The Prestigious Call

Kabayan : Face the Feces Once a time, in the afternoon.. there was one guy with simple dress with crooked chest of course and sarong around his body... He went to bamboo forest, alone.... No Tone... or phone... just himself In his way, he nearly stepped on the black stinky solid-liquid He was curious about that stinky thinks that he nearly stepped on before. He looked at it closer and closer to make sure that he was right. "Hmmm...the form.... looked like chicken feces" He cried., And then He smelt it Then he said : "Hmmm,,, The smell.. like chicken feces" said he. "if i take a look at it, it little bit wet, but the texture outside is solid" He muttered. Then he touch lightly the chicken feces and take a small sample with his fingertips.. to taste it.. Then he taste it with his curious tongue, and with face of curiosity..he lick his fingertips like he taste the ice cream.. for god sake... it was disgusting.. "the taste... little bit bitter, little spi

Ant Clan By : Rafely Long time ago--there was a den; small one- but not like a pen; and there was lived a clan; clan of ant called- zen; they were not a good one, but insane; but one day, they on raid; the sin of thousand victims were paid ; the king turned into a maid; his very remarkably well respect, laid--; but someday in jail he decided he shared what his thought and divided; divided all warriors he abided; and by the power of unity, they reach their glory, indeed; because of his greed will that depleted; hihihi :v belajar bikin poem :v semoga saja bisa menghibur kawan kawan :D Have a good day Netizen :D

Despair Of Forgotten Guy God, How I love her? I love her, but I made she cried I just the dumb, idiot, irresponsible Stone-hearted guy that fall in love to The wise and beautiful girl What do you want? Her proud? Don’t make yourself laugh You can`t earn it Unless you change yourself Unless you understand who you are, and understand who she is Because love is a river with many fork, you can`t just washed away and follow the stripe. You need to think which fork you want to wash in. Hihihihi ^_^ i hope she visit my blog and then look at this poem :D,, and maybe she notice, how i love her.. more than i loving myself,,