas : *stengah panik, bingung* “Eeh… Ibu… Kartunya satu aja…”

Gw : *pas di blkng si mas… ckikikan bareng yang anak-anak.*

Salah satu ibu : “Eh, ga mas. Ini kartu nama…”

Si mas : //>o<//

Salah satu ibu : “Si mas takut, kalo pake kartunya 5, jadi diskon 100% kali ya?”

=)) sampe di mobil masih pada ketawa ibu-ibu…

Ah, akhirnya sampe di TOEFL Test 11/09/10. Nervous? Buanget.

• Pertama… Reading test. 2-3 artikel tentang… hewan hutan-lah, air tanah-lah… bla-bla-bla sudah ga inget. Ga susah, masih bisa nebak… ^^”v <Nervous-meter: 1-2> Gw malah ga nyadar testnya uda mulai…
• Kedua… Listening test. Thx to… The Simpsons Series, yang subtitles-nya sering macet, jadi gw mau ga mau harus belajar denger buat ngerti ceritanya :p <Nervous-meter: 1.5>
• Istirahat 10 menit. Ke wc, minum, nguping orang… <Nervous-meter: 1…2…3…4…5…>
• Ketiga… *jreng jreng* Speaking test. <Nervous-meter: 9-10-9-10-10-10-10-10-10> Simply… Horrible.
• Keempat… Writing test. Ahahaha… lalala~ mengarang indah. *Ssst… ceritanya udah pernah gw baca waktu gw kecil… Jadi ngeringkasnya gampang :p* <Nervous-meter: 1.5>

Hasilnya?… Thx God banget, bisa mencapai target… bahkan mungkin my impossible target… Walaupun tetep… speakingnya simply… Horrible.

Lalala~ Final Exam yang semua murid ketahui adalah saat-saat guru-guru seakan membalas dendam kepada murid-murid yang uda “menyiksa” mereka di hari-hari sekolah.

Belajar sampe malem, ujiannya cuma 2 jem… Hasilnya tertera di rapor sepanjang masa…

Hasil exam gw? Ada yang bagus, ada yang biasa, ada yang nilai pasrah… :p

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Akhirnya selse juga… ngetik ulangnya. Gara-gara wordpress superdodol yang dengan begitu saja posting gw bisa ilang… lalala~

uda ah cape…

Gbu all. Wish a happy Tuesday tomorrow!

P.s. Rabu-Jumat saia camping di Cikole ^^ tell ya later bout that!

ndot kembali berbicara. hehe.

hari ini intinya gw seneng banget, gw bener2 kangen masa2 kaya gini. okay walaupun tadi ada sedikit masalah, but it’s ok, gw ud cukup seneng kok bs lepas sejenak dari kesibukan gw jadi babu slama ini. XD

gw gtau kalian sadar apa ga, tp hari ini 08-09-10 loh. KEREN YAH! gw baru sadar barusan, pas bingung mw bikin judul. hahahaha. sumpah, rasanya ini kebetulan. tp angka hari ini bagus bgt. :’D

sayang kt ga sempet banyak2 foto di nanny tadi. pdhl tempatnya superduper cute. gilagilaan. pengen gw punya kamar kaya gitu. hahahhaha. tp untung kt smpet foto2 banyak di gandaria. hari ini juga hari kita foto2 terbanyak. suer, di hape gw banyak bgt foto2 gapenting gajelas dan AIBLATOS. bener ceria bgt muka kalian disitu hoyy. hahaha.

gw gabisa lama-lama nih, msti milihin cd buat di msukin ke mesin cuci. foto2 menyusul ntar di uplod sm bea yah.

dadah kawan-kawan , I LAP YU ALL.

080910.

play me the mournfull

blinded and binded

by the sorrowness i breath

i pull myself apart.

you lit up the candle.

the sparks from your lighter

hurts your hands, burn your fingers

but i could smell

your scent of worthy

from the dark corners

i’m blindfolded by past

you held me.

your breath gave me life

you show me the path

back to where i should go

i was never lost

whenever i’m with you.

by beh

Duh, klo ngliat dr jdulny, kykny ga kreatif bgd y gw. *Iya, banget.* Tpi biz gmn dunk y? Gw ngepost skrg ja krn dsuru ama Beatrice Han. Haha… Bknny gw ga niat ngepost slm ni, tpi krn gw ga tw gw hrs ngepost apa. Tdi ja gw msh discuss dlu baikny ngepost apa, mpe akhirny gw tny leh ngepost lagu ja ato ga. Untung dikci. XP

Eh mw crita sdkit deh knp di jdulny ada kata “anjingku di mars”. LOL. Jdi dulu kakek gw tu pna pny anjing, namany Bruno. Gw ga tw deh tu anjing jenis paan. Yg jls klo diliat dr fotony, mayan gede. Warnany putih. Umm, ada item2ny, dkit tpi. Katany c, Bruno tu galak semasa hidupnya. Mati pun orang2 sneng. Tw ga? Matinya aja diracunin tetangga. Jaad bgd kan? Pdhl cuma gr2 tu anjing galak ajee. Anjing emank tu tetangga *oops, sorry. special buat yg ngracunin aja koq* C Bruno mgkn emank ga masuk Surga, masuk ke Mars x y, trus tiba2 lahir lagi, tpi ga sbg anjing, melainkan sbg manusia di bumi dengan suara emasnya. Hahaha… ^^v

Udah2, yuk kita ngulas ttg Bruno Mars sdkit2. Dy tu nama asliny Peter Hernandez. Dy lahir d U.S. 8 Oct 1986. Dy bisa nyanyi, maen musik, n juga nyiptain lagi. Tpi dr smuany, yg jdi favorit gw c… suara emasnya donk. Hihi. Jarang-jarang ada cowo suarany seenak dy. Dy sebnerny dah eksis dr taon 2007 di blantika musik international, tpi bru bner2 terkenalny y taon ni krn lagu Nothin’ On You yg dy nyanyiin bareng B.o.B, trus kolaborasiny bareng Travie McCoy pada lagu Billionaire. Ni lagu2 dy yg jdi favorit gw… Oia, klo pgn laguny, bisa donlod di iBox yg ada di bar paling kanan blog ini y. Enjoy! ^^

Bruno Mars feat. Travie McCoy – Billionaire

[Bruno Mars]
I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad
buy all of the things I never had
uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
smiling next to Oprah and the Queen

[Chorus]
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
for when I’m a billionaire

[Travis “Travie” McCoy]
Yeah I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas
give Travie a wish list
I’d probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
and adopt a bunch of babies that ain’t never had sh-t
give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this
and last but not least grant somebody their last wish
its been a couple months since I’ve single so
you can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
get it, hehe, I’d probably visit where Katrina hit
and damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
yeah can’t forget about me stupid
everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music

[Chorus]
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
for when I’m a billionaire
oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire
oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire

[Travis “Travie” McCoy]
I’ll be playing basketball with the President
dunking on his delegates
then I’ll compliment him on his political etiquette
toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
but keep the fives, twentys (?) completely separate
and yeah I’ll be in a whole new tax bracket
we in recession but let me take a crack at it
I’ll probably take whatever’s left and just split it up
so everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
and not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
go in your pocket pull out your wallet
and put it in the air and sing

[Bruno Mars]
I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad
buy all of the things I never had
uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
[Chorus]
I wanna be a billionaire so frickin bad!

Bruno Mars – Just The Way You Are

Gila ni… lagu ini bner2 bkin gw snyum tiap x gw dgrinnya. Gw berandai2… Andai aja ada cowo yg nyanyiin lagu ini buat gw atau seenggakny blg kyk gni. Sneng banget pastii… Ihiy!

Oh her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they’re not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying

She’s so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And its so, its so
Sad to think she don’t see what I see

But every time she asks me do I look okay
I say

When I see your face
There’s not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you’re amazing
Just the way you are

Her nails, her nails
I could kiss them all day if she’d let me
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think its so sexy

She’s so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Oh you know, you know, you know
Id never ask you to change
If perfect is what you’re searching for
Then just stay the same

So don’t even bother asking
If you look okay
You know I say

When I see your face
There’s not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you’re amazing
Just the way you are

The way you are
The way you are
Girl you’re amazing
Just the way you are

When I see your face
There’s not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you’re amazing
Just the way you are

Bruno Mars – Talking To The Moon

I know you’re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
My neighbors think I’m crazy
But they don’t understand
You’re all I have
You’re all I have

Chorus:

At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the Moon
Try to get to You
In hopes you’re on the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool who sits alone
Talking to the moon

I’m feeling like I’m famous
The talk of the town
They say I’ve gone mad
Yeah
I’ve gone mad
But they don’t know what I know

Cause when the sun goes down
someone’s talking back
Yeah
They’re talking back

Chorus:

At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the Moon
Try to get to You
In hopes you’re on the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool who sits alone
Talking to the moon

Do you ever hear me calling?
Cause every night
I’m talking to the moon
Still trying to get to you

In hopes you’re on the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool who sits alone
Talking to the moon

I know you’re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away

Bruno Mars feat. Natasha Bedingfield – Again

tapi seiring dengan gemericik hujan, gwe ikutan mellow. 5 most played during this week:

1. city and colour – like knives

Your words are like knives
They peel my skin and pierce my soul…
Your body will burn tonight…
Though your heart may still remain cold

And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself
For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side
I will blame myself

The Sheets are stained with…
Memories of your soft kiss
Now this is all I have
Paper and pen to remember you with

And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself
For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side
I will blame myself
Can I have you…

lagu ini kata jac datar banget. menurut gwe sih ngga. acoustic guitarnya super enak, cara vokalis bernyanyi bisa buat kita ngerasain feel‘nya.

2. barcelona – please don’t go

All those arrows you threw, you threw them away
You kept falling in love, then one day
When you fell, you fell towards me
When you crashed in the clouds, you found me

Oh, please don’t go
I want you so
I can’t let go
For I lose control

Get these left handed lovers out of your way
They look hopeful but you, you should not stay
If you want me to break down and give you the keys
I can do that but I can’t let you leave

Oh, please don’t go
I want you so
I can’t let go
For I lose control

lagu ini, memelas dengan cara yang ga menjijikan. one of my sist’s and my fav.

3. the calling – could it be any harder

You left me with goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don’t deserve
You were always invincible in my eyes
the only thing against us now is time

[Chorus:]
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what’s true
If I only had one more day

I lie down and blind myself with laughter
A quick fix of hope is what I’m needing
And now i wish that i could turn back the hours
But i know i just don’t have the power

[Chorus]
I’d jump at the chance
We’d drink and we’d dance
And I’d listen close to your every word,
As if its your last, I know its your last,
Cause today, oh, you’re gone

[Chorus]

Like sand on my feet
The smell of sweet perfume
You stick to me forever,baby
and I wish you didn’t go,
I wish you didn’t go
I wish you didn’t go away
To touch you again,
With life in your hands
It couldn’t be any harder

one very dynamic song. menemani gwe dalam perjalanan gwe pulang pergi sekolah, di mobil. lyrics : very touchy.

4. funeral for a friend – history

Dear friends of this academy
oooh romeo is bleeding to death
To see a friend bleed to death, what for
Some kind of metaphor that I cant see?
So I’ll drink until I see it.

This sky will make me sick
So I’ll give up on you
I’ll give up on this
This sky will make me sick
So I’ll give up on this
I’ll give up on you

Archers in your arches
Raise your fingers for one last salute
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine

So you want to hold me up and bring me down
Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down
I don’t care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you
and I don’t care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you

Archers in your arches
Raise your fingers for one last salute
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine

Archers in your arches
Raise your fingers for one last salute
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine..

It’s all mine..
It’s all mine..
It’s all mine..

Archers in your arches
Raise your fingers for one last salute
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine..

Archers in your arches
Raise your fingers for one last salute
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine…

this song have always been my fav. superduperhyper fav. tapi, very hard to interpret. lovelovelove this song. God bless the one who wrote this song. <3

5. jack’s mannequin – bruised

I’ve got my things, I’m good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it’s done

We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation’s come and gone too late
There’s so much sun where I’m from
I had to give it away, had to give you away

And we spent four days on an
Island at your family’s old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect…

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn’t mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don’t fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised

I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle
I take my pills, the babies cry
All I hear is what’s playing through
The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what’s playing through
The in-flight radio, and I
And I am, finally waking up

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn’t mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
Don’t fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, yeah

So read your books, but stay out late
Some nights, some nights, and don’t think
That you can’t stop by the bar
You haven’t shown your face here since the bad news
Well I’m here till close, with fingers crossed
Each night cause your place isn’t far

And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah…

Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn’t mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don’t fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, bruised, bruised

this song makes me feel so insecure yet so in love with it. there’s like a story-line from the lyrics.

~

overall, semua lagunya emang mellow dan lyrics’nya agak ‘menyakitkan’. but it doesn’t mean i’m broken-hearted right now. i dirt of relationships of my life since long ago. skrg fokus ke banyak hal: teman2, keluarga, diri sendiri. gwe lagi mencoba menyalurkan bakat menulis, fotografi, gambar, banyak deh. pengen aja sisi kreatifitas gwe ga mati atau macet disitu-situ aja.

Btw, selama seminggu ini, gwe menghabiskan 3 buku karangan Sitta Karina. 3 buku ini menyangkut kehidupan keluarga Hanafiah gitu. emang selalu bagus kok tulisan Sitta. suits teens nor adults. dan gwe sangat menikmati alur ceritanya yang WOW. 3 buku ini udah pernah gwe baca sebelumnya : Lukisan Hujan (4 kali), Pesan dari Bintang (2 kali), Putri Hujan & Ksatria Malam (6 kali)

Buku-buku Sitta sangat amat inspiring bagi gwe yang emang lagi ‘hampa’. Chemistry setiap pasangan dalam buku-buku itu kuat banget, bahkan ada beberapa orang di dunia maya yang percaya kalo keluarga Hanafiah itu beneran ada. Bahkan ada twitternya!!! ada twitter mereka semua! ex: www.twitter.com/diazhanafiah

Walaupun tokoh-tokoh cowok di buku-buku Sitta di-deskripsikan begitu perfect, gwe ga mendambakan mereka malah yang gwe suka itu chemistry’nya!!!!!!! INI SUPER DUPER RECOMMENDED BAGI SIAPAPUN!!!!!!

Mungkin gwe kayak orang promosi tapi telat banget. Gwe begini juga gara2 buku-buku ini sangat worth-to-read-twice-or-more!

~

gwe minggu ini merasakan kebahagiaan murni. =D

paradoks memang, gwe yang jauh-jauh dari relationship malah doyan baca yg cinta-cintaan begini. nonton film korea juga yang cinta-cintaan. tapi entah mengapa, dengan bloon’nya gwe malah ikut bahagia sama chemistry-chemistry para tokoh-tokoh yg gwe baca/tonton. simply, intinya adalah : GWE SUKA MELIHAT CHEMISTRY ORANG LAIN TANPA HARUS MENJALANI RELATIONSHIP. itu aja udah cukup ngebuat gwe merasakan kebahagiaan murni.

haha. bad,stupid,retard-ish CONCLUSION. i’ve always been like that. beh. 28.08.10.

mjco, xoxo