Tugas Numpuk

Oke . Inti nya gue setres kebanyakan tugas !! tiap tiap guru mata pelajaran ngasih tugas macemmacem. ada yang nyuruh ngprint lah ngetik lah motocopi lah. aggghh !! kalo ga inget ini buat masa depan mungkin aku udah gundulin kepala *okeyginijgndianggapserius.

jujur aja dari semua tugas yg enjoy gue ngerjainnya cuma blog ini. ya karena cuma dibidang ini keahlian gue muahaha. parah nya lagi disaatsaat banyak tugas gini charge netbook gue rusak. damn it !! kenapa elu rusaknya disaat penting sini sih :"(.

Gue bingung setres gila mikirin gimana ngerjain tugas numpuk gini tanpa anak gue *baca: netbook. dan akhirnya gue dapet pencerahan. kan banyak tuh tementemen yang suka datang kerumah numpang wifi_an. yauda gue suruh aja bawa netbook mereka, itungitung gantian ngasih jasa lah. mereka senang make wifi gue, gue seneng make netbook mereka o:).

Jangan tanya, tentu aja gue ngetik coretan ini di netbook temen dan disaatsaat labil dalam hidup gue ini, alhamdulillah ortu ku sayang dan temanteman memberi semangat and keep support. love you all muaaaaah. Oh iya, sambil ngerjain tugas biasa nya gue sambil dengerin lagu biar gak setres banget. salah satu nya lagu pumped up kicks versi nya Fatin Shiqdia Lubis peserta X Faxtor 2013.

ini lirik dari penyanyi asli nya . gatau siapa nama bandnya, lupa ! foster the people deh kalo gak salah


Robert's got a quick hand.He'll look around the room,he wont tell you his plan.He's got a rolled cigarettehanging out his mouth.He's a cowboy kid.

Yeah! He found a six-shooter gunin his dad's closet, with the box of fun things.I don't even know what,but he's coming for you. Yeah, He's coming for you!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, outrun my gun.All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, outrun my gun.All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.He be coming home late, and he's coming home late.And he's bringing me a surprise.'cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time.Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger.I reason with my cigarette,Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah?"

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, outrun my gun.All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, outrun my gun.All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

(Run, Run, Run, Run. Run, Run.R-Run, Run, Run.R-Run.R-Run, Run, Run.R-Run.Run, Run.Run, Run.Run, Run, Run.)

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, outrun my gun.All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, outrun my gun.All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, outrun my gun.All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, outrun my gun.All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.