CINTA

Dan jangan mengira kaudapat mengarahkan jalannya Cinta, sebab cinta, pabila dia menilaimu memang pantas, mengarahkan jalanmu. (Khalil Gibran)

CONTENT EDITING - SUNTINGAN KANDUNGAN

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It is hereby to be notified that this blog is undergoing some content editing for 48 hours time begining as per publishing this post.

Warm regard,
Mahadewaratna_Sari


Adalah dengan ini dimaklumkan bahawa blog ini sedang dalam kerja suntingan kandungan yang berlangsung selama 48 jam dari tajuk ini dikeluarkan.

Yang benar,
Mahadewaratna_Sari

Khas Buat PhiLoColy

1. You have to point out 5 romantic movies that you would love to share with your loved ones. 2. It doesn't have to be in order... as long as you love the movie, it will be fine.
3. You have to tag another 5 person to answer this tag.

Ni all time fav. Aweknye mati. best

ni cite sedih antare nurse kampung dan suami yang lumpuh


cinte orang yang hilang ingatan


cinte yang dipertemukan oleh surat dalam botol


antara dua darjat, lagu dalam ni best. E.g Getaran Jiwa


MIKEL YAU, THINKAHOLIC, HURRY ADAM, SUE ASTRINA DAN LILO TOMATO
ACARA WAJIB HUKUMNYE NIH. SILE TAG

SIA-SIA - Chairil Anwar (1943)

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Penghabisan kali itu kau datang
membawa karangan kembang
Mawar merah dan melati putih:
darah dan suci
Kau tebarkan depanku
serta pandang jang memastikan: Untukmu.

Sudah itu kita sama termangu
Saling bertanja: Apakah ini?
Tjinta? Keduanja tak mengerti.

Sehari itu kita bersama. Tak hampir-menghampiri.

Ah! hatiku jang tak mau memberi
Mampus kau dikojak-kojak sepi.




IN VAIN

The last time you came
You brought flowers,
Red roses, white jasmine,
Blood and holiness,
And spread them in front of me
With a wondering look: for you.

We were stunned
And asked each other: what's this?
Love? Niether of us understood.

That day we were together.
Wedid not touch.

But oh my heart will not give itself
Break, you bastard, ripped by your loneliness!

Naive

agak susahla nak cakap ngan orang naif ni. ape kite cakap sume nak caye. bukanye nak bodohkan, tapi dah syok sangat... ape nak buat? aku penah cakap dlu kat kawan ku laki ni kalo jujur ngan kehendaknye jadi huru hara lah dunia ni. cube bagitau aku laki mane yang x menipu? ade? angkat tangan sket. yang gay ngaku stret. cinte dijadikan alasan nak dapatkan sex. yelah, dapat ke kalo laki kate kat pempuan "aku nak fak kau"? mestilah x kan?. kurang-kurang kenela blanje nasik lemak ke, minum tea ke apeke apeke. watever it is, yang penting the method used must meet its end.

perlu diingat, dalam kamus omputeh virgin tu maksudnye xperna sekalipon kulitnye disentuh selain dari keluargenye sendiri. so kalo da gesel2 tu ku kire x virgin la senang. ape nak kesahkan. mane ade virgin yang ku penah kenal pon.

ikutkan buku, laki pemburu tapi pempuan bukan bahan buruan. yang diburu mesti kemudian disembahkan pade pempuan untuk dijage dan dari penjagaan sempurna pempuan akan dapat lebih banyak bahan untuk dijage dan laki lak dapat keyang dan sayang. haa.. tak ke pempuan lagi mulia tu. yang bangangye skang nih pempuan dah jatuh dlam kategori bahan buruan. ye kami laki pahamlah yang pempuan ni ade kuase memilih (quality control) tapi kalo dah amik mat dadah aka rempit sapdahah tu quality control ape tu? tu namoeh men sodok yo tu.

dan kebanyakan pempuan yang ku kenal mase sekolah dulu jenis ronggeng2, tudung singkat, kutu rayau, mulut campantat, dan manjang ade je kes kat sekolah dah pun selamat melahirkan anak at least sorang tak kire la kawin ke tak. dan mane hebatnye mase kat sekolah dlu? xkan sumetu korang buat sebab nak bunting je kot kah kah kah!! bangang. tu blom kire yang bunuh diri.

I'm not saying it was your fault
Although you could have done more
Oh, you're so naive yet so
How could this be done?

Your such a smiling sweetheart
Oh, and your sweet and pretty face
In such an ugly way
Something so beautiful
That every time I look inside

I know that she knows
That I'm not fond of asking
True or false it may be
She's still out to get me

Dont let me down
Hold on to your kite la bro

SURAT DARI GARRETT KEPADA CATHERINE

My Darling Catherine,

Where are you? And why, I wonder as I sit alone in a darkened house, have we been forced apart?

I don’t know the answer to these questions, no matter how hard I try to understand. The reason is plain, but my mind forces me to dismiss it and I am torn by anxiety in all my waking hours. I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I long for you to show me how to live again.

I try to remember the way we once were, on the breezy deck of Happenstance. Do you recall how we worked on her together? We became a part of the ocean as we rebuilt her, for we both knew it was the ocean that brought us together. It was time like those that I understood the meaning of true happiness. At night, we sailed on blackened water and I watched as the moonlight reflected your beauty. I would watch you with awe and know in my heart that we’d be together forever. Is it always that way, I wonder, when two people are in love? I don’t know, but if my life since you were taken from me is any indication, then I think I know the answers. From now on I know I will be alone.

I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn’t enough. It will never be enough, this I know, yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make feel good inside.

Is it possible that you know how I feel without you? When I dream, I like to think you do. Before we came together, I moved through life without meaning, without reason. I know that somehow, every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step toward finding you. We were destined to be together.

But now, alone in my house, I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless him, and I find myself wandering why – out of all the people in the world I could ever have loved –I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.

Garrett

BATTLE MOVE TO VIRTUASPHERE (rumble of integrity, deception, and charisma)

When there isn’t enough space on the street, people start to look for a new space to rumble and put their fist in form of keystrokes. Multiple entry in blog were also being used in this so-called battle of the alien. Unfortunately, one never hit the other virtually. The battle was like fighting one's own shadow. From a viewpoint of someone who has bored of being simultaneously beaten for the sake of reasoning, this is what to be referred as massive pointblank attact. It wont hit, bull’s-eye was not the main intention. A mere reflection of punching straight to the air.

Then the question of integrity, deception and charisma arouse beginning at a point where it should in the first place be taken as principles. However, not one has the guts to ask as reasoning has been kept a very long time in box full of "?". Those degenerated mark eventually tooks the 'why' and 'huh' to fight alongside resentment that wrapped beautifully in a desirable urge for correction.

There is absolutely no valid saying about taking in for a wait-and-see procedure. Apparently, both sides are now singing the war anthem and geared up for the upcoming blindfolded battle. Thus, from a bystander seat, they can only hope this battle to begin soon so they can choose which side to be with. Until it reaches the end, the decision whether to be with winner for power or looser for politic is still a big question mark. Similar to masturbation, it started with significant apparatus, movies, pictures, sounds and rubbing skills but when one jizzes up, everything that helps just don’t make sense anymore.

MAMA, SORRY SALAH PARKING

SEREMBAN-16 Feb 1.00pm waktu Seremban-KL, di sebuah pekan kecil bernama Ampangan terdapat seorang kanak-kanak telah dikatakan mencuri kereta mamanya dan tersalah parking ke dalam sungai ketika cuba memulangkanya. Kejadian ini berlaku sekitar lewat pagi di hiliran Sungai Landak yang berada betul-betul di belakang Teknik Ampangan.

Tiada pihak berkuasa mahupun ahli politik hadir untuk mengulas, cuma seorang pejalan kaki yang memberitahu insiden ini sambil menambah "tak mengapa, budak tu perlu minta maaf dari mamanya dan biarkan kereta itu hanyut bersama sampah-sampah yang lain".

Hanya seorang wartawan sahaja yang berada di sini ketika gambar ini di ambil. Penduduk tempatan sudah terbiasa dengan keadaan begini ujar En. Kasim yang minum kopi di Restoran Tobing bersebelahan jambatan itu. "Restoran ini cuma sejengkal dari sungai dan pelangganya ramai tetapi tiada siapa pun yang akan peduli pun jika ada dinosor di dalam sungai itu" tambah beliau.

Di sebelah petangnya pula hujan turun dengan lebat sekali. Air sungai naik mendadak dan menghanyutkan kereta jenis perodua kelisa ini sejauh 100meter dari tempat parkingya tadi. Penduduk disini juga mengharapkan supaya hujan turun lebih kerap untuk kereta itu dihanyutkan lebih jauh supaya tidak menyekat aliran sampah yang bakal mereka buangkan ke sungai indah nan bersih itu.

MDRS. untuk serembankl

Dengarlah.. kejap je

I dedicate this song to her.. In memories of the great love we had. Fun, carefree and inspiring kind of love.. Hmm..

1 thing
2 do
3 words
4 you
I love you

PERSONAL SECURITY AND MONITORING

Some info on blogging, last night I watched Rachel Ray on blogging topic and here are some tips for online security and monitoring.

1. the internet has been with us for about 10 years now. So, don’t be surprise if some company leaves your resume untouched and just Google your name. Trust me, everything is 'googleable' nowadays. The problem is do you know your online record? Do you know what happed to your name, address, or even your phone number on the internet? Well, if you don’t I think it is time for you to take some action. You see, Google have a service called 'Google alert' whereby you can key in specific search item that you want to monitor e.g. your name and phone number. after that Google Alert will be your automatic search slave of which then send search result to your Gmail account once a week, twice a week or even as it happen. A solution that is free, automatic and easy. Just a click away and done. Google will inform you as your name/phone number appear on any website in real time.

2. Ok, now that you know somehow someone will Google you and you don’t want to be known for your bad behavior, please do remove those nasty part in your blog. But what if someone wrote something nasty about you and took your picture to make it as if you are the one who wrote it? Well, ever heard of disclaimers and website rule? You can put it on your blog too. The purpose of using it is to press charge on online misconduct. But what if you don’t know the writer? Hmm... it wouldn’t be hard to know them. Nonetheless if you are too busy to bother about this techy thingy you can just subscribe to reputationdefender.com for usd10. They will do the work. But please, for security reason, use nick name.

3. Anonimousity is a big problem for me because I don’t know how to react to anonymous contact e.g. comments. But from what I have learned, most of the comment or review from anonymous person was meant for themselves. The reason is simple, if they don’t put their name it must be because they don’t want to be responsible for their word. Of cause, those anonymous would sound like this "hate u" or "fak u" or "this is crap" and the list go on, you know what I mean. One way to have not-anonymous is to make it mandatory for them to leave their name. On blogger, they even have multiple accounts so they can sign in just to verify valid identity. Therefore if someone hates me I can hate them back. Easy isn't it?

That is all I can remember of right now. Happy killing. daa

Leyli and Majnun

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Below are the adapted version of Leyli's word to Majnun in commemoration of the tribute himself made toward undying failed love.

The future is veiled from our eyes. The threads of each man's fate extend well beyond the boundaries of the visible world. Where they lead, we cannot see. Who can say that today's key will not be tomorrow's lock, or today's lock not tomorrow's key? Time passes, but true love remains. The life of this world is, for the most part, nothing but a succession of illusions and deceptions. But true love is real, and the flames which fuel it, burns forever, without beginning or end.

Every breeze that blows
brings your scent to me;

Every bird that sings
calls out your name to me;

Every dream that appears
brings your face to me;

Every glance at your face
has left its trace with me.

I am yours, I am yours,
whether near or far;

Your grief is mine, all mine,
wherever you are.

Nizami's adapted by Colin Turner 1970, London
"Cinta yang suci dan cinta yang agung ialah cinta yang gagal". isham rais

Adeeba and her Bunkface

Fetching Adeeba yesterday was an eye opener about how fast can kids learns catchy song on the radio.

I parked just in front of the PASti gate, open my window a bit just to hear what happen inside the Islamic kindergarten. Didn't hear much, the usual thingy about god and being obedient child was filling the paroi soundscape in form of shouting. They qued up, sang rhythmic god names and say goodbye to their teachers.

Adeeba opened the door on herself but I have to close it back. So, I just reach my hands and pull it inward.

Stepped on the clutch, first gear, and drove by Merak Boulevard in silent mode.

"Adeeba how was your day?" "Made any new friend?" "Do you have homework?"

Not like every kids, she sat exactly at the corner of the left side door. She sat stiff on the end tip of the seat starring at me. Her left ear touches the dashboard when I step on the break pedal.

In silent. In almost crying state. Not cute. This is the moment where I am pretty sure to turn on the radio.

they were playing a new song that day, I pumped up the volume while looking at deeba still staring at me but then she turn her back on me and took off her hijab.

She sang, but I can’t took my eyes off the road...

it was bunkface, first time I heard it with my lil sis singing along the tunes.

Sensitivity

i can't watch tv coz i hate to watch myself on action.

so, i turn on the radio but some song is mocking me.

when i read, i am antagonist.

now i have the perfect excuse to fall asleep

-tension-

i am being sensitive.

yes, this ignorant has turn himself into a sensitive brat


hmm..

SEEKING CLARITY IN THE MIST OF ALIENATION

The past few days have been challenging for me and my friends. Mostly because of unclarified misunderstanding and severe paranoid caused by secrecy.

Eventually, it sparks self-alienation which then turns into internal political conflict. Having to see all character is now playing small particle in this drama is rather uneasy for some. But on the other hand, to take it less serious, every conflict is for betterment I say.

But how can it be better if we keep on playing same old drama over and over again?

On my personal viewpoint, I like to see this matter as if it is a drama. On every unsolved drama, there will always be a sequel or at least another recurring episode. Therefore, when we try to understand what really happen in this so-called alienation, we might want to look at what have we done with our past conflict.

Easy on this, we let it past us by like nothing happened. "Don’t bother, the matter is done"
all agreed and belief it or not, we just consent to the idea writing a script for an old-remake-drama.

This is similar to an act of which a person purposely put old film on an emptied running reel. And of cause, the projector will shoot the light for that old film to be seen on big screen. Picture will move accordingly to the color recorded on that film.

Viewers are lucky if they haven’t paid anything to watch. But what if they do?

those who pay to watch this old shitty movie are whom I’d like to call no-brainers

now that you are able to differentiate which category of viewer you fall for, try to determine now, which character are you in this drama?

I am taking the role of a supporting actor acting as brainy viewer. How about you?

LAWAK APEKAH INI?

KOPI JANDA? lawak apekah ini?

DALAM PENAFIAN

mengikut kiraaan aku, 12.34pm adalah waktu yang agak tepat untuk bangun dari tidur. Aku suruh adam bangun dan beralih dari lantai ke katilnya.

lihat ke luar tingkap dengan perut yang sedang berdilema dengan hidangan tomyam serta beberapa side dish malam tadi.

hendak di buang tapi belum tiba masanya lagi.

laptop adam masih menyala. aku belek-belek. baca berita dalam penafian.

aku letih dengan dengan 'judgment' "to equalize something that is not equilibrium in nature".
hasilnya aku tuliskan dalam blog. haih.. aku faham kenapa orang tulis blog

jadi? aku tak kisah. aku tahu aku di dunia ke tiga

Igau Setiap Malam

kamu pernah depresi sehingga kamu benarkan/maafkan diri buat sesuatu yang tidak elok?

biarkan diri buat buruk pada diri.

biarkan sebab kamu rasa habis depresi kamu tak akan ulang lagi.
tak akan buat lagi.

tapi kamu sebenarnya gunakan alasan depresi untuk membenarkan ketagihan diri.
dan kamu maafkan diri.

tak apa lah.
tak apa lah.

mungkin sebentar lagi. aku belum hanyut lagi.
masih ada yang bisa menarik ku ke atas.

Sabah, Aku Datang

scenary cantik. cukup tepat seperti yang di gambarkan. cuma mungkin perlu mancari pohon rendang untuk berteduh sambil berkelah. Sabah, aku datang tetapi seorang. terima kasih adam walaupun ade sotong kering dalam gamba ni.

Siapa Tahu?

Jangan periksa lagi, aku ok... kau dah ke blum?
air mengalir lah, rumput ni tajam lah.. aku rasa nak potong rumput pula. tapi nasib baik tadi ada rumput. tidaklah hangus aku dibuatnya. sebelum ini api baik-baik sahaja bermimpi. tetapi tadi hampir menjilat kepala ku. haah.. aku mengeluh kenapa? letih mungkin penat mengawal angin yang tak kunjung tiba. baiklah, aku akan bangun. aku yakin ini yang terakhir. malas pula rasanya mahu menghidupkan api ini lagi. mancisnya pula sudah disambar tadi.

lihat bulan, cerahnya dia senyum di balik awan. Kau gembira kah bulan?. kalau kau isap rokok agaknya apakah jenamanya? aku masih tetap dengan sampoerna. jiwa remaja konon mahu jadi yang berbeza. tak seperti kau. di sini kau hanya satu. rokok apa pun kau hisap siapa yang peduli? walaupun peragai kau hanya berpusing-pusing, tetapi kau setia dengan bumi dan itulah yang ku anggap penting.

where we are belongs too

do you notice there's no mamak in da list? haha?

cinta itu byk pengertian...

tp bg aku..cinta itu KAWAN SEJATI..

orang yg mencintaimu meskipun telah mengenali dirimu dengan sebenar-benarnye iaitu baik & burukmu..setiap yg kita lakukn biarlah jujur kerana kejujuran itu terlalu penting dlm sesebuah kehidupan..

tanpe kejujuran hidup sentiase menjadi mainan org..oleh itu jgn tertarik kepada seseorg kerana parasnye.. sbb keelokan paras dapat menyesatkan..dan jgn pula tertarik kpd kekayaannye krn kekayaan akan musnh..

tertariklah kepada seseorg yg mampu membuat kamu tersenyum,kerna hanye senyum mampu membuatkn hari2 yg gelp menjadi cerah..ibarat kate org SETIAP BUNGA MAWAR PASTI AD DURINYA..

dr kesusahn itu akan dpt kesenangn & kebahagian..seperti durian berduri kerna sedap isinya,kulit manggs paht kerna manis di dlmnye,bunga ros berduri kerna harum di dlmnye..

nukilan khas dari faira mokhtar
wahai rakan ku berkatalah sesuatu...

SEREMBAN-KL WTF?

APSAL AKU NAMEKANYA SEREMBAN-KL?


1. sebab aku poyo, asl bulih name nak pelik. tak nak same ngan orang lain
2. sebab ku nak orang tanye nape semban kl
3. sebab ku nak nampak cam kurang peribadi dengan nama yang umum
4. sebab ku nak angkat name seremban
5. sebab inilah perjalanan yang boleh mendatangkan bahaya, seronok dan cecair
6. sebab isi dalam blog ni sebahagian besarnya berkisar tentang pengalaman sebuah perjalanan
7. sebab aku ingat kalo search kat google bolehla ade dalam list
8. dan di antara sebab2 yang ade, aku rase yang paling penting name tu cool macam aku

YANG AKU TAK PENAH TULIS

dah lame ku belek-belek baru ku perasan. ade satu bende yang tak kene ngan blog ku nih. yang ku nampak tak same ngan blog2 orang lain. Aku x tulis pasal diri aku pon. ok lah, so ape nak bagitau nih. Aku tak hensem, tengok la gamba ku, manjang same je. Tu sebab ade satu tu je la yang bleh pakai sampai sampai la tah taun tak tau bile ade gamba elok sikit baru la bleh tuka. Aku boroi, umur da lanjut, pemalas, makan dan tido pon malas, manjang online dan becakap je keje ku. Ku suke kengkawan ngan pempuan sebab kengkadang ku pon cam pempuan. ku suke gak kawan ngan laki lembut sebab diorang ni cam klaka pon ade so, senang nak buat lawak ngan diorang. kalau dia x gelak, kite gelakkan dia. aku xde awek. Apelagi... muke dah, kawan dah, awek dah...

owh, aku x keje, xblaja, dok umah membe lak tu hari2. melepak dan melepet. Kengkadang ku ade aja kengkawan bende yang bukan2. Cita2 nak jadi mat cool. boleh lompat2 makan eskrim. tapi mak marah, dia kate nak aku jadi cikgu. Tapi aku kate "maaaak... ape la agaknye jadi kat anak murid angah tu nanti, antu ke pelesit?". Apak ku nak ku jadi engineer, keje kapal, sodok minyak, paling tak pon keje kerajaan, aku plak kate xnak aku x suke keje kalo xjadi bos. susah la diorang dapat anak cam ku nih. tapi kengkadang ade bagusnye gak. aku bleh g pasar dan jage budak.

lagi hmmm.... aku suke dengar lagu butter dan aku tak tau apsal ku suke tulis ayat ayat pendek. orang kate tu puisi tapi ku tak penah tempek memane. ku suke simpan je ayat-ayat pendek tuh. takde sape pon penah bace kecuali gagak. kantoi lak ngan die dalam bas arituh. barang sepah2. dia kate ku bagus bleh tulis banyak lagi. aku ye kan je. writing should be fun ku kate. ni fun la nie haha..

KAYA LEPAS CERAI

Semakin ramai lelaki hidup mewah lepas cerai BH

ADA satu fenomena pelik dan tidak seimbang membabitkan golongan lelaki dan wanita di Britain ketika ini, yang berkemungkinan besar turut berlaku di pelusuk lain dunia.

Fenomena kewujudan semakin ramai duda kaya atau lelaki yang menjadi kaya raya selepas bercerai. Ini bukan andaian semata-mata tetapi hakikat yang semakin ketara di negara maju itu seperti dibuktikan satu kajian terbaru Institut Penyelidikan Sosial dan Ekonomi Britain.

“Percaya atau tidak, hakikatnya, semakin ramai lelaki Britain, terutama kalangan bapa menjadi kaya raya selepas bercerai. Pendapatan mereka meningkat kira-kira 25 hingga 30 peratus berbanding ketika masih memegang status sebagai suami,” kata Pengarah institusi itu, Profesor Stephen Jenkins yang juga Pengerusi Majlis Persatuan Penyelidikan Pendapatan dan Kekayaan Antarabangsa yang dipetik media tempatan, baru-baru ini.

Apa yang menyedihkan, senyuman lebar yang dilemparkan golongan suami itu sebaliknya menyaksikan wajah mencuka di kalangan isteri yang menjanda apabila pendapatan wanita ini susut lebih 20 peratus.



mungkin selepas ini akan keluar buku "RAHSIA DUDA KAYA", "CERAI BOLEH KAYA", "KATAKAN YA KEPADA CERAI", "MARI BERCERAI", Dan banyak lagi yang menggalakan penceraian haha...

THE VAGINAL GYM

i am not a hero. i am not a savior. i am not whoever.
but i am going to stare at this pieces and focussss, like it will going to mend all by itself.
i am totally an insignificant arrogant dude who just walk past these street with forgotten remark.

along the way i met lucy who owns a cabarrate dance club. she invited me in. i took her offer. went in the club and stumble upon my ex's. Four of them. they were dressed in white and was like an angel on a broad daylight.

No suprises, i saw thier picture at the front entrance in a 'strip tease' poster tittled The Ketua Berempat. I smilled at them, they show me fingers. After all, i made them stripers, a good gestures of thanking maybe.

Talking to lucy is all about bussiness, and businesses need some extra injection in a very vaginal core. So i took the place to do the sugery before we begin dealing. many of the stripers are brought here by me. therefore, i have liability upon what hapen dict me including crime. i dont wana cought up doing crime so i get the kadi to be on my side. the Kadi, is a moslem by his birth but praising capitalism god (read:money).

Every once in a while i'll be married but never did i divorced. if it were not telecomuniatedly connected then it will connect vaginally. To avoid from being detected by Moral Police i have to have a minimum 5 divorce paper. therefore, the kadi helps a lot in registering foriegn marriege licences to legalize co-inhibitance.

most of them are vaginally virgin but none were pure virgin. i choose virgin girl simply because thier vagina looks better than fucked one. It's a bit chalanging fo me to put virgin girl on strip dance nonetheless, lucy put a rather high price for girls that i brought. they got paid well too. all seems well until one day when a guy came and shoot lucy on her forehead. It was her rival.

Just in front of Lucy's building we can see how poorly guested Cempaka hate to see our business booming. Before the incident, Cempaka sent me notes and few thousand buck so they can get me to send girls over there. But i told them that they were not just my girl, they are my girldfriends and i am not running girl business with anyone.

Unfortunately, it was a deadly answer. Cempaka already knew my bussiness with Lucy and took a short cut to eliminate rivalry.

KARMA POLICE

Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, hes like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl, her hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us

Karma police, Ive given all I can, its not enough
Ive given all I can, but were still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself