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26.1.14

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Hai,pembaca setia blog gua yang tercinta. Lama tak jumpo yo? Gua kangen banget ngisi blog gua dengan cuap cuap gua yang rada sableng . Yang sudah lama gua tinggalkan—Atau lebih tepatnya gua campakan/? *kaya di—selingkuh*
Oke ini post awal gua yang beberapa bulan terakhir nggak pernah gua post. Yah,walaupun sebelumhya udah pernah post. Gua sebenernya males buat nge—post lagi. But tugas TIK yang mengharuskan gua buat nge—post. Wkwk. Tapi gua berterima kasih banget buat Guru TIK gua yang mengharuskan diriku nge—post. Why? Yak arena guru gua juga,gua inget kalau gua harus mengisi blog gua. Yang sudah lama terabaikan/? *oke ini lebay*
Buat post ini bukan kaya post—post gua yg sebelumnya. Yang biasanya nge—bahas tentang idol gua,bahkan hal—hal yang gua sendiri binggung apa itu. Ini postingan gua yang menurut gua paling baru dan baru ada didalam blog gua.
Kalau ditanya kenapa? Gua pasti jawab “Yak ini baru pertama kali gua mau bagi pengalaman hidup gua di blog, menurut gua hal itu terlalu pribadi.” Mungkin karena sifat pendiam—pemalu—dan tertutup kaya gua ini sulit buat cari temen yang benar—benar bias dipercaya. Gua juga sulit bersosialisasi. Mungkin karena gua takut tercampakan—Tersakiti. Tapi mulai gua kelas 8,gua udah mulai bisa membuka perasaan gua buat berteman. Itu karena temen—temen gua,Yah walaupun gua cumin deket sama 3 orang. Mereka adalah :

  1.  Erni Hari Yanti as Emak,Erni,Ernek.
  2.   Defvi Rahmawati as Bulek,Defvi,Depek. 
  3.   Dira Sintiyana as Dira,Black,Dirol.

Dari mereka lah gua bisa mengenal arti temen yang baru gua tau. Bahkan gua juga sering hangout bareng mereka. Yah walaupun kita cuman nongkrong dirumah Erni dan biasanya pun kita dalam rangka ngerjain tugas. Wkwk,yah gua kan emang jarang main. Biasalah dalam rangka pelangsingan—pemutihan—pertumbuhan badan.  Dan entah kenapa kalau diantara kita ada yang kena musibah (dibaca: galau) Biasanya kita bisa langsung tau. Mungkin karena kita udah ngerasa deket kali ya? Bisa jadi—bisa jadi. Dan ke—somplakan kita juga udah terlalu over dossis. Bahkan kemungkinan besar kita dibawa ke rumah sakit gila pun udah kagak bisa ke—Tolong lagi.
Dan kita juga kalau pergi kemana pun pasti selalu ber—empat. Kenapa? Padahal dikelas gua itu ada 14 anak cewe dan 10 anak cewe lainnya susah buat bermaur sama kita. Lebih tepatnya kita yang nggak bisa bersatu. Bayangkana aja deh, Kalau mereka itu lebih suka ngomongin tentang Cowok padaha kita nggak suka. Bahkan mereka juga suka nge—bribiks. Daripada di—bribiks. Dan mending kalau yang dibribiks kakak kelas. Nah kalau mereka malah adek kelas. Kebayang nggak sih,kita pacaran sama anak kecil. Bahakan kalau di—nalar Kita itu udah lahir duluan,tapi adek kelasnya? Belum kan? Bahkan bisa aja mereka masih dalam proses. Jadi kita sulit banget nge—gabung sama mereka. Bisa dibilang kita bocah—bocah yang terkucilkan.
Kita juga selalu satu kelompok. Mungkin memang takdir yang telah menentukan kita untuk bersama. Yang kesolitan kita emang udah terlalu solit kali ya  [∫S]∫ weka weka. Tapi diantara kita yang paling nyebelin itu Dira. Ditanya kenapa? Ya kerena dia itu bawel,sokting,nyebeli. Ya pokoknya paling udik diantara kitalah. Sifat kita itu beda,tapi entahlah kita bisa saling melengkapi satu sama lain gitu deh. Kalau salah satu diantara kami lagi dalam masa pms/labil. Pasti ada yang sabar. Dan yang paling sabar dianata kita itu Defvi. Yah walaupun kadang dia rada ganas. Tapi dia baik,bahkan waktu praktikum PKK (pelajarang paling gue benci) Defvi itu yang paling banyak berkorban. Dari yang bikin bumbu—Beliin kita ikan dan nggak mau minta sama kita ganti rugi. Pokonya dia paling baik :’) Kalau Erni itu kadang aja baik tapi kalau nggak sesuain moodnya dia pasti langsung (maaf) ganas. Jadi pernah suatu hari gue lagi bicara sama Defvi nah si Erni itu dateng—dateng langsung marah—marah nggak jelas nggak tau kenapa kita berdua jadi sasaran juga. Hadew nasib nasib.

Tapi gue nyaman banget bisa punya temen se—gokil mereka dan kayaknya cuman ada beberapa spesies kaya mereka :’) Haha.. Makasih udah mau jadi temen gue selama ini,udah mau ngadepin gue yang jelas—jelas masih childis kaya gini. Makasih banget ya =)) Dan gue berharap walaupun nanti kita bakalan beda sekolah,tapi masih bisa berhubungan denggan baik kaya gini. Amin ya roballamin. Dan kita bisa ketemu dengan kondisi yang sesuai kita harapkan. Dan kalau bisa (ter khusus Erni) Sering sering kasih makanan sama kita ya. Jangan sombong. Walaupun kita udah nggak satu sekolah atau mungkin kalian udah nggak di Jogja lagi. Tapi keep solid ya =) 





oleh istri sah dari Cody Robert simpson, pacar  dari Mesut özil,

Miftakhul Yamiin.

 

15.1.14

Little Tuk



Yes, they called him Little Tuk, but it was not his real name; he had called himself so before he could speak plainly, and he meant it for Charles. It was all very well for those who knew him, but not for strangers.
Little Tuk was left at home to take care of his little sister,
Gustava, who was much younger than himself, and he had to learn his lessons at the same time, and the two things could not very well be performed together.
The poor boy sat there with his sister on his lap, and sung to her all the songs he knew, and now and then he looked into his geography lesson that lay open before him.
By the next morning he had to learn by heart all the towns in Zealand, and all that could be described of them.
His mother came home at last, and took little Gustava in her arms. Then Tuk ran to the window, and read so eagerly that he nearly read his eyes out; for it had become darker and darker every minute, and his mother had no money to buy a light.
“There goes the old washerwoman up the lane,” said the mother, as she looked out of the window; “the poor woman can hardly drag herself along, and now she had to drag a pail of water from the well. Be a good boy, Tuk, and run across and help the old woman, won’t you?”
So Tuk ran across quickly, and helped her, but when he came back into the room it was quite dark, and there was not a word said about a light, so he was obliged to go to bed on his little truckle bedstead, and there he lay and thought of his geography lesson, and of Zealand, and of all the master had told him.
He ought really to have read it over again, but he could not for want of light. So he put the geography book under his pillow, for he had heard that this was a great help towards learning a lesson, but not always to be depended upon. He still lay thinking and thinking, when all at once it seemed as if some one kissed him on his eyes and mouth. He slept and yet he did not sleep; and it appeared as if the old washerwoman looked at him with kind eyes and said, “It would be a great pity if you did not know your lesson to-morrow morning; you helped me, and now I will help you,
and Providence will always keep those who help themselves;”
and at the same time the book under Tuk’s pillow began to move about. “Cluck, cluck, cluck,” cried a hen as she crept towards him. “I am a hen from Kjøge,”1 and then she told him how many inhabitants the town contained, and about a battle that had been fought there, which really was not worth speaking of.
“Crack, crack,” down fell something. It was a wooden bird, the parrot which is used as a target as Præstø.
He said there were as many inhabitants in that town as he had nails in his body.
He was very proud, and said, “Thorwalsden lived close to me, and here I am now, quite comfortable.”
But now little Tuk was no longer in bed; all in a moment he found himself on horseback. Gallop, gallop, away he went, seated in front of a richly-attired knight, with a waving plume, who held him on the saddle, and so they rode through the wood by the old town of Wordingburg, which was very large and busy.
The king’s castle was surrounded by lofty towers, and radiant light streamed from all the windows. Within there were songs and dancing; King Waldemar and the young gayly-dressed ladies of the court were dancing together. Morning dawned, and as the sun rose, the whole city and the king’s castle sank suddenly down together. One tower after another fell, till at last only one remained standing on the hill where the castle had formerly been.
The town now appeared small and poor, and the school-boys read in their books, which they carried under their arms, that it contained two thousand inhabitants; but this was a mere boast, for it did not contain so many.
And again little Tuk lay in his bed, scarcely knowing whether he was dreaming or not, for some one stood by him.
“Tuk! little Tuk!” said a voice. It was a very little person who spoke. He was dressed as a sailor, and looked small enough to be a middy, but he was not one. “I bring you many greetings from Corsøe.5 It is a rising town, full of life. It has steamships and mail-coaches. In times past they used to call it ugly, but that is no longer true. I lie on the sea-shore,” said Corsøe;
“I have high-roads and pleasure-gardens; I have given birth to a poet who was witty and entertaining, which they are not all. I once wanted to fit out a ship to sail round the world, but I did not accomplish it, though most likely I might have done so.
But I am fragrant with perfume, for close to my gates most lovely roses bloom.”
Then before the eyes of little Tuk appeared a confusion of colors, red and green; but it cleared off, and he could distinguish a cliff close to the bay, the slopes of which were quite overgrown with verdure, and on its summit stood a fine old church with pointed towers. Springs of water flowed out of the cliff in thick waterspouts, so that there was a continual splashing.
Close by sat an old king with a golden crown on his white head. This was King Hroar of the Springs and near the springs stood the town of Roeskilde, as it is called.
Then all the kings and queens of Denmark went up the ascent to the old church, hand in hand, with golden crowns on their heads, while the organ played and the fountains sent forth jets of water.
Little Tuk saw and heard it all. “Don’t forget the names of these towns,” said King Hroar.
All at once everything vanished; but where!
It seemed to him like turning over the leaves of a book. And now there stood before him an old peasant woman, who had come from Sorø where the grass grows in the market-place.
She had a green linen apron thrown over her head and shoulders, and it was quite wet, as if it had been raining heavily.
“Yes, that it has,” said she, and then, just as she was going to tell him a great many pretty stories from Holberg’s comedies, and about Waldemar and Absalom, she suddenly shrunk up together, and wagged her head as if she were a frog about to spring. “Croak,” she cried; “it is always wet, and as quiet as death in Sorø.” Then little Tuk saw she was changed into a frog.
“Croak,” and again she was an old woman.
“One must dress according to the weather,” said she.
“It is wet, and my town is just like a bottle.
By the cork we must go in, and by the cork we must come out again. In olden times I had beautiful fish, and now I have fresh, rosy-cheeked boys in the bottom of the bottle, and they learn wisdom, Hebrew and Greek.”
“Croak.” How it sounded like the cry of the frogs on the moor, or like the creaking of great boots when some one is marching,—always the same tone, so monotonous and wearing, that little Tuk at length fell fast asleep, and then the sound could not annoy him. But even in this sleep came a dream or something like it.
His little sister Gustava, with her blue eyes, and fair curly hair, had grown up a beautiful maiden all at once, and without having wings she could fly. And they flew together over Zealand, over green forests and blue lakes.
“Hark, so you hear the cock crow, little Tuk. ‘Cock-a-doodle-doo.’ The fowls are flying out of Kjøge. You shall have a large farm-yard. You shall never suffer hunger or want.
The bird of good omen shall be yours, and you shall become a rich and happy man; your house shall rise up like King Waldemar’s towers, and shall be richly adorned with marble statues, like those at Præstø. Understand me well; your name shall travel with fame round the world like the ship that was to sail from Corsøe, and at Roeskilde,—
Don’t forget the names of the towns, as King Hroar said,—
you shall speak well and clearly little Tuk, and when at last you lie in your grave you shall sleep peacefully, as—”
“As if I lay in Sorø,” said little Tuk awaking.
It was bright daylight, and he could not remember his dream,
but that was not necessary, for we are not to know what will happen to us in the future. Then he sprang out of bed quickly,
and read over his lesson in the book, and knew it all at once quite correctly. The old washerwoman put her head in at the door,
and nodded to him quite kindly, and said,
“Many thanks, you good child, for your help yesterday.
I hope all your beautiful dreams will come true.”
Little Tuk did not at all know what he had dreamt,
but One above did.



by Hans Christian Andersen

25.12.13

MADE IN THE USA LYRICS-DEMI LOVATO

Our love runs deep like a chevy
If you fall I'll fall with you baby
Cause that's the way we like to do it
That's the way we like

You run around open doors like a gentleman
Tell me girl every day of my everything
Cause that's the way you like to do it
That's the way you like

Just a little west coast, and a bit of sunshine
Hair blowing in the wind, losing track of time
Just you and I, just you and I
Woah, woah

No matter how far we go, I want the whole world to know
I want you bad, and I wont have it any other way
No matter what the people say,
I know that we'll never break
Cause our love was made, made in the USA
Made in the USA, yeah

You always reading my mind like a letter
When I'm cold, you're there like a sweater
Cause that's the way we like to do it
That's the way we like
You never ever let the world get the best of you
Every night we're apart, I'm still next to you
Cause that's the way I like to do it
That's the way I like

We touch down on the east coast
Dinner in the sky rise, winter is the best time for walking in the city lights
You and I, you and I
Woah woah

No matter how far we go, I want the whole world to know
I want you bad, and I wont have it any other way
No matter what the people say,
I know that we'll never break
Cause our love was made, made in the USA

Cause baby I'll bite the bullet
And take the blow for love
Woahhhh, our love was made in the usa
Made in the USA, made in the USA

No matter how far we go, I want the whole world to know
I want you bad, and I wont have it any other way
No matter what the people say,
I know that we'll never break
Cause our love was made, made in the USA
Made in the USA, yeah

Made in the U.S.
Made in the U.S.
Made in the U.S.A






24.12.13

HEART ATTACK LYRICS - DEMI LOVATO



Putting my defenses up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

Never put my love out on the line
Never said yes to the right guy
Never had trouble getting what I want
But when it comes to you I'm never good enough

When I don't care
I can play him like a Ken doll
Won't wash my hair
Then make him bounce like a basketball

But you make me wanna act like a girl
Paint my nails and wear high heels
Yes you, make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow
But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack

Never break a sweat for the other guys
When you come around I get paralyzed
And every time I try to be myself
It comes out wrong like a cry for help

It's just not fair
Brings more trouble than it all is worth
I gasp for air
It feels so good, but you know it hurts

But you make me wanna act like a girl
Paint my nails and wear perfume
For you, make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow
But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack

The feelings got lost in my lungs
They're burning, I'd rather be numb
And there's no one else to blame
So scared I'll take off and run
I'm flying too close to the sun
And I'll burst into flames

You make me glow
But I cover up, won't let it show
So I'm putting my defenses up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
Heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack - tack
Oh I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack

10.12.13

Simple Plan - Save You Lyrics

Take a breath
I pull myself together
Just another step until I reach the door
You’ll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you
I wish that I could tell you something
To take it all away
Sometimes I wish I could save you
And there’re so many things that I want you to know
I won’t give up till it’s over
If it takes you forever I want you to know
When I hear your voice
It’s drowning into whispers
You’re just skin and bones
There’s nothing left to take
No matter what I do I can’t make you feel better
If only I could find the answer
To help me understand
Sometimes I wish I could save you
And there’re so many things that I want you to know
I wont give up till it’s over
If it takes you forever I want you to know
sumber www.rizkyonline.com
That if you fall, stumble down
I’ll pick you up of the ground
If you lose faith in you
I’ll give you checkup on through
Tell me you won’t give up cause I’ll be waiting if you fall
Oh you know I’ll be there for you
(Ahahaha)
If only I could find the answer
To take it all away
Sometimes i wish i could save you
And there’re so many things that I want you to know
I wont give up till it’s over
If it takes you forever I want you to know
(Oooh)
I wish I could save you
I want you to know
(Ohohh)
I wish I could save you (ohh)  

Simple Plan - Perfect Lyric

Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
Do you think I’m wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
but it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I’m never gonna be good enough for you
I can’t pretend that I’m alright
And you can’t change me
Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I’m sorry
I can’t be perfect
Now it’s just too late and
We can’t go back
I’m sorry
I can’t be perfect
I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spend with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don’t care anymore
sumber www.rizkyonline.com
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you, proud
I’m never gonna be good enough for you
I can’t stand another fight
And nothing’s alright
Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I’m sorry
I can’t be perfect
Now it’s just too late and
We can’t go back
I’m sorry
I can’t be perfect
Nothing’s gonna change the things that you said
Nothing’s gonna make this right again
Please don’t turn your back
I can’t believe it’s hard
Just to talk to you
But you don’t understand
Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I’m sorry
I can’t be perfect
Now it’s just too late and
We can’t go back
I’m sorry
I can’t be perfect
Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I’m sorry
I can’t be perfect
Now it’s just too late and
We can’t go back
I’m sorry
I can’t be perfect

Entahlah

Aku memang bukan orang terkenal-pintar atau menawan. Tapi aku punya harga diri yang nggak mungkin mereka punyai. Ya,mereka adalah seorang pecundang yang merasa paling benar.