tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147421186645956237.post9127403026521569765..comments2023-06-13T21:29:58.003+07:00Comments on Giddy up!: I'm ready to cut.. no.. I am not.goolypophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07724941869992552754noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147421186645956237.post-50454746490309250202009-07-22T23:31:38.566+07:002009-07-22T23:31:38.566+07:00claire! Apa nafsu???? Nafas laa!
Apa poem? That o...claire! Apa nafsu???? Nafas laa!<br /><br />Apa poem? That one? Khalil Gibran maa.. I got say ma.. Not i write one..*scratch head*goolypophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07724941869992552754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147421186645956237.post-32411915427390138722009-07-22T21:30:11.433+07:002009-07-22T21:30:11.433+07:00i m in my late 40s (cham moe)... till today, i m s...i m in my late 40s (cham moe)... till today, i m still wearing the invisible apron.. mana boleh cut? as GG said, sampai nafsu terakhir first.. <br /><br />psst.. goolymama, between u and me, u wrote that poem? really u wrote it?Reanaclairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01716477622054835019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147421186645956237.post-90405161304005439352009-07-22T18:15:06.455+07:002009-07-22T18:15:06.455+07:00GG
Go karaoke, eat satay
I wan to learn ballet
a...GG<br /><br />Go karaoke, eat satay<br />I wan to learn ballet <br />and play ukelele<br /><br />Sekian.goolypophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07724941869992552754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147421186645956237.post-34985853221378872972009-07-22T13:56:34.006+07:002009-07-22T13:56:34.006+07:00NA.. this poem jau high class tit tit lak. hok yeh...NA.. this poem jau high class tit tit lak. hok yeh laa!! <br /><br />i believe one thing about being a mom, the apron strings will always be there till our last breath. whether they r good or bad or happy or sad or young or old or lengjai or yeongsuisui. so, throw the golden scissors away... <br /><br />... and let's go karaoke. (eh, it rhymes!)tasyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04175239590280951628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147421186645956237.post-58115843189366446532009-07-22T12:37:25.204+07:002009-07-22T12:37:25.204+07:00*in straight jacket*
u make it sound like we are...*in straight jacket* <br /><br />u make it sound like we are in Hogsworth.. where ears and legs can be left here and thee.<br /><br />me likey.goolypophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07724941869992552754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147421186645956237.post-66276714323626356502009-07-22T11:58:37.448+07:002009-07-22T11:58:37.448+07:00your mother did well.
bet she didn't worry as ...your mother did well.<br />bet she didn't worry as much as you do. (but who knows, maybe in her own ways she did, like making sure you ate well, and and.. all those worries that moms our time normally worry about). <br />and you turn out good. in fact way too good.<br />so, don't worry too much.<br />nature will run its course.<br />as long as you are not putting your child in a box and feeding him through holes. he'll turn out psychologically balanced like you (hyiak hyaik hyak. couldn't resist that).. says the purple blob now taking form, from the messy juice from your pail.<br /><br />and thanks for collecting every blob. it'll be hard to do without a leg or a ear.mistipurplehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02483567261600728148noreply@blogger.com