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who is the vampire?

 

 

No Vacancy- Breathe California

Tonight I find out
Just what you are all about
I'm the one that's come looking for you
I got the bottle baby, baby, baby...
It's all for you
Showed up to the room
About 3 or 4 ladies runnin,
Runnin right out the door

We came here to party like it's goin out (x2)

Well do this the whole night
This could be what we needed
We can do what we want to
A single melody to give this meaning
This memory is making moves

We came here to party like it's goin out... of style (x3)

I'm ready to go
I got the bacardi
We got the bottle topped
Who's ready for more?
Let's start this party
We got everything you're looking for

We came to the party like it's goin out (x3)

We'll do this the whole night
This could be what we needed
We can do what we want to
A single melody to give this meaning
This memory is making moves (x2)

I see you staring my way
It's driving me crazy

Monday's Revelation

Setelah kegagalan saya ngukus Brokusju semalam. Saya memutuskan gantung loyang sementara waktu.

Huh.

Mau mengambil level lanjutan pudding aja. Hihi.

 

ps.

- ternyata saya beneran sebel ama bagian mengayak tepung. menurut saya, seperti tindakan ga penting, menunggu semua butiran tepung habis diayak.

Mending kalo terus ada berlian atau butiran emas ketinggalan. Lhah ini semua nyemplung ke adonan kok. Kenapa sih ga langsung dicemplungin aja? Heran. Bikin pegel aje.hehe.

- brokusju semalam resmi berubah nama jadi Bobanban, Bolu bantet banget.nyaaaaaaaaaaaah. #apakah ini curse dari si lulu?

 

Buat dek Tya

のTyaー消しない光のだ。
Numpang di kelas 63: Ajariiiiin bikinnyaaaa
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Gampaaang
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: 250 gr Tepung ketan item, 8btr telor,200gr gula pasir, 1 sdt baking powder,gr, vanili
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Kocok gula ama telur sampai kental dan kuning pucat *hi speed*
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Meanwhile, ayak vanili, tepung ketan ama garam
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Eh iya lupa, ada minyak gr 125ml *klo aku 100ml minyak gr, 25ml mentega yg diencerin*
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Kan lupa lagi, panasin kukusan / oven, siapkan loyang, oles minyak gr /mentega, alasi kertas roti, tp aku ga punya kertas roti, jd hajar aja
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Terus, ngupil deh
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Hehehhe
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Ga deng
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Abis itu, di adonan telur yg ud kuning pucet bgt kaya org belum makan, masukin gantian tepung ayak dan minyak goreng,aduk balik ampe rata.
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Icipin
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Dikit aja, ntr mcr
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: kalo kurang manis, bisa tambahin sedikit susu kental manis,
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Aduk rata
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Tuang ke loyang.
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: MaSukkin loyang ke oven / dandang kukusan, yah pake feeling aja
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: 30mnt kalo aku sih
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Buat ngetest, tusuk pake lidi or tusuk gigi *inget, yang baru!*, kalo ud ga ada yg lengket di lidi, berarti ud mateng
*ID* el'zedhityasmi: Yay! You're own ketan hitam cake!

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Hungover - Kesha

And now the sun is rising
Now the long walk back home (back home)
There's just so many faces,
But no one i need to know (need to know)

In the dark I can't fight it, I fake til I'm numb
But in the bright light,
I taste you on my tongue

Now the party's over
and every bodys gone
I'm left here with myself and i wonder what went wrong
And now my heart is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hung over you?
ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Or am I just hungover?

Even my dirty laundry
Everything just smells like you (like you)
And now my head is throbbing
Every song is out of tune
Just like you

In the dark I can't fight til it disapears
But in the daylight
I taste you in my tears

And now the party's over,
and every bodys gone
I'm left here with myself and i wonder what went wrong
And now my heart is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hung over you?
ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Or am I just hungover?

Now iv'e got myself looking like a mess
Standing alone trying to pretend but no,
I put up my fight
But this is it this time (time)
Cus i'm here in the end, tryin to pretend
i'm here in the end, tryin to pretend
oh, ohhh

And now the party's over,
and every bodys gone
I'm left here with myself and i wonder what went wrong
And now my heart is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hung over you?
ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Or am I just hungover?
x2

Ah ah ah
Or am I just hungover?

I' d say FUCK! FUCK! and FUCK!
To your freakin face and I wont ever regret it.

Because your rotten breath deserve nothing good in this world.

EAT THAT! FUCK FACE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

--
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today.
It's already tomorrow in Australia ."
(Charles Schultz)

Thought of the week :

 

-          Addicted to 3 songs  :

Better in time (Leona Lewis &  Boyce Avenue cover version), Hungover (Ke$ha, but I like Audrey & Gamaliel cover version better), Only Exception (Paramore & Lea Michele Cover Version, uum, I like both equally).  Tapi yang paling sering gue ulang-ulang ga berhenti itu Hungover-versi Audrey & Gamal. Its so touché. Haha.

 

-          I cannot concentrate at the office for specific. I worked like a zombie or a machine without any memory. I do my things, but in 15 minutes, I can't remember what the hell I did before. Shitte. It is sucks. Because every time my bosses ask me about the job, all I did just staring at him with a blank dork face. Trying so hard to push my brain recalling the memory until its hurts. I don't like being stupid. Or lost.

-          I am feeling in between. It is not that I am having that kind of bipolar mood disorder. But it does, sometimes I snapped at once on people but on the next moment I can laugh at the person reaction by my act. Right now, I tend to do something with rules, so I don't have to think, because I can't think. It's so frustrating, when I cannot recall information's that being held on the back of my head. I know I have the knowledges, but I can't recall it. It makes the situation double sucks.

So, that's one of the reasons why I'm developing my cooking hobby. I try to control my anxieties.

The recipe has the rules. And it is easy to be followed. I can do it in autopilot. I don't have to feel or think. Furthermore, it pleased people. It pleased the others.  I can gain my confidence by the appraisal I got from the baking.

Sigh.I need to do something with this. I have to. It's not right.