Jiwa seorang minimalist
You say you’re typical,
Just like any other girl.
I think you’re special,
Way out of my world.
You think you’re boring,
Plain and dull.
Yes you are.
But you’re also fun,
lively and wonderful.
ps: I drafted this on my head, during my sleepless night in Kuala Kangsar.
Aku mahukan lebih masa,
Untuk siapkan semua kerja.
Aku perlukan lebih masa,
Perbetulkan salah silap di antara.
Aku mahukan lebih masa,
Biar dibuai mimpi lebih lena.
Aku perlukan lebih masa,
Untuk kita luangkan bersama.
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ps: Dude, get to work!
Damn girl, dry your eyes
You stole my heart and then you kicked it aside
No girl, you can’t see
When he’s inside you know there’s no room for me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCOOAiKd73o
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ps: Great song.
It looms at the top of mind,
As the thought of you unwinds.
Your voice is a bliss,
Something I definitely miss.
I wonder if any of this is real,
About the things that I truly feel.
Should I tell her, should I not?
It’s definitely one thing I can’t resist.
As I curled up in my bed,
I gave it another thought.
Staring at this empty wall,
I hope she’ll give me a call.
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ps: I should sleep on it.
I’m reaching for you,
but my arms aren’t long enough.
I’m running to you,
if I could go a little faster.
I’m crying to you,
but I can’t hear my own voice.
I am waiting for you,
and trying not to fall asleep now.
I’m clumsily dancing away this fear,
I’m stumbling closer to you,
I’m tumbling over my pride,
I will be a fool for you.
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ps: Lifehouse – Fool.. nice!
Sometimes I wonder,
Who do you study for?
Yourself or others?
For better or worst?
Sometimes I wonder,
Why are you hardworking?
It doesn’t promise you anything,
Nor give the access to everything.
Sometimes I wonder,
How do you study?
Tentative or loosely?
With loud mp3 or quietly.
No matter who, why or how,
I’m here beside you,
Watching you diligently,
I know you could use a good company.
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ps: Study hard my dear!
Your voice sounds like home,
It echoes everytime I’m away.
Your voice sounds like home,
I can rest my head and not worry bout tomorrow.
Your voice sounds like home,
The place I’d resort to after a long day.
Your voice sounds like home,
Where I’d seek refuge from thunder and storm.
Your voice sounds like home,
I’d protect it with all my might.
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ps: I told you I’d write about you.
