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Miniature Baseball Bat with Spikes (read as: DILDO)

Posted by Madame Qikas on December 13, 2007

Salah satu kebodohan BB aka Paiste aka Lauri ialah…

Ini…

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Silahken klik file untuk memperbesar….

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Munafik

Posted by Madame Qikas on December 8, 2007

Cherish the moment

Cherish the moment… Cherish…

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It’s only 24 hours

Posted by Madame Qikas on December 8, 2007

 

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Image is courtesy of tjmagi at DA

Before reading:

This is a non-fictive letter. Paiste really is exist, and it means as ‘Light’ in Suomi. Like another letter; “A Letter for My Sunflower”, this is just another unspeakable words that keep on bothering me, which, if I have enough courage, will be sent to the person.

Paiste, also known as BB, is going back to his country at 22nd December 2007.

Thus, Auringon is mourning silently. 😥

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Feel the Love

Posted by Madame Qikas on October 3, 2007

When you feel love
Oh baby, when you feel love
You’ll see everything not the way you used to see
You’ll feel everything not the way you used to feel

When you feel love
Oh baby, when you feel love
Something beautiful make you shed a tear of happiness
Something painful make you cry a river

When you feel love
Oh baby, when you feel love
You’ll laugh over something silly
and you should let yourself laughing of your foolishness
For feeling the love

Turn the volume up on the song
Sway, let your body move
Cause you feel the love
Oh baby, yes, feel the love

And baby, don’t forget the main ingredients
It’s a u and a me, mix it up in a dance
And sway, baby, sway
It’s a must, when you feel the love

Oh, and put the foolish grin
there you go, there you go
Feel the love, sway, dance, grin
Bite your lower lip softly
When you feel the love

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