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.

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.