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Thursday, October 28, 2004

..:[ worried ]:..

smlm bi kate nak gi KL ngan member dia, adik. sampai skang xde kabo berita. pg td dia miskol je skali. kol dia xdapat... caner ek....

risau nye...

4 Comments:

ladywada comment...: itu la pasal.. hanye kite org pompuan yg leh paham..; 2:24 PM, October 29, 2004
Empty Dead Soul comment...: Woit... Kiter laki pon bleh paham la. Pompuan pon kadang2 buat derk gak kalo laki amik berat kat dia. Jangan la diskriminasi sangat. Same jer laki ke pompuan sekarang. Dua2 ada baik buruknyer... Isk isk isk... Huhuhu... Selamat berpuasa...; 8:47 AM, October 30, 2004
ladywada comment...: huhu... jgn le maroh cik ludi..
tp betol ape. laki mmg pikir dia da cukup taking care kat pompuan. tp pompuan nye taking care lagi xde tolak bandingan tau.. tu yg laki kadang2 rase bosan, kena kongkong la ape la..
xde la ckp laki xreti taking care langsung. jgn le salah faham.
selamat berpuase to u too; 2:15 PM, November 01, 2004
Empty Dead Soul comment...: Eheh... manede marah... Orang explain jer... Huhuhu...; 10:17 AM, November 02, 2004

the girl in baju kurung

This is the story of a girl. Who cried a river and drowned the whole world. And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her.. when she smiles.. How many days in the year she woke up with hope. But she only found tears. And I can be so insincere. Making her promises never for real. As long as she stands there waiting. Wearing the holes in soles of her shoes. How many days disapear. You look in the mirror so how do you choose. And your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way. You never seem to run out of things to say. How many lovers would stay. Just to put up with this shit day after day. How do we wind up this way. Watchin' the mouths for the words I would say. As long as we stand here waiting. Wearing the clothes of the soles I would chose. How do we get there today. If we're walkin' to far from the price of the shoes.. When she smiles.....

..: mY bUTt :..