this was no chicken. this was evil manifest.

I cried "corn beef" in a demonic voice in front of people I'd just met. If that tells you anything about me...
Other than that, the name is Nabilah Johari who goes by her days embarrassing friends with her shameless antics.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007 9:21 PM

This had been the third time my plan didn't go as planned. And it's starting to annoy me by the very passing minute. Many times have I been lost in my own muse, thinking of ways to things done. Once, this afternoon, a friend even thought that my eyes looked dead and he said "gray".

So that kinda concludes that I think too much. But I couldn't help the fact that I like to get lost in my own world and shut my ears and eyes from the world. Hah. Emo much?

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Hm, in approximately ten hours I'll be seeing Zaf back in Brunei. I wonder if she brought back some souveniers. HAHAHAHA. I can be so shallow.

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Today was... different, of course. We only had Block 3 and 5. After the assembly EAS was cancelled, thankgod. And we skipped Block 2 which I have to thank god again to spare me from Lit since Miss Yong told us to draw the scenery/imagery that we see when we read Summer Farm.

And apparently, not all of us are such good drawers like this certain someone with the name which starts with a Z and ends with an I. Yeah I'm talking about you Zati. I know you're a damn good drawer! Even my chicken looks like a skimpy chick. No pun intended.

Damn right now on one hand I'm looking at my crappy looking drawing of a what is suppose to be a farm and they guy lying down looked so... dead and... scarecrow-like. Scares the shit out of me. Hm, oh yeah. In Maths class Mr Law taught us a chinese word rather shamelessly.

He taught us the word shit in Chinese. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Cool right our teacher? Teaching us bad words! Actually it came from the Maths term psi and yeah. Sai. Psi. Shit. Yep. The tension in the class kinda calmed down a lot.

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During Socio class...

...miraculously I didn't fall asleep at all. Not even a wink. I knew listening to music while eating samboi and poking myself with an inked pen could keep myself awake... for an hour.

Then the rest is such a damn blur to me. And I didn't get another chance watching again. More than five times in a row. It's really frustrating. Really did almost took into tears. But then, that reason would be too trivial. Heh, women are trivial-minded. Wow. No. I mean... Not that I'm my gender is weak. Er, goddammit. Oo. The Ellen Degeneras Show.

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