They all looked around. Just in the middle of nowhere,” berkata bill. Bill searched in his pockets. Hey! My mini meddle fan! He took it out of his pockets and attached it to… the ground. Teehee! I so got you!” berkata the penulis of this really weird book. “You should of seen the look on your face!” Back to the story. Bill turned the peminat on. What are anda doing?” asked Death. “I’m going to blow us out of here” Bill continued. If I add 3+4, from my calculations, that would equal… 9. Oh I get it. At 9-o-clock we can’t four-get to blow us 3 out of here,” answered Ted. Exactly!” exclaimed Bill. Wait what?” questioned Death. It will work perfectly!” berkata Bill & Ted. It was exactly 9-o-clock. Bill turned the peminat on, but, the peminat was all ready on! And the battery power was out. Bill why did anda leave the peminat on?” asked Ted in an angry voice. Suddenly the bushes rattled. What was that,” asked Bill frightened. A girl walked out of the bushes. Like why are screaming like so loud,” berkata the Girl. OMG like who is that guy like wearing that weird hud, hood on his head with white skin?” asked the girl. Weirdos,” she mumbled to her self. How did anda get here?” asked Ted. This guy named Sucky Sam pretended to be really hot, and than he like became my boy friend and brought me here and he turned into a monster and tried to kill me!” exclaimed the girl. How did anda get away?” asked Ted.” I don’t know he just berkata he has a bigger problem.” That was us,” berkata Bill & Ted.
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my hati, tengah-tengah is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look ke hadapan to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my hati, tengah-tengah is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look ke hadapan to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.