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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. |
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5:30 PM, TALK ABOUT IMPULSIVE
Friday, August 15, 2008
It was done merely on impulse. That wasn't my intention. I didn't mean to do that. It was SO last minute. But what i didn't want, wanted me. And now.. Guys, i am performing for Teachers' Day. Marcus, Fasha, Me. Wait. Okay.. Now scream. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Shit, i'm not nervous. I'm just hyperventilating. I just, i... I don't know what i've done, really. I was kidding at the end of my previous post, in which i put, "If i said i was performing, now would you believe?" It was meant to be a joke (if you laughed along while reading it, congrats. If you didn't, do laugh now). Hell, what was i thinking? I didn't even expect to get through the auditions round. Maybe that plaster on my face played a part in getting us one of the places in the Final 4 out of 10. ("just now bleeding lah cher!" HAHA) But now i can't use it anymore. :( Anyway, i don't know. I'm happy, but the thing is, i didn't even plan to want to audition. I was just merely there. Shit. I dont know. Nevermind, lets concentrate on exams. (okay, how macam faham.) On the other hand, talking about something which isn't relating to exams, or performing, i think today, i couldnt resist myself from temptation. I mean.. I like legs. Hers were long. How could i not stare? i dont mean no harm. i- just- want- your- legs. |