blah blah blah bla blah
Whoo!
You were everything I wanted.
You were everything a girl could be.
Then you left me brokenhearted
Now you don't mean a thing to me
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
Brought you around
And you just brought me down.
Hate is a strong word.
But I really really really don't like you.
I really don't like you.
Thought that everything was perfect
Isn\'t that how it's supposed to be?
Thought you thought that I was worth it
Now I think a little differently
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
Brought you around
And you just brought me down
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
Now that it\'s over you can't hurt me
Now that it\'s over you can't bring me down
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh oh oh
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh oh oh
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love
Hey!
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
(I really don't like you)
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
(Liked about you)
Brought you around
And you just brought me down
(Hey!)
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
I really don't like you
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
I really don't like you
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
I really don't like you
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
Thursday, February 25, 2010
21 GUN'S
Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
Sunday, February 21, 2010
PENANGAN *CNY*
agak lame ak x menulis,
cuti sebentar agaknya,
hari ak kembali,
cube nak menulis....
minggu lepas raye cina,
suma pakat cuti,
seminggu lom cuti da sibuk,
kemas brg n cari tiket....
tp yg ak pelikye,
yg semangat nk cuti,
org melayu,
1 malaysia la katakan....
jln2 suma jem,
polis xsenang duduk,
jpj pon tumpang skaki,
ke hulu n hilir ngan peronda...
kat bukit 7,
da mcm tanglung,
penuh ngan lampu brek,
dek kerana jem...
yg sdeynye,
ade yg kemalangan,
dek kerana xsabar,
nk blik kg....
cuti sebentar agaknya,
hari ak kembali,
cube nak menulis....
minggu lepas raye cina,
suma pakat cuti,
seminggu lom cuti da sibuk,
kemas brg n cari tiket....
tp yg ak pelikye,
yg semangat nk cuti,
org melayu,
1 malaysia la katakan....
jln2 suma jem,
polis xsenang duduk,
jpj pon tumpang skaki,
ke hulu n hilir ngan peronda...
kat bukit 7,
da mcm tanglung,
penuh ngan lampu brek,
dek kerana jem...
yg sdeynye,
ade yg kemalangan,
dek kerana xsabar,
nk blik kg....
Thursday, February 11, 2010
PERSONALITY
A unique personality,
a great and austere artist,
basically strong willed,
and of a rare,
vital,
penetrating,
and restless intelligence,
a man who,
beneath the rigor of his judgement,
and the absolutism of his opinions,
concealed I know not how much self doubt,
despair of ever satisfying himself.......
feeling whose great bitterness,
exaltation were nourished,
by his subtle appreciation of the masters,
his longing to posses the secret,
knowledge he credited them with,
and his continual awareness,
of their exclusive perceptions.
BY-PAUL VALERY, Degas Dance Dessin
a great and austere artist,
basically strong willed,
and of a rare,
vital,
penetrating,
and restless intelligence,
a man who,
beneath the rigor of his judgement,
and the absolutism of his opinions,
concealed I know not how much self doubt,
despair of ever satisfying himself.......
feeling whose great bitterness,
exaltation were nourished,
by his subtle appreciation of the masters,
his longing to posses the secret,
knowledge he credited them with,
and his continual awareness,
of their exclusive perceptions.
BY-PAUL VALERY, Degas Dance Dessin
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
KONFRONTASI
Konfrontasi selalu digambarkan sebagai kekasaran dan permusuhan
seperti menghadapkan penjenayah bersemuka dengan mangsa untuk
memaksanya mengaku kesalahan yang telah dilakukan. Mengikut
penggunaan biasa pula membawa maksud bersemuka atau cuba
membuat perbandingan dengan meletakkan sesuatu secara berhadapan
satu sama lain. Ini juga boleh dikaitkan bersemuka dengan realiti yang
membawa maksud menghadapi kenyataan sebenar yang menyukarkan.
Konfrontasi juga sebenarnya bersifat mempunyai kesan tidak bertopeng
atau bermuka-muka. Kita hanya berkonfrontasi untuk menyampaikan
kepada seseorang tentang keadaan sebenarnya yang berlaku. Ditambah
lagi dengan adat yang kita amalkan yang membawa kecenderungan kepada
konsep segan atau sifat malu untuk menegur.
seperti menghadapkan penjenayah bersemuka dengan mangsa untuk
memaksanya mengaku kesalahan yang telah dilakukan. Mengikut
penggunaan biasa pula membawa maksud bersemuka atau cuba
membuat perbandingan dengan meletakkan sesuatu secara berhadapan
satu sama lain. Ini juga boleh dikaitkan bersemuka dengan realiti yang
membawa maksud menghadapi kenyataan sebenar yang menyukarkan.
Konfrontasi juga sebenarnya bersifat mempunyai kesan tidak bertopeng
atau bermuka-muka. Kita hanya berkonfrontasi untuk menyampaikan
kepada seseorang tentang keadaan sebenarnya yang berlaku. Ditambah
lagi dengan adat yang kita amalkan yang membawa kecenderungan kepada
konsep segan atau sifat malu untuk menegur.
Monday, February 8, 2010
SEORANG DI BELAKANG
ak prasan s'suatu,
yg nyata bagi ak,
yg org len xprasan,
mungkin.........
atau hanya,
sebuah ilusi,
sorg ak,
mungkin.....
ak m'langkah agak lambat,
b'banding korg,
ye,korg....
sumaye m'langkah,
s'iring dan k'depan,
m'ninggalkan ak,
ye,ak yg t'kebelakang....
hanya ak,
d'belakang,
tanpa teman,
m'langkah k'sorg'n.....
sedang'n mereka,
seronok berjalan,
b'iringan dgn gurau senda,
yg sayup t'dgr pada p'dgr'nku......
yg nyata bagi ak,
yg org len xprasan,
mungkin.........
atau hanya,
sebuah ilusi,
sorg ak,
mungkin.....
ak m'langkah agak lambat,
b'banding korg,
ye,korg....
sumaye m'langkah,
s'iring dan k'depan,
m'ninggalkan ak,
ye,ak yg t'kebelakang....
hanya ak,
d'belakang,
tanpa teman,
m'langkah k'sorg'n.....
sedang'n mereka,
seronok berjalan,
b'iringan dgn gurau senda,
yg sayup t'dgr pada p'dgr'nku......
Friday, February 5, 2010
NO WOMEN NO CRY
No women no cry,
Said said
Said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
Oba, ob-serving the hypocrites
As they would
mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have had,
Oh, good friends we've lost
along the way
In this great future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I say
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
Ee little darling, don't shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
Said, said,
Said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
As it was log wood burnin' through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone, I mean...
Everything's gonna be alright
So woman, no cry
No, no, woman,
No, woman, no cry
Oh, my little sister, don't shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
As it was log wood burnin' through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone...
No, woman, no cry
Woman, little darling, say, don't shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
Yeah
Little darling don’t shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
Little sister, don’t shed no tears,
No, woman, no cry,
Said said
Said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
Oba, ob-serving the hypocrites
As they would
mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have had,
Oh, good friends we've lost
along the way
In this great future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I say
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
Ee little darling, don't shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
Said, said,
Said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
As it was log wood burnin' through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone, I mean...
Everything's gonna be alright
So woman, no cry
No, no, woman,
No, woman, no cry
Oh, my little sister, don't shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
As it was log wood burnin' through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone...
No, woman, no cry
Woman, little darling, say, don't shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
Yeah
Little darling don’t shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
Little sister, don’t shed no tears,
No, woman, no cry,
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
CUAK
ape ak da buat ni,
terukye,
ape ak nk buat skang,
pnin,pnin....
bende sme da b'ulang,
ah sudah,
msti kne tiao kaw2,
ngan akak ak.............
hish,cuakye ak.....
terukye,
ape ak nk buat skang,
pnin,pnin....
bende sme da b'ulang,
ah sudah,
msti kne tiao kaw2,
ngan akak ak.............
hish,cuakye ak.....
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