Saturday, June 20, 2009

"Party in Your Bedroom"
There's a party in your bedroom
All night long
There's a party in your bedroom
All night long
There's a lot of talk about you
Cuz there's a party in your bedroom
All night long
Pretty girl, it's your show
Let it go when you're alone

There's a party in your bedroom
All night long
There's a lot of talk about you
Cuz there's a party in your bedroom
All night long
Pretty girl, it's your shot
Let it go when you're alone

This feels right, don't say goodnight

Walking down the street
Keeping hush-hush on the scene
No one knows you
Such a mystery
Opposite of fun 'til you turn the power on
Then you come out
Turning up the heat

Upstairs all alone, one click for a show
Your room feels on fire, you're out of control

There's a party in your bedroom
All night long
There's a lot of talk about you
Cuz there's a party in your bedroom
All night long
Pretty girl, it's your show
Let it go when you're alone

This feels right, don't say goodnight

Dancing with your hands
Turning strangers into friends
Touch the keys, please
And unlock my heart
You're free to be a freak
Change your picture every week
Show the camera you're a superstar

Upstairs all alone, one click for a show
Your room feels on fire, you're losing control

There's a party in your bedroom
All night long
There's a lot of talk about you
Cuz there's a party in your bedroom
All night long
Pretty girl, it's your show
Let it go when you're alone (x2)

This feels right, don't say goodnight

It's naughty pain
When I think of you, can't stay on track
'Cuz I can't wait
Can't stay on track, can't hide the fact
You're all I want, you're all I need
Let's get this party started
Kickin' hard, just you and me

There's a party in your bedroom
All night long
There's a lot of talk about you
Cuz there's a party in your bedroom
All night long
Pretty girl, it's your show
Let it go when you're alone (x2)

This feels right, don't say goodnight

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gak tau lagu ini kayak gimana?? dengerin ajah tu minipod gw di blog ni. Lagunya seRuBed.seRubed!! Dukung lagu cash-cash buwad jadi nada tunggumu caranya gampang banged! Tinggal ketik cupang (spasi) cash kirim deh ke pasar ngasem. Per cupang harganya 50Ribu. Dijamin cupang yang moncongnya paling jontor!! haha,,yang terakhir ini hanya dipakai sebagai hiburan semata yak??

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Postingan gw kali ini bermaksud dan bertujuan untuk meng-clear-kan masalah status palsu gw di pesbuk yang in relationship itu. Denger gw in relationship ajah dah kepingkel-pingkel ampe' jungkir balik di tempat ntu adek gw. "Buseeeettt,cewek bloon bin jutek kayak loe ada juga yang mao?" Ngehina banget gak seh,tapi emang kalo gak segamblang itu nanyanya emang bukan adek gw namanya. Secara gw juga kalo ngatain dy kejam bin sadis,jadi mungkin sejenis balas dendam dy ke gw. Gak laku! Demikian predikat yang selalu menghantui dan membuat takut para cewek-cewek jaman sekarang sehingga kebanyakan dari merekan asal-asalan milih pacar tanpa make' hati. Pacaran! gw sih gak begitu peduli dengan kata itu. Mo gw ntar-ntarnya bakalan jadi perawan tua juga gw ok-ok ajah!  DAripada punya pacar tapi cuma buat dipake' ngejar status,ngapain( just waste our precious times!) Yak,kembali ke masalah awal. Jadi begini ceritanya,sekitar berapa minggu yang lalu ada orang kirim puisi-puisi yang menurut gw(maaf,NORAKBED!!) lewat message pesbuk gitu abis itu selang berapa hari dy ngirim lagi dengan embel-embel "mo gak jadi cewek gw??". Sesaat bukannya bangga setelah gw baca kalimat terakhirnya ntu,justru gw malah shock ampe mrinding(nih orang sarap,kesambet ato ayannya pas kumat??).

Gila ajah! Mending gw kenal siapa yang ngirim,nah ngeliat ajah juga baru lewat pesbuk! Buseeettt daahhh,beranian amat yak ntu orang!! Dan pas gw consult ke temen-temen gw dan mengconfirm berita tsb,ternyata bukan gw doank yang ngalamin hal kayak gitu tapi mereka juga mengalami hal yang serupa pula dengan gw. Bahkan ada juga yang entah terpaksa ato nggak jadian ama temen satu kampusnya setelah curhat masalah ada orang nembak lewat pesbuk itu. Wah,pokoknya wabah-wabah orang sarap mulai mengkontaminasi situs-situs pertemanan prenster,pesbuk and i'm just hoping that it willn't contaminate twitter. Yah terakhir i just wanna say: Kejahilan ada bukan hanya karena ada niat pelakunya tapi juga karena ada kesempatan. Waspadalah! Waspadalah!

Btw,kalo orang yang ngasih puisi-puisi itu Alexandre Pato,tanpa mikir-mikir lagi juga ok dah gw jadi ceweknya(jiaaaahhahaha,ngarep mode on!). I'm still believe that human always created berpasang-pasangan,and God always give d'best for us to survive and struggle together. Only times can answer it,and i don't be confuse to think that. Cuz i always believe in God's secret.

Buwad yang ngasih gw puisi-puisi itu,please banget-banget,jangan diulangi lagi yak kejahilannya?? Jahilin orang dosa Lho mas!! Untuk kali ini masih saya maafkan dan saya tolerir,besok-besok tak denda 10M Lho,gak mao khan?? Makanya cari inspirasi humor jangan dengan ngerjain orang donk!! Mesakke'! Opo neh wonge' bodo bin pethuk koyo aku mas,paringana kawelasan(Lah kayak orang mo ngemis!?)

Thursday, June 18, 2009

'Bout -footprints in the sand-




Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."


                                                                 by: Mary Stevenson