Posted Date: : Jun 17, 2004 3:39 AM
Mamak worker: Kasi potong la. Tara
cantik la.
Saya Saya Saya : Kat mana boleh potong?
Mamak worker : Sana
Saya
Saya Saya : Kat Terengganu 3 ringgit jer. Malas aaa...
Mamak worker : Nanti
amoi tara suka.
Saya Saya Saya : F**k it!!!
This hair is not for amoi, motherf**kersonofab*tch!!! This will not going to be
rock!! This is a gore world, you see, you can't trust no one! Rapist, you got
no redemption, burn, burn, burn motherf**kers!!!! (Memijak-mijak perut
Mamak-worker sambil di udara berkumandang lagu "WTV" by Ministry)
-----
I think about the sound of my band. I'm serious about it. ("Mung
mana ada band doh!! Aku pun kena buang," - Ayeng) I think about my art.
I'm serious about it. I think about the movement of Hyperward in the
cyberspace. I'm serious about it. I don't ever think about you girl that always
keep my hating you every each hour. I'm serious about it. I think about my
ayahanda + ibunda that keep me alive. I'm serious about it. I think about the
beach we always use to hang out everytime I stuck upon your house. I'm serious
about it. Actually, I just don't care about my hair because I have no time to
cut it, to keep it safe and warm. And I'm serious about it. Itu semua di Kuala
Terengganu. No , never I hate it. I just hate the people. The same people that
Mang, Azu, Rizal, Himang, Nasir,... everyone I love hate it.
No comments:
Post a Comment