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.

9:45 PM, FIGHT STOPPER, FIGHT FIGHT STOPPER
Monday, June 9, 2008

nat - ruzee - yayaa

I went out on a date with girlfriends today. Apparently, two of them couldnt make it. Its unwinding, although i gotta admit i almost went bonkers when i followed Hidayah shopping. That woman, if its alright with everybody, she could have bought the whole of Bugis Street.

And i gotta admit that today, i really ate too much. WAY too much. But i'm not gonna suss over my weight (which HELL i find damn irritating when people do). Maybe i'll kill those fats somewhere. Somewhere preferably in my dreams. hahaa.

Oh, today, i am proud to say that instead of starting fights (cos i always get blamed when fights start), i stopped one.
Hidayah versus Ice Cream Woman @ Mickey D's.
hahaa, the name sounds hilarious.
Anyway, what happened was that apparently, we wanted to buy some ice cream. And because Hidayah and i didnt want to break our neatly pressed cash notes into coins, we decided to pay by ez-link. At the same time, we were buying an ice cream for Ruzy too. Ruzy paid by cash. So, we told the cashier that we wanted to Pay Separately.
PAY SEPARATELY.
Simple enough? Apparently not.
Hidayah had to explain over and over again to the cashier that we want to PAY SEPARATELY.
But the cashier didnt get it. And i swear if i didnt tell Hidayah to let it go, a fight would have started.
Hidayah was like spurting anger-filled word after word, and that woman turned slightly from making ice cream, as if to fight back. Quickly, i engaged Hidayah in a ridiculous subject, just to change the topic so the woman wouldnt think we're referring to her. But we actually are.

So, i was officialy named the Fight-Stopper and i'm kind of proud of it cos i used to be named the Fight-Starter. And while some people think that's a compliment, well hell no, i dont think so.
Its Frustrating As HELL to get into fights. Especially those extremely lame ones.
Someone recently told me to help her cos she got into a fight because of her wandering eyes, and i was like, "EH? (yawns)."

I dont feel like going out with Julia and the rest tomorrow. I feel sick. My stomach feels sick.
I think i'm gonna be sick. AGAIN.


hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption