Yap! seperti di judul, kali ini postingan gue akan mengandung kata 'Hallo'. Gue juga ga tau 'Hallo' buat apa, mungkin buat kembaran gue si Ecen nan jauh di Los Angles. Hmm...baiklah gue bakal mulai, pertama-tama kita masukkan kata 'Hallo' pada postingan kali ini. Lalu kembangkanlah kata 'Hallo' untuk beberapa paragraf.
Mungkin kata 'Hallo' sendiri mempunyai berbagai makna. Misalnya nih ya, buat lo yang lagi jomblo, "Hallo Single atau Hallo Lajang". Yang kedua, kata 'Hallo' bisa lo gunain buat menyapa seseorang. Dan gue tau reaksi kalian semua yang baca ini bakal TER-heran heran melihat gue yang biasanya Sarap (Begitulah nama gue, Carap) tiba-tiba berubah jadi power ranger biru(?) eh engga deng! maksud gue berubah jadi agak mikir, menggerakkan mesin-mesin yang telah punah(?).
Sorry postingan kali ini kurang menarik, kurang lucu, kurang abstrak, kurang cakep (karena gue posting ini pada jam 12 malem), malem sabtu, tepatnya 0;05.
Ima
Maret 30, 2012
Maret 21, 2012
Carly Rae Jepsen-Call Me Maybe Lyrics
I threw a wish in the well,
Don't ask me, I'll never tell
I looked to you as it fell,
And now you're in my way
I trade my soul for a wish,
Pennies and dimes for a kiss
I wasn't looking for this,
But now you're in my way
Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
You took your time with the call,
I took no time with the fall
You gave me nothing at all,
But still, you're in my way
I beg, and borrow and steal
Have foresight and it's real
I didn't know I would feel it,
But it's in my way
Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so, so bad
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
And you should know that
I missed you so, so bad
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so so bad
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
And you should know that
So call me, maybe?
Don't ask me, I'll never tell
I looked to you as it fell,
And now you're in my way
I trade my soul for a wish,
Pennies and dimes for a kiss
I wasn't looking for this,
But now you're in my way
Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
You took your time with the call,
I took no time with the fall
You gave me nothing at all,
But still, you're in my way
I beg, and borrow and steal
Have foresight and it's real
I didn't know I would feel it,
But it's in my way
Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so, so bad
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
And you should know that
I missed you so, so bad
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so so bad
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
And you should know that
So call me, maybe?
Maret 20, 2012
Waiting Outside The Lines Remix Lyrics
Greyson:
You’ll never enjoy your life,
Living inside the box
You’re so afraid of taking chances,
How you gonna reach the top?
Rules and regulations,
Force you to play it safe
Get rid of all the hesitation,
It’s time for you to seize the day
Instead of just sitting around
And looking down on tomorrow
You gotta let your feet off the ground,
The time is now
I’m waiting, waiting, just waiting,
I’m waiting, waiting outside the lines (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Waiting outside the lines (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Waiting outside the lines


Charice:
I know you wanna be the best
But you better enjoy the ride
Don’t worry if you passed the test
Just worry ’bout it passing by
It’s not about the destination
It’s never gonna be enough
When everything goes away
All you need is love
So instead of just sitting around
And looking down on tomorrow
Just try to let your feet off the ground,
The time is now, just let it go
I’m gonna have to force you to smile
I’m here to make you notice the rainbow
Cause I know,
It’s in you
I’m waiting, waiting, just waiting,
I’m waiting, waiting outside the lines (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I’m waiting outside the lines (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Waiting outside the lines
I’m trying to be patient (I’m trying to be patient)
The first step is the hardest (the hardest)
I know you can make it,
Go ahead and take it
Waiting, waiting, just waiting (I’m waiting) I’m waiting (yeah)
I’m waiting (waiting), waiting (waiting), just waiting
I’m waiting, waiting outside the lines (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Waiting outside the lines (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Waiting outside the lines
You’ll never enjoy your life
Living inside the box
You’re so afraid of taking chances,
How you gonna reach the top?
Maret 11, 2012
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Ima
Sebenarnya Apa????!!!!
Sebenarnya Apa????!!!! itulah judul postingan gue kali ini. Di lihat dari judulnya sih enggax beuut *alay modern* Sebenarnya Apa????!!!! ini menceritakan tentang kisah hidup gue yang ga beraturan, amburadur, berantakan, acak kadut. Gue dilema!!-_- *eitss dilema di sini bukan dilema lagu ceribelek loh, tapi dilema.... ENTAR GUE MAU JADI APA PAS GEDE!!!. Itulah dilema yang gue alamin saat ini.
LO lo semua tau kan dilema itu apa? ya dilema itu dilema, sekali dilema tetep dilema, Kalo dia ganti nama jadi delima entar di makan, eh mungkin jadi gadis desa deng. Kalo dilema ganti nama, bisa-bisa emaknya dilema "dilimi" bisa bangkrut gara-gara kudu beli kambing buat syukuran anaknya.
YA UDAH!!! KITA MULAI KE TOPIK!!!! *hening seperempat detik.
Sebenarnya gue itu dilema soal cita-cita gue di masa yang akan datang *ceilah*. GUE BINGUNG!!! GUE MENGALAMI SUATU KEJADIAN YANG NAMANYA "DILEMA". Sebentar-sebentar gue ganti cita-cita.
Nih ya, mulai dari waktu TK. Pas gue ditanya "kalo udah besar mau jadi apa?" yang kalian tau lah ya, jawaban semua anak tk hapir sama semua. Rata-rata dokter. Sama persis kaya chila. "Kalo Chila mau jadi apa?" "Chila mau jadi doktel, buat sembuhin temen-temen chila yang sakit".Nah karena Chila jawabnya 'Teman-temen Chila yang sakit' maka dari itu gue kecewa berat sama Chila. karena gue bukan temannya Chila, jadi gue memutuskan buat mencita-citakan jadi dokter.
Seiring dengan berjalannya waktu, Gue semakin gede, gede, gede dan gede. Sampai segede sekarang *padahal baru 14 tahun 3 bulan*. Dan gue sempet mencita-citakan pengen jadi Art atau Designer atau semacamnya lah yang penting pake photoshop *frustasi*. Tapi sekarang gue bingung sama cita-cita gue. Yang gue tau sekarang gue pengen jadi penulis. Gue mulai ngebuat berbagai macam cerita. Mulai dari cerita yang kocak *ga kocak-kocak amat sih* cerita romantis, cerita serem, etc. Gue mulai bisa merangkai kata-kata. Tapi Allah ga pernah ngasih gue waktu luang buat bikin sebuah cerita panjang yang bisa di bukuin. Kenapa, kenapa ya Tuhanku?????!!! apa salah ku??!! mengapa engkau tak memberikanku waktu luang untuk berkarya???!! apa ini salah guruku? orang tuaku? adik-adikku? teman-temanku? atau salah sepupuku?. Oh Tuhan, berikan aku jalan, Aku hanya meminta waktu luang untuk berkarya *eaaaa.
Ima
LO lo semua tau kan dilema itu apa? ya dilema itu dilema, sekali dilema tetep dilema, Kalo dia ganti nama jadi delima entar di makan, eh mungkin jadi gadis desa deng. Kalo dilema ganti nama, bisa-bisa emaknya dilema "dilimi" bisa bangkrut gara-gara kudu beli kambing buat syukuran anaknya.
YA UDAH!!! KITA MULAI KE TOPIK!!!! *hening seperempat detik.
Sebenarnya gue itu dilema soal cita-cita gue di masa yang akan datang *ceilah*. GUE BINGUNG!!! GUE MENGALAMI SUATU KEJADIAN YANG NAMANYA "DILEMA". Sebentar-sebentar gue ganti cita-cita.
Nih ya, mulai dari waktu TK. Pas gue ditanya "kalo udah besar mau jadi apa?" yang kalian tau lah ya, jawaban semua anak tk hapir sama semua. Rata-rata dokter. Sama persis kaya chila. "Kalo Chila mau jadi apa?" "Chila mau jadi doktel, buat sembuhin temen-temen chila yang sakit".Nah karena Chila jawabnya 'Teman-temen Chila yang sakit' maka dari itu gue kecewa berat sama Chila. karena gue bukan temannya Chila, jadi gue memutuskan buat mencita-citakan jadi dokter.
Seiring dengan berjalannya waktu, Gue semakin gede, gede, gede dan gede. Sampai segede sekarang *padahal baru 14 tahun 3 bulan*. Dan gue sempet mencita-citakan pengen jadi Art atau Designer atau semacamnya lah yang penting pake photoshop *frustasi*. Tapi sekarang gue bingung sama cita-cita gue. Yang gue tau sekarang gue pengen jadi penulis. Gue mulai ngebuat berbagai macam cerita. Mulai dari cerita yang kocak *ga kocak-kocak amat sih* cerita romantis, cerita serem, etc. Gue mulai bisa merangkai kata-kata. Tapi Allah ga pernah ngasih gue waktu luang buat bikin sebuah cerita panjang yang bisa di bukuin. Kenapa, kenapa ya Tuhanku?????!!! apa salah ku??!! mengapa engkau tak memberikanku waktu luang untuk berkarya???!! apa ini salah guruku? orang tuaku? adik-adikku? teman-temanku? atau salah sepupuku?. Oh Tuhan, berikan aku jalan, Aku hanya meminta waktu luang untuk berkarya *eaaaa.
Ima
Ternyata salah...
Hai! jumpa lagi dengan gue si carap yang cakepnya cakep badai, secara sepupu sekaligus kembarannya Greyson Chance. Gue cuma mau ngasih tau *bukan sombong* ada kesalahan di blog gue. Yang gue liat di blog gue ada 900-an viewers. tapi...pas gue liat di dashbord rupanya udah 1200 lebih viewers-___-.
Ya, gitu doang sih yang mau gue kasih tau. Ini buktinya kalo masih ga percaya sama gue yang cakep badai ini.
Ya, gitu doang sih yang mau gue kasih tau. Ini buktinya kalo masih ga percaya sama gue yang cakep badai ini.
Ima
Maret 10, 2012
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