Puteri dua berbaju serong
Puteri dua bersanggol sendeng
Puteri dua bersubang gading
Puteri dua berselendang kuning
Umbok mayang diumbok
Umbok dengan jala jemala
Nok ulek mayang diulek
Ulek dengan puterinya empat
say smtg random..let me see….
hayati aka stooge stinks!
not that i want to anyways!
sheeesshh!! fickle minded stooge!!
hey hey…its not abt hospitality..its abt fatality. get that right!!
only thing psychic abt her is that she probably saw me saying shes a shorty rani wanabe one day..and that day is today.
mess with the best, die like the rest.
oh btw…thanks for going. and close the door when u step out. thanks.
definitely, without a doubt, 100%, absolutely sure!
then what?
a shorty smelly stinky rani wanabe? ok..thats much better actually!
who says it is?
with or without u r still a dead meat. its just the smell of yr deadness that im differentiating on
i suggest u start, cos seriously..the stink that u 3 stooges brought in here is just unbearable!!
yes rani…stop taking all the stupid online test
we already know what u are. a shorty rani wanabe.
Haylie(hayati):yea but thats what life's all about…. people come and go in your life…nothing's really eternal in this. we just take it as it comes, and keep going.
thanks for going stooge!!
and with it u're a dead 'stinking-coffee-smelling' meat!
then i suggest u start crawling!
cos its one thing having rubbish all around…but its another thing having 3 stooges w rubbish!!
i see yummmeni…
i see coffee…
i see constipated coffee-drinking-yummmeniii
three stooges back with their rubbish talk?
take a hike and just go for a walk
What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.
For What I’ve Done
I'll start again,
And whatever pain may come.
Today this ends,
I’m forgiving what I’ve done.
brings colour or turns people blind?
it was a 'little' too big?? its freaking huge boogedy!! i can probably see it from the moon!!
My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touch the clean to the waste
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
Cause low man is due