Pasti diantara anda-anda sekalian pernah sekali saja naik angkot dalam hidup anda.. Kalau ditanya bagaimana cara nyetirnya, pasti semuanya sepakat,
GA ENAK..
Yang mengherankan rata2 supir angkot kalau nyetir emang ga enak, baik itu supirnya muda atau tua, rapi atau dekil, ngebut atau pelan, pasti nyetirnya ga enak..
Mereka nge-gas bisa bikin badan ikutan mundur, nge-rem nya juga bisa bikin badan ikutan maju (coba dibayangkan)..
Yang pasti, jaman sekarang naek angkot itu bikin mabok sama emosi jiwa raga.. huh!
Jadi pertanyaannya, apakah emang ada sekolah nyetir khusus supir angkot?
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
And in the end..
I guess this time i have to sing this song properly, not by jumping around, not by doing head banging, but by tear the words apart..
World turns black and white
Pictures in an empty room
Your love starts fallin down
Better change your tune
Reach for the golden ring
Reach for the sky
Baby just spread your wings
Well get higher and higher straight up well climb
Well get higher and higher leave it all behind
Run, run, run, away
Like a train runnin off the track
The truth gets left behind
And falls between the cracks
Standing on broken dreams
But never losing sight
Spread your wings
So baby dry your eyes, save all the tears you've cried
Ohh thats what dreams are made of
Oh baby we belong in a world that must be strong
Ohh thats what dreams are made of
Higher and higher who knows what we'll find
And in the end on dreams we will depend
Cause thats what love is made of
World turns black and white
Pictures in an empty room
Your love starts fallin down
Better change your tune
Reach for the golden ring
Reach for the sky
Baby just spread your wings
Well get higher and higher straight up well climb
Well get higher and higher leave it all behind
Run, run, run, away
Like a train runnin off the track
The truth gets left behind
And falls between the cracks
Standing on broken dreams
But never losing sight
Spread your wings
So baby dry your eyes, save all the tears you've cried
Ohh thats what dreams are made of
Oh baby we belong in a world that must be strong
Ohh thats what dreams are made of
Higher and higher who knows what we'll find
And in the end on dreams we will depend
Cause thats what love is made of
Monday, August 25, 2008
Stoma
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