Archive for September, 2005

lampu merah

Friday, September 30th, 2005

Gua benci sama polisi di bandung!!!!

Tadi sore sekitar jam 7-an gua pergi naek motor ama nyokap…

Dari rumah, gua bertujuan ke arah pasirkaliki dari kalipah apo

Pas di per4an kebon jati-gardujati-pasirkaliki ada motor yagn nyetir perempuan dari arah kebon jati mau nerobos lampu merah dengan ragu-ragu, nah pas waktu itu pas gua juga mo lewat karena lampu masih hijau dan si perempuan itu harusnya berhenti, malah dia pelan2 mo nerobos, ya udah gua klaksonin biar dia ga nerobos lampu merah…eh taunya malah dia nekad nerobos lampu merah sebelom gua lewat di depan dia…tau-tau ada mobil pick up dari arah pasirkaliki lumayan kenceng nabrak tuh motor..bump…tabrakan tuh motor ama pickup…gua denger banget tuh perempuan teriak pas mo tabrakannya soalnya dia ada di belakang gua…Gua kesel banget tuh abis itu…jelas2 di perempatan itu ada pos polisi dan pas kejadian itu tuh ada polisi…Begonya lagih tuh perempuan kq bisa2nya nerobos lampu merah…!!!

Bukan itu ajah, pulang dari arah pasirkaliki, gua ngeliat ada polisi di sebelah gua dan di belakang gua, pas di perempatan cibadak-astana anyar ada mobil yang jelas2 nerobos lampu merah, bisa jadi 2 mobil, tapi dasar polisi g*&@#k!!!Ga bisa ngapa2in!!Orang kayak gitu tuh harusnya ditangkep!!!kasih tau bisa mati dan bias bikin oranglaen mati!!!dua2nya g*&@#k mo yang ngelanggar lampu merah mo polisinya sama2 bego!!!

Walopun sebenernya gua kasian ama perempuan yang ditabrak itu tapi gua juga pengen ngamuk!!bego banget sih!!emang ada orang yang ga ngerti lampu merah artinya apa?!?!

Script Merchant of Venice

Saturday, September 3rd, 2005

PORTIA
You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand,
Such as I am: though for myself alone
I would not be ambitious in my wish,
To wish myself much better; yet, for you
I would be trebled twenty times myself;
A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich;
That only to stand high in your account,
I might in virtue, beauties, livings, friends,
Exceed account; but the full sum of me
Is sum of something, which, to term in gross,
Is an unlesson’d girl, unschool’d, unpractised;
Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she may learn; happier than this,
She is not bred so dull but she can learn;
Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit
Commits itself to yours to be directed,
As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Myself and what is mine to you and yours
Is now converted: but now I was the lord
Of this fair mansion, master of my servants,
Queen o’er myself: and even now, but now,
This house, these servants and this same myself
Are yours, my lord: I give them with this ring;
Which when you part from, lose, or give away,
Let it presage the ruin of your love
And be my vantage to exclaim on you.

BASSANIO
Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins;
And there is such confusion in my powers,
As after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude;
Where every something, being blent together,
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy,
Express’d and not express’d. But when this ring
Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence:
O, then be bold to say Bassanio’s dead!

:: huh…such a very beautiful words… ::