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.

The King and the Clown is a must-watch!

Sunday, August 19, 2007 11:15 PM

I wanted to come up with a flowery sentence to explain my state right now but I don't wanna give a fuck. To simply put it, I'm damn fucken lethargic, and crantakerous if I might add. All thanks to the Udin's Family Reunion in Dewan Suarah, Miri.

Once again my SLR let me down. I seriously suck in indoor photography, in exclusion of conceptual photography - like macro for instance. And with the use of my SLR, the colour suuuucked big time. GOD, it frustrates me seeing the greenish colour of people's skin in my camera. It's a miracle that I haven't died, bludgeoning my head to the nearest wall. So now my wish to own the Nikon D40X burns more fiery than the huge bonfire we had that time. Feel the untamed raw will I emit, you scumbags!!

Er, huh. Went overboard there. *slaps self*

So I awake around 5 and we left home at 6, roughly. There wasn't much during the drive except that I've spent the two hours watching The King and the Clown. And DAMN, did it make me bawl senseless in the car with two full snot-filled nostrils, sniffing ever once in a while.

Therein I soo recommend you to watch this movie! REALLY! The story is just, so... *starts snivelling* It's so touching that I can't help to describe the despondence and all that in a well reformed review. Everytime I think of it, I cry. Just like how I am right now, and listening to a sad song does not help the situation.

So, please, watch The King and the Clown. PLEASE. And so we can form a circle and cry with each other.

Upon arriving Miri, my eyes hurt terribly due to all the crying and mind you that the silent weeping in the car started around the first few minutes of the movie then turned to wild sobs just before the climax. DAMN!! >.< I love Lee Jun Ki.

He potrayed as a androgynous-looking pretty bumpkin boy and a jester. And was once in a while pimped off to some perverted lustful men. Oh god. Jun Kiiii~ Noooo!

See that! I can't make a good review if I'm still riled up about the uber sad and emotional movie. But I have to say that this movie is quite extraordinary since it's modestly featured, with a cast of no A-list performers. Quite anticipated by many who knew last year when it was unleashed to the world. Oh geez, I hate a few in there for being so-- *shuts up*

Anyyywayyy... my cousins noticed my red puffy eyes and I told them about the movie and they seem very very interested. I hope they wail like how I did in the morning.

We arrived to the Dewan Suarah and I have to say, I'm relatively blessed to have some number of sizzling hot next of kins. Hah. I couldn't help to control myself from not gawking at their fair skin and flawless hair. And those lips. And the bridge of their nose. Oh yes, nose and lips turns me on, baby. Especially straight noses and rubious pouty soft lips. *groans*
HAHAHA! Oh dear, I've made this entry somewhat horny nose-and-lips fetish'ed lustful. Why am I cursed/blessed with such weird fetish?

Okay, okay, okay. Rewind and delete what you remembered of what I've written.

To the real story we go, the reunion thing was a huge bore at first and it only heated up after lunch. The seniors danced the Long Dance while wearing weird hats and nice colurful glittery jackets. I want one, really. It looks... nice. Yup, it was at the very least entertaining to see how flushed the seniors looked dancing shamelessly. And I am aware that it sounds rude.

And then another entertaining thing was, while I was taking pictures in the dim-lit hall there was one Chinese guy around 19 or 20 at most, approached me and talked to me in Chinese. I paused looking at him, smiling. He was cutttee, man. Another one of my long lost cousins and another one of those who look dashing. Yup, I am blessed. But really, do I look Chinese to you? I merely wore T's and jeans, nothing frilly or too short.

HAHAHA. I really hated to break the news to him that I could not understand a single word coming out of his pretty red pouty soft-looking lips that I had tempted to touch so most. *groans* O_____O *slaps self* What the fuck is wrong with my hormones??

I said "Um, I'm not what you think I am." I smiled.

He didn't get what I was implying at first 'cause what I said sounded so suspicious. So he asked me in English "Are you a guy?" O_______________O OUCH. Do I fucken look like a dude? But then again, a pretty dude with boobs and uneven bodily curves. Is that a good thing or bad?

We were standing at the side of the stage so my cousins and mom saw what went on then I was at loss for words, man. He thought that I was a guy disguising as a girl. HAHAHA. At day I am called Nabilah however at night I am known as Nabil. Okay, not funny. But it'd sound hilarious when said in Malay.

"But I'm a girl. And I'm Malay." I said to that hot cousin of mine. It took him a while to register it in his mind when he only uttered a long "Oh". That was so cute, man. The uber cuteness practically killed the CUTENESS chart. Accordingly, those were the only appealing incident today. Right when one of the seniors karaoked, I slump down to an empty chair and fell asleep for a few something minutes.

We headed towards Parkson soon after we left the building and shopped. And surprisingly for me I shopped too. I bought clothes and such. Then had lunch in KFC at Boulevard. I didn't like it there 'cause they totally botched-up the pepper in THE MASHED POTATO. God, they SOILED the goodness of MASHED POTATO.

Mashed potato rules all potato, next to Cheezy Wedges. That KFC branch should be sued! They soiled the taste! the heavenly taste that could make me moan in pleasure and make me horny. Not only the pepper in the mashed potato was sullied, it also tasted bland! Ugh. Then I ended up not finishing it. Oh the wretchedness!

My family, cousins and I shopped again, for a few hours then called it a day.

Aqil gotten sick. Well actually he was sick since yesterday but he kept on vomitting when we got to the Brunei immigration. He then slept throughout the journey back home besides, he was weak after vomitting. Then we got around Gadong at 8.45PM and arrived home at 9.

The time I stepped foot into my room, I switched on the lights and flopped to my bed and snored silently in my sleep. Mom kept on pestering me and my bro to shower, and I was the last. I showered for a usual 30 minutes. Then got dressed and slept more and now here I am typing for another stupid meaningless entry for the blog. :D

Well it's 1.20AM right now so I gotta jet. Ah fuck, I haven't even done any of my homeworks. Fuck.

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