melondacosta

shutup. the semester is about to begin, but i’m not yet in the mood to start everything.. what do i need?. what should i do?.

NO DOUBT

"Marry Me"

I can’t help that I like to be kissed
And I wouldn’t mind if my name changed to Mrs.
This is one side, my conventional side
An attraction to tradition
My vintage disposition
My sincere architecture
And I want to cook him dinner
But I’m more indecisive than ever
And who believes in forever?

Who will be the one to marry me?

A girl in the world barking up the wrong tree
A creature conditioned to employ matrimony
Crumbling continuity, I pick up the pieces
The ceremony makes me zealous
As the past quickly ceases
Fear from being neutered
I’m now prude, now defensive
Quickly I’m altered and tempted by new love only rented

Do you believe you’ll marry me?
You might be the one to marry me

Back, looking back, looking back at me
I’m not how I used to be
Take me back, take me back into history
Diamond ring, tie me down just like it used to be

Who will be the one to marry me?
Who will be the one to marry me?

Dari awal aku tak pernah
percaya kata-katamu
Karena ku hanya melihat
semua dari parasmu

Terakhir kau bilang padaku..
kau takkan pernah selingkuh
Tetapi ternyata dirimu..
bermain di belakangku

Saat ku melihatmu
kau sedang bermesraan
dengan seorang..
yang ku kenal…

O ow.. Kamu ketahuan..
pacaran lagi..
dengan dirinya..
teman baikku…

O ow.. Kamu ketahuan..
pacaran lagi..
dengan dirinya..
teman baikku…

Tapi tak mengapa..
Aku tak heran..
Karena dirimu..
Cinta sesaatku…

O ow.. Aku ketahuan…
pacaran lagi…
dengan dirinya…
teman baikmu…

it has been quite sometimes since the last time i blogged. hue..
nak cerita pasal kawan ku dan motornya..
hue..

ceritera 1

zubaidah: awak nak ke mana?

shahriman: erm.. i’m not goin far, just around shah alam jah..

zubaidah: owh. ala.. nak ikut… can i,, plis…

shahriman: uhk?. ye ke.. buleh jah.. actually i wanted to ask u out, but im afraid u might spurn my call.. huhuhuhu.. *tersengih cam siyal*

zubaidah: hello!!! who says.. u kan i nye boyfren,.. mana u pegipun kalau buleh  i nak ngekor..  *konon2 la kau!!*

shahriman: uhh.. so sweet.. im touched "best btol awek aku nih" *ckp sowang2 dalam hati, paru2 ngan limpa dia aje yg dengar*

zubaidah: erm..

shahriman: kita gy naek moto ye awak..

zubaidah: ala.. naik moto ke??.. uh.. taknak la awak.. its not good if people see, u and me on your moto * ckp aje la "moto ko tak cantik, kalau scooter ke.. superbike ke.. vintage ke.. layan gak la.." *

shahriman: ala.. biarlah.. kalau camtu i drive my fren’s car.. okeyh?

zubaidah: ahh.. keta takpe la.. * "elo… rosaklah mekap aku naik moto nanti okeh, tudung aku lagi" *

shahriman: erm.. ape la bezanya saya bawak awk naik moto ngan keta?. hue..

zubaidah: ish.. dont get me wrong, naek moto nnt, sy kna duk kat blakang, pastu terpeluk awak lak.. it is different when we r in the car.. orang tak kata papa..
* "nnt org ingat balak aku mat rempit, ingat angkut pompuan mane la" *

shahriman: err.. ye kott.. nnt ape lak org kata..

–selama ni, would u say anything whenever u see couple naek moto?? erm.. kalau ada pun, mungkin la bila tgk bf yg bawak moto cam siyal nye laju.. ngan awek yg duk kat belakang mcm takde tulang blakang.. melekat aje.. but, to those decent people.. pnah tak korang pikir bukan2???
–or…. korang  (boys) have experienced the same thing above.. awek malu naek moto. huhuhu.. terima la..they really dont want to naik yor moto buruk tuh,. hahaha..  dont take it so deeply yek..
–dulu2 i have thought about this thing, and berazam la….. i will work hard, find a good job, own a hunky-dory car.. puff like a demon on federal highway.. hue.. pastu park in front of your (ex-)  GF yg taknak naek moto tu.. pastu bgtau kat dia.. "thanks for reminding me to work hard and now, i have a car.. thank you very much…"
– ada kebaikannya.. tapi.. sometimes, there is something u cant see.. believe u me..

hahaha.. it just a story, not really much related to my life..

im not leaving you.. im not forgettin you..
it’s just im engrossed with my work…
please understand the tasks i’ve got to work on.. thre r loads of’em…
huh.. im not forgettin u..
u r the one i care the most…
u r the one i fond the most..
im not forgettin u..

Dia kulihat dia
Slalu menutup mata

Dia adalah malam
Aku dan dia

Dia menutup mata
Dia terus berjalan
Dia tak hiraukan
Aku dan dia

Terbanglah kepadaku
Manusia sempurna untukku
Lara hati menunggu, menunggu dia

Dia adalah malam
Aku dan dia

Terbanglah kepadaku
Manusia sempurna untukku
Kulihat kurasa kucium dan kudengar
Dia

heart pounds as eyes catch the glimpse of yours
seeing you in the distance,
my eyes ascertain the zest you bring,
and lights with full of colors,
yet the colors remain unheard.

but,the sound of pounding heart
mixed colors aftermath,
captivates the nimble doves.

bitterness of colors is veiled
as eyes capture the sweetness.
are they really sweet?
why i cant savor it?

allow me to touch your heart,
so i can fondle the colors,
needless,
to seek in the dark pitch,
waiting the pebble to babble,
wind tastes like wine
oh,
colors are so tangible.

blow the glitters with thousand colors,
allow the touch tote the sweetness into me.
there,
all senses triggered
rainbow doubles its colors,
dropping pin becomes so thunderous,
and sweets taste even sweeter

working in th office is killing me slowly and harrowingly… uh,.. i’ve got to deal with the foreign students.. write letters.. do this.. do that.. unclaimed overtime… durh.. luckily the staffs here are benign and caring.. they willingly teach me how to write letters, and deal with the big cheese which i guess the most dificult part in tis IR department..