Kamis, 16 Agustus 2012

My "cover" of eminem's 'beautiful'

hey guys...
I just wanna post this 'cover'...
Well, these are the lyrics of (another) eminem's song, called beautiful..
These lyrics, are, kinda like, the clean version that I re-arrange to helped me practice rapping,
Well, I practiced rapping to fix my english pronounciation (For more details, check out my older post :http://hawunpyro.blogspot.com/2012/07/re-learning-how-to-rapp.html )
I have to change that cussing words or bleep-ed it because I know I musn't say those words ._. And I won't cuss unless I'm really angry..
so, there you go :

Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, like I'm reaching out for you?

I'm just so very depressed, I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump,
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feel dissin' again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet, I know some word's so hard to swallow
And I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you'd have to walk a thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Seeing troubles in each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh
They can all get *bleep*
Just stay true to you
So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh, they can all get *bleep*
Just stay true to you

I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
'cause if I do that then it opens a door for conversation
Like I want that... I'm not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need no man servant
Trying to follow me around and wipe my clothes
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain't even funny like
"Ha!, Marshall you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, *bleep*"
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down?
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Well, we don't gotta trade our shoes
And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles


Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these nonsense hands we're dealt
We have to take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just
Sat on myself and dissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait by the door and pack his bags
Who sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
At every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid

Aunt Edna always told me "Keep makin' that face it'll get stuck like that"
Meanwhile I'm just standin' there
Holdin' my tongue tryna talk like this
'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then cause I wasn't tryna impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
'cause where you see it from where you're sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other's shoes, at least
What size you wear? I wear tens
Let's see if you can fit your feet


Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone...
So are you calling me, are you trying to get through, oh?
Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you?
So oh oh

you know, it's actually not really....effective by using the 'bleep' because I know, I can't curse at this age, and I don't want to do that either.
So, If you guys have any suggestion of what word should I replaced with that 'bleep' just comment on this post,
okay, bye for now.

Selasa, 14 Agustus 2012

Random post :/

Hey guys...

I suddenly want a sandwich..

That delicious and warm grilled sandwich...


oh, I also want a pizza... and a cake....

I want a cupcake...


And I want a bowl of warm delicious vegetable soup!

And I...I want a milkshake!

Vannilla milkshake!

And an ice cream!

Magnum, to be exact!

And a pudding! chocolate pudding with milky vla!

Off you go! Buy me everything I've said!!

Quick! Quick!I don't wanna wait!

Beginilah caraku ngabuburit .___.

Sabtu, 11 Agustus 2012

Taylor Swift - Mean

Hey, guys..
Just stopping by to share this video and song called 'mean' by taylor swift.

I don't know, I don't usually like taylor swift, but somehow, I can relate to this song a lot...

So, here we goo!

You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me  
You have knocked me off my feet again 
Got me feeling like I'm nothing  
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, 
Calling me out when I'm wounded  
You, pickin' on the weaker man

Well, you can take me down with just one single blow 
But you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city  
And all you're ever gonna be is mean  
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me  
And all you're ever gonna be is mean   
Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation  
You, have pointed out my flaws again 
As if I don't already see them  
I'll walk with my head down trying to block you out 
'Cause I'll never impress you  
I just wanna feel okay again

I'll bet you got pushed around, 
somebody made you cold  
But the cycle ends right now 
'cause you can't lead me down that road  
And you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city 
And all you're ever gonna be is mean  
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me  
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar, 
talking over a football game  
With that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening  
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things  
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing

But all you are is mean  
All you are is mean 
and a liar and pathetic and alone in life  
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I'll be living in a big old city  
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah  
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me  
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city 
(Why you gotta be so mean?) 
And all you're ever gonna be is mean  
(Why you gotta be so mean?)  
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me  
(Why you gotta be so mean?)  
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

Sabtu, 04 Agustus 2012

13...or not..

Well, hey guys...
I remember when I was a kid, I always proud of my age, and I always celebrate my birthday....
Well now I feel like, I don't know, but this is kinda strange,
Because I feel like, I'm not really proud of my age anymore, you know why?

You know, I saw my classmates celebrating someone's birthday in my class a few days ago, and I was like,
"When can I get such moment like that again?"
I don't know, I'm not officially 14, and I'm in 9th grade now, but I still often looking back to my past.

Also, I don't feel like, I act properly for my age,
Maybe I'm just too 'honest' or something...
Some people even told me that I'm critical..
Hey, c'mon...I'm not that smart...
I'm just an ordinary girl who only studying right before the test...

But, do you ever feel like, changing?
I remember that people always mistaken me as a college student or a high-school student...
I'm like, 16 years old already, I'm too mature to be a 14 years old...

But hey, do you see my sensitivity?
Do you even know how I act around in my house?
It's WAAAY DIFFERENT compared to how I act at school.
I'm soo..Hyperactived, and happy in my house, I laugh so loud and screaming and yelling when I'm playing with my sista, my cousin, or my maid.

Okay, some said that my sensitivity is normal for someone mature,
Because they think, it's usual to get angry because of someone who do the immature thing (insulting, acting weirdly to get an attention)
Seriously, there's so much boys in my EX class who (still) do the immature thing like that,
You know, I'd rather to see immature-childish guy than immature-j*rk guy

So, how old am I? 16 or 14?
Here comes the identity crisis,
But wait! Identity crisis should come when someone is a teenager!
Oh, wait, am I a teenager? or a pre-teenager?

I have to say that I still have many childish 'character's...and it's kinda bothering me sometimes...
But you know, even my own mother told me that I'm already mature to know everything....
Even 'that' knowledge, if you know what I mean....

So, just like that, this is Hawun, typing, surrounded by the identity crisis and ...see  ya later!

Kelas sembilan....

Kelas sembilan itu...
Tempat dimana kita dituntut....
Iya, dituntut. Dituntut untuk menjadi yang terbaik, dituntut agar belajar setiap hari, dituntut agar gak berani macem-macem...
Ataupun dituntut agar menjadi alim.
Coba lihat, sampai sebegitu pentingnya, sampai kukasih bold+italic+underline
Tinggal dikasih word art aja lengkap tuh.

Jadi, intinya, kita kelas sembilan,-atau singkatnya kelas 3 SMP, akan dihadapi dengan yang namanya UNAS....

Nah, unas ini membawa keakutan, ketegangan, dan macem-macem lah kepada setiap makhluk ber-bet IX.
Tapi, hey buat apa?
Untuk apa mereka dituntut? For godsake, they're just kids!
Maybe for some of you, mereka udah gak anak-anak lagi, I'll tell you what...orang yang bener-bener dewasa itu gak ada.
Dewasa itu omong kosong, karena orang dewasa masih saja mencari-cari cara untuk menjadi dewasa.
At least pada orang dewasa ada point kekanak-kanakan yang masih jelas sekali terlihat, oleh anak-anak sekalipun.

Untuk apa mereka diuji setegang-tegangnya seperti itu?
Coba lihat, cuma ada berapa anak-anak yang benar benar jujur dalam mengerjakan UNAS ini?
Coba lihat ada berapa anak-anak yang bener-bener ikhlas dalam beribadah agar 'menang' dalam UNAS?

Selain itu untuk apa diadakannya unas?
Diadakannya untuk mengetes kemampuan siswa...
Hah? gitu ya?
Terus bagaimana kau menjelaskan orang selenge'an gak pernah ibadah yang dapat nilai bagus semua?
Lebuh bagus dari siswa yang jujur?
Anehnya, yang jujur malah dibilang kurang berusaha!
Hah, dimana keadilan kalau mereka hanya mementingkan nilai daripada kemampuan?
Lebih mementingkan kebohongan daripada kejujuran?
Metode apa itu? pantesan indonesia gak maju-maju......

Oke kembali ke metode "dituntut supaya jadi alim"
Sebenarnya kita ibadah karena perintah Tuhan atau karena ORANG YANG MAKSA KITA IBADAH?
Gak ikhlas jadinya kalo ada anak diajarin sholat atau ritual agama lain dengan cara kaya gitu!
Seriing banget terjadi ini, terutama di ******ku, untung aku bentar lgi *****....

udah mungkin itu aja.