...we write poklen poems.
Here's to you.
Lepakz di tanggaz
chillin' aut in de sters
aint no one anywear nears
juz de two of kamiz
i swer ini bukan romantiz
ew, i is not gay kali ah. mama mu barangkali lah...
jan cematu eh.
eh suri bui, no openz
it okeh, we stil prenz
anewai, we so cool man. sit2 listen music
ya man, bang our hed til we get sic!
we listen to likin pak yo
shuffle2 lyk a pro
our bajus is spitpayer original
hadiah exam dari sir zainal
awu eh, we the very smat chicks
our buiprengz has very big dickz
yes, as big as kelupis auntie munah
no no, as big as auntie munah!
and dey're face very hencem
bukan mcm buiprenmu bau masem
yes, ur buipren stinkz!
why 2 me he owez winkz???
tonite we are go to mall wif dem
we will chil lepak2 minum kopi tiam
yes, we will smok on west street
opps, pleas dun tell mummy, daddy and amit!
alright, now we got 2 go
we got 2 c our fello hos
hope u lyk our kewl poem
if u don den just DIAM!
Inggris makin crap sejak ke UK.
Love,
Wan and Zat.
Everytime someone says this place is dead
My heart gets chipped in the corners
as it overflows with dread
It may be apparent, It may be true
But don't want to believe it
I refuse to accept the truth
Cos this blog represents the best thing in my life
it represents the relationship I have with my pals
So if this place is abandoned and left to rot
what does that say about us?
Do you want me to stop?
Distance destroys everything
Love fades because of it
but I thought we all could last
I thought we could reach the summit
So please don't say this blog is dead
even though it may be true
cos this is all I have right now
It's the only thing that links me to you
AKU EMO PASAL AKU NDA BEDUIT. Plus I think I sound gay XD
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