Oh, Roxannee ♥.
on the face of it,

i'm kooky.


like a coffin nail ;



i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped. arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me.

10:19 PM,
Saturday, May 17, 2008

CHARITY SOCCER ; THANKS - KICK MY BRUISE SOME MORE
WHATEVER FCKING BULL PUP

Charity soccer was damn tiring man. But it was pretty fun. I melted when she shoved that watch in my tummy like it was my hand. Wow.
Hanging out after that for the first hour, everyone was damn moody and i dont have any idea why. Too tired? its okay, i understand.
Bruise here, bruise there. I dont understand you people who LOVE to kick me when im already down. Whats your problem? Its obvious that i have already, pathetically crumbled to the ground. Yet, you kick me around, my body and leg and all, like im what, a ball..?
Its painful alright. Bruises are everywhere. I cant bend down on my knees, and my hands are shaking like an old woman.
Nevermind, lets not whine the way some people do. Oh, yes you piss me off you fcking bull pup.

Anyway, we left early, at 1pm. As much as it was fun, we couldnt withstand the heat and boredom that was slowly seeping in. Meeting Amir(a) is so much interesting. Well, bus riding home, something interesting happened. I got a lecture (aiyayaya, farasa), and the bus riders got a free listen (tsk!). An uncle outside the bus winked at me (eeeeeee!!!), and an old old auntie in the bus stared at us like she's unhappy.
When she shot us a stare for like the tenth time, Farasa said.
"Sorry dude."
With the hand sign and all.
Sorry dude? Cool or WHAT! haha, and Ruzy was like, making the 'Sarang Lebah' face to Farasa.
And i couldnt stop laughing. im starting to realise that eversince 2 months ago (when i was silly and foolish), they are the only two who always makes me laugh. ILY guys. (:

To _____, i'm sorry we lied. You're specifically angry at me, i know. My sincere apologies. You cant force someone to be interested when obviously, she's not. Dont force me and please, dont take things too seriously. I told you that so many times already. Do i need to drill a hole in your brain to make the info seep in? Okay, hell, its MY FAULT (again) for starting everything than fking running away. I'm sorry and i assure you i'm guilty. Hopefully, i wont do it again. Now, if you will, leave me alone. Thanks.

Goodbye.

like a puppy being pulled around - thats you.
wake up, idiot! wait, why should i help you anyway?