you innards have a pleasant aftertaste.
»
PROFILE ►
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.
one by one they go


I've lost some control of myself three days ago and the lid to the gourd somehow had gotten loose, revealing bits of what I wasn't supposed to show in public. I'm sorry that I scared you guys but Aniii brought it up and well, it happened suddenly. Them other than them had known the jist of what went wrong but whatever. I'll just leave it at that.
Oh and thank you to you guys who had, purposely or not, distracted me from my current problem. 'Twas fun.
- - - - -
People had come and go, our friends who were once there now gone, for the goodness of their future. Who are we to stop them from letting them earn a good life? If we love them that much we would choose to let them go to pursue to their future and take a step higher than where we are. I mean, we are friends. Even I'd die sacrificing anything to let my closest friends explore what is hidden within her. I would do anything for them. Even if it means I should sell my soul to the very Lord of Darkness himself.

And no, I am not a sentimental but however feeling sentimental. I hope that answered half your question.

A friend of ours left for UK to study at Oxford's not so many hours ago. I didn't had a chance to say my goodbyes, and I sorta feel slightly... uh... how do you say this, uneven? Imbalanced? I just don't feel right.

Without saying a final farewell it would leave this feeling that you might see that person the next day, no? Or am I the only one feeling this way? My mindset is a little different than any other people. I'm an oddball and people know that very well. So if I had said my last goodbye most probably this uneasiness would never be here in the first place.

Well, Deylah, even if you don't know I own this blog or even I had a blog, that would not stop me from saying this final farewell.

Hello Deylah, you know actually I just knew of you leaving us when Anis mentioned it in her blog and I feel bad not saying goodbye or even a simple hug would do. I've only known you for only... three years. Simply seen you around school and exchange mere Hellos and nods.

But now that the number of STPRIans in MD had been narrowed down also many had separated due to their timetables, many of us had stuck with our own kind and somehow in one point bonded us more.

You looked lonely during the few months in MD, until you've finally hung around them Anis, Muai, Qeelah and others. I hang around with them at times so we did talk for a bit. But I'm one who takes in every moment and not forgetting everything, albeit I do forget things most of the times but I know those memories had been shoved into a deeper side of my mind and will only pop out to the surface out of the blues.

But anyway, the last time I saw you was during the closing ceremony of Pesta Sukan. You cut your hair! I thought you were... Okay, let's go past that now. Oh and congratulations on being together with Farhan the YDP himself. Haaaah. Congratz, babe. ;D

And now finally I want to say sorry if I've ever wronged you in any way. Offended you, maybe? 'Cause I know I can be ignorantly blunt with words and actions. If it makes you any better I'll give you bribe money stuff to let the ugly past be there. Also I wish you lots and lots of luck in Oxford. I hope you'll do well there.

When you're there, don't you try forgetting us here okay? *sniff* Oh dear God. I'm tearing up writing this. Ngah. I'm a lameass. *headdesk* Oh and visit us some time too.

Moving on to the very very last bit, fare thee well friend. I hope to meet ya in the near future. I know I've said this whole thing to be the last goodbye but try not making it as one. We'll dearly miss you.

You chose this path, you better not mess it up. Who knows whether one small mistake could mess up your future. Haa. I know that sounds so farfetched, but what the hell.


0 Comment(s):

Post a Comment