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.

Longest entry yet

Saturday, July 14, 2007 5:21 PM

Today was fairly okay. So-so. Okay I lied again. Today is gooooooooodddd~!

In the morning, was cramming all the Socio stuff into my head in less than 30 minutes before the test, which was in Block 5 - the first dreadful thing to happen on a weekend morning. :p
And the result : the same brain-cracking permanent brain damage from the last Socio paper.

Siiiiggh. I need to stop procrastinating. It's not doing good to my studies in my college lately. Well it's done miracles when I had my June History exam! I just don't know why it's not working now. TT.TT

Along the way to the library, I was feeling a bit pissy(and yes I know there's no such word but it's only used between me and Zati) and scowling. The paper made me so mad. If you collect all the anger and frustration I had, with that amount of strength I could win against any pro-wrestler.

Then during PS I was racking my brain trying to decide whether to skip the civic or to study for Maths. The thought of being absent the whole day if I skiepped civic ran through my mind persuaded me to not skip civic class.

After almost an hour worth of deathcalling session, I had an urge to bludgeon myself against the nearest wall 'cause it turns out to be that I could have skipped civic class without being known that you skipped it. The session ended with the students ticking their names and stupidly I didn't think of asking Sa'aadah to tick my name while I was gone.

That way I could save myself from being registered to be absent and I could study for my Maths test which was in Block 3.

But hey at least the test was fine and dandy. 'Twas topical. All about binomial probability or some other name close to that.

Then comes the part of the day which was entirely killed by the fact that Mr Peter Holland didn't teach us anymore. Literature. Miss Yong is a fairly good teacher. I can see that she is trying very hard however it seems that she doesn't give out that sort of wise aura often emiited by Mr Peter Holland.

She basically knows her stuff but not as much as Mr Peter Holland. And the fact that the guys in Lit class fawns over her didn't really make me see her as a teacher. And you are actually asking, Yes I dislike Miss Yong but NO I'm not dissing her. Well I'm trying not to.

Then lunch. All I can remember is that I was anticipating for someone's presence before my eyes. However my prayers weren't heard. Bleh. So I emo'd a bit before remembering that Chimeh had something in one of his classes.

There was suppose to be a surprise party for Yazid and us, GDLs, waited as long as we can for the birthday boy to come after he had his prayers. Some had to leave and by some ~~I don't like saying names in here to show who wasn't there~~ I do mean Zimah a.k.a Dayangku Nurul Izzati Hazimah bt Pengiran Haji Abdul Rahman. a.k.a Zee. HAHAHAHA, aren't I mean?

Since Muh had to leave early she got the first bite of the scrumpcious cake! And oh maan, looked soo good. And I was the one who sliced the cake!

As the birthday boy came we all acted ~~gay~~ natural. And it's obvious that none of the GDLs will pass up or even qualify as actors, not even amatuers. HAHAHAHA.

Fakhri and I were clueless of what went on du

ring the surprise. Because as we sang the birthday song Muhdiyah who had the cake on her hands kept on appraoching me, smiling. HAHAHA. I've always thought that her smile was, at times, creepy. While she kept on advancing towards me I backed away, not caring if I stumble and fall onto the concrete floor.

See? She was smiling ~~maniacally~~ as wide as her mouth can muster while advancing towards me. How creeoy can that be? And Fakhri also had the same "Huh? FTW" face on him.

So I ran away from her. She diverted to Fakhri and sang the song. Fakhri and I were, yet again, clueless.

Dzar kept on pushing me towards the cake and I thought that she wanted me to take a good, clear picture of the chocolate cake almost to the point where my face almost went into the cake. =.= But I forgive you Dzar.

And I'm sorry for being blur at that moment. My mind was drifting off thinking of Chemih. It only took me about two minutes to register what was actually going on, and that was after I glanced at what was written on the cake. And it said :

To : Nab, Fakhri & Yazid

♥ GDL =)

Heee~ These guys can be very sneaky. And I just love 'em for their sneakiness and cunningness. By the time I realised that the surprise was actually for us July birthday celebrants - Fakhri, Yazid and I.

And they had pizza too! Two carts of 'em! It was oiiissshhhiiii~ But then, I only got a slice. Hm, I need to appreciate that I actually got a piece. Better than none no?

Then the cake was heavenllyyy~ It was cold thus getting the plastic knife to get through the cake was a challenge to all. We had to muster all my strength to get the cake sliced centimetres by centimetres. Pathetic huh?

Then the guys kept on smudging each other's faces with either the cake or the pink frosting. Siigh. Fakhri smudged pink frosting on my cheek and accidentally smudged some on my tudong. And I couldn't get it off me. >__________<>to realise after me and Zati went back!

Was planning to watch the badminton tournament when Zati and I got down. However it seemed that when we came, the human race population there was scarce. And I we panicked. Yup, seeing so little of people made me change my mind watching the tournament.

But I toughened up and went there with Zati. I was sorta freaked out when I saw cubes of ice were flung everywhere. Then went up to watch the empty of the field, out of the scorching hot sun. But we weren't spared from the scorching heat.

Felt fidgety that time and my breathing ragged and shallow. Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind. I even felt a bit woozy at one point thinking of his presence.

We ate there - me, honeydew and Zati, burger - and seeing there were no trash bins anywhere in sight we ventured to look for one to throw our rubbish. And on the way, at ground level, I saw him. Haaaa~

I was looking around searching for a trash bin and he was there, seemingly looking for someone. I shrugged it off and continue our "journey" finding the bin. Went down the short tunnel thing and found one. Zati was still at wherever she was that time. However when I looked back to call out Zati's name, he was there standing a few metres away from me.

I thought it was the sound of my brain cracking when I realised it was only the plastic container I was clutching onto.

That time my mind couldn't function well so I turned my back to him and idiotically scrutinized the trash bin. (You know with all the squinting of the eyes and putting your hand on top of your brow. Like a navigator for pirates and those kinds.)

He appeared in front of me suddenly after Zati came. And he was searching for someone, yet again. I wonder who he was looking for?

Ah damn. By the time I turned to look at him he disappeared. =.=

Was dodgy and jerky since then. HAHAHAHA all thanks to the aftereffect of being so excited and nervous at the same time. I am sooo uncool(that IS an understatement) But 'twas a great time.

On the way back up me and Zati were busy chatting, hitting eachother's arms, arguing and the likes. Saw Nazim. I find myself odd that I don't feel incessant hatred towards him when he's alone rather than when he's with his girlfriend. Jealousy maybe? Naah. Couldn't be. Sure I've disliked his girlfriend since... eight years ago. But still that doesn't answer why I don't hate him as much as when he's around his girlfriend.

Heading towards the college, Lei called out my name and it appears to be that he just got back from the Mall with Meel. Those lovebirds. tsk tsk tsk. There's never a time when I've never seen them apart from each other.

And coincidentally him and his group were behind us, only metres away. Then the aftereffects of being "excited and nervous" came back to me. =.=

Took a turn to the canteen since Zati was thirsty. And after we turned back to the same route they... disappeared. And that really really freaked me out. Really.

Then went up to the front of the library and hung out there till Zati went home.

At night I was all types of moody bitchy cantankerousness put together for no known reason even I myself couldn't think of. Then mom forced me to go with the family to visit our sick grandma. And I just knew that she was sick. How come no one told me of this? Feh.

I was being emo and listened to Gackt's songs at full blast. And I was quite sure that I "felt" my eyes go blank. So did my mind. Even the fact that my hair was a total mess that time didn't trigger any worries to myself.

Upon reaching my grandma's house as soon as we stepped in the maid told my mom that grandma went to a masseur with the others. Only the maid and my other cousin were there.

It seemed useless that I had to change my clothes and try as hard not to glare at the first moving object near me.

My mom didn't wanna waste her time going back home so she decided to shop. There were a few groans of rejections however the main problem was that my brother only wore his nightclothes. I wasn't complaining. I didn't wanna go shopping at that time too, since my hair was a total mess. It stood out at every possible directions. Hah. Embarassing no?

In the end I bought a cute keychain. But now I regret it since I realised that the colour is so ugly. I should'ce bought the one with red, blue and green as its colour.

After the shopping spree my family and I passed by this CD shop. And if I couldn't stop walking right there, I had to slow down. I took ym time engrossing the person my eyes were fascinated of.

In there I saw a... kid. beware for some pedo-talk and some plans of kidnapping a cute kid. Yes a kid. He reeeally reminded me of Yabu. Those soft features which could pass up as a premature girl. He was... cute. And I can see that he was younger than me. He might be 12 or 13 in age.

Yes, I'm being a pedo now. But that's not new to me. I've always fawned over cute guys. Even ones that are obviously younger than me.

I had to lie to my mom that I wanted to buy some DVDs just to see him again. I know you readers might be freaked out by this. But let me assure you that it's only short-lived.

Wow, this is the longest entry I've ever done.

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