Thursday, March 17, 2011
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Caca
Mrs. Bossy. Yup... Itu julukan baru buat guruku ter-sayang(?).
tersayang ? BUKAN !!! Tapi guru yang ter-sebelin...
Hal hal yang sudah make me sebel :
+ selalu nyuruh nyuruh
+apa yang kita omongin di salah pahami
+kalau diberi penjelasan si " Mrs. Bossi" malah marah marah coba..??
tersayang ? BUKAN !!! Tapi guru yang ter-sebelin...
Hal hal yang sudah make me sebel :
+ selalu nyuruh nyuruh
+apa yang kita omongin di salah pahami
+kalau diberi penjelasan si " Mrs. Bossi" malah marah marah coba..??
SUMPAH INI GUR NYEBELIN BANGET !!!
Pokoknya kalian yang gk di ajar sama ini guru harus bersyukur BANGET deh ...!!!
First, caca lagi jalan jalan di BoTas sama Dela, trus kepengen bgt beli barang barangnya" Purezento" Trus akhirnya dari sekian banyak pilihan yag ada caca beli note Purezento yang kecil tanpa tau harus dipake buat apa. terus sebuah ide muncul di kepala Caca.
" Kenapa gk di buat catatan buat blog aja?"
Maksud nya,,, Caca kan gak setiap hari buka blog, jadi ide ide yang ada buat blog di tampung dulu ndeh di buku ini ...
Jadi mulai dari sekarang Caca gak perlu lupa lagi mau nulis apa di blog... hehehe...
Friday, March 11, 2011
The First is My Father
TADA...!!! Ini dia ayah caca TEDJA BIMANTARA hahaha...
beliau (?) lahir tanggal 28 nov 1971... lagi sama ade caca...
orang ini adalah orang yang berjasa di keluarga ku
kalo perlu apa apa pasti langsung dibeliin... tapi gak selalu juga si...
The Second is MY MOTHER
Orang ini lnilah yang udah susah payah ngelahirin caca...
DINI DIANAWATI
ibu caca lahir pas hari valentine yup,,, 14 feb 1972
mirip gak ? mirip gak? MIRIP LAH WONG CACA ANAKNYA...
WARNING: tapi jangan sekali kali buat dia marah ya !!! soalnya sereum banget...
akhirnya...
The Third is ME
JENG...JENG...JENG...
THIS ME... AZARIA CALISTA !!! caca lahir tanggal 27 agust 1997
cantik kan (?)
The Fourth is My Brother (1)
Ini namanya ARAFAH RADITYA RANGGA PUTRA yang lahir tanggal 23 oct 2002
lahir 5 tahun setelah caca lahir
anak nya jayus banget kalo ngasih tebak - tebak kan
co: kenapa orang muntah ??? karna orangnyan mual (?)
tapi anehnya orang yang denger malah ketawa (???)
The Fifth is My Sister
ini dia AMANDA KEISHA ASWADDHANI
ade yang paling nyebelin yang poernah caca punya ini lahir pas tanggal 29 juli 2009
lahir 8 tahun caca lahir lama ya ???!!!
keke (panggilannya) itu ade yang[paling berani sama kaka nya parah banget...
suka mukul, nenang, etc...
and the end MY BROTHER (2)
ini dia ade Caca yang terakhir namanya Adiemas Muhammad Arkan Zaffran...
ade kesayangan Caca... gaul kan ???
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Right next to De Niro but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, 560 State Street
Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruising down 8th Street, off white Lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai's
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Jigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Dude, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of brothers walking with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock
Afrika Bambaataa, home of the hip hop
Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back
For foreigners, it ain't, for they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in the naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got it Made"
If Jesus paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade
Three dice, Cee-lo, three card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the kingdom I'm from the Empire State that's
New York, hey, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties who slip through life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
And in the winter gets cold, En Vogue, wit'cha skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on the whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
So let's sing
Na, na na na na, hey, ya
Come on and sing
Na, na na na na, hey, ya
This is our song
That's all that matters
'Cause we all belong right here together
There's nothing better than singing along
This is our summer
This is our song
Come grab your guitar
Sit by the fire
'Cause we all need a song
When we're weary and tired
We'll sit here together
And sing it outloud
This is our song
That's all that matters
'Cause we all belong right here together
There's nothing better than singing along
This is our summer
And this is our song
This is our song
This is our song
This is our song
Come on and sing
Na, na na na na, hey, ya
Come on and sing
Na, na na na na, hey, ya
And come on and sing
Na, na na na na, hey, ya
Come on and sing
Na, na na na na, hey, ya
This is our song
That's all that matters
'Cause we all belong right here together
There's nothing better than singing along
This is our summer
(Our summer)
This is our song
That's all that matters
'Cause we all belong right here together
There's nothing better than singing along
This is our summer
This is our song
(This is our song)
This is our song
(This is our song)
This is our song
[Spoken]
Excuse me, can I please talk to you for a minute
Uh huh, sure, you know you look kinda familiar
Yeah, you do too but, hmm
I just wanted to know do you know
somebody named
you know his name
Oh, yeah definitely, I know his name
I just wanted to let you know, he's mine
Uh,no, no he's mine
[Sing]
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
I think it's time we got this straight
Let's sit and talk, face to face
There is no way you could mistake him, for your man
Are you insane
See I know that you may be
Just a bit jealous of me
Cause you're blind if you can't see
That his love is all in me
See I tried to hesitate
I didn't want to say, what he told me
He said, without me
He couldn't make it through the day
Ain't that a shame
And maybe you misunderstood
Cause I can't see how he could
Wanna take his time and that's all good
All of my love was all it took
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused (confused)
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
Must you do the things you do
Keep on acting like a fool
You need to know, it's me not you
And if you didn't know it, girl it's true
I think that you should realize
And try to understand, why
He is a part of my life
I know it's killing you inside
You can say what you wanna say
What we have, you can't take
From the truth, you can't escape
I can tell the real, from the fake
When will you get the picture
You're the past, I'm the future
Get away, it's my time to shine
If you didn't know, the boy is mine
You need to give it up
Had about enough (enough)
It's not hard to see (to see)
The boy is mine (the boy is mine)
I'm sorry that you (sorry that you)
Seem to be confused (seem to be confused)
He belongs to me (he belongs to me)
The boy is mine (the boy is mine)
You need to give it up (ooh)
Had about enough (had about enough)
It's not hard to see (hes mine hes mine hes mine hes mine)
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you (I'm so sorry)
Seem to be confused (you seem to be confused)
He belongs to me (he belongs to me)
The boy is mine
You can't destroy this love I've found
Your silly games, I won't allow
The boy is mine, without a doubt
You might as well throw in the towel
What makes you think that he wants you
When I'm the one that brought him to
This special place that's in my heart
Cause he was my love, right from the start
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine oohh
I'm sorry that you (I'm sorry that you)
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
Hello hello baby you called
I can’t hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you say? say?
Wha-wha-what did you say huh?
You’re breakin’ up on me
Sorry I cannot hear you
I’m kinda busy
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busySorry I cannot hear you I’m kinda busy
Just a second
It’s my favorite song they’re gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?
You shoulda made some plans with me
You knew that I was free
And now you won’t stop calling me
I’m kinda busy
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna think anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna talk anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
I’m busy e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Can call all you want but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
‘Cuz I’m out in the club
And I’m sippin that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Can call all you want but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
‘Cuz I’m out in the club
And I’m sippin that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Boy the way you blowin up my phone
Won’t make me leave no faster
Put my coat on faster
Leave my girls no faster
I shoulda left my phone at home
‘Cuz this is a disaster
Calling like a collector
Sorry, I can’t answer
Not that I don’t like you
I’m just at a party
And I am sick and tired of my phone baby, yeah
Sometimes I feel like I live in grand central station
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls
‘Cuz I’ll be dancin’
‘Cuz I’ll be dancin’
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna think anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna talk anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
I’m busy e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Can call all you want but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
‘Cuz I’m out in the club
And I’m sippin that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
My telephone
Ma ma ma telephone
‘Cuz I’m out in the club
And I’m sippin that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone..
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