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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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.
2. .....A friendly note for Fakhri To Fakhri, I have some lengthy things to say to you. But considering I'm torn to watching Jurassic Park and blogging, I'll only make this quick and in a jiffy.
Fakhri, One word : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Let me be frank,
Yes. That was the most frank and straight out forward comment my semi sane mind could come up with.
Believe me when I say your new look freaked me out, even if it was only a picture. I figure seeing you in the flesh would cause some permanent psychological and internal brain damage. srsly.
3. To think that the wonders and magic of YunJae had died... but when you think about it.
If they're straight, they will create another generation of gorgeous squinty hotasses.
If they're gay, it means that somewhere in this world, most probably in the janitor's closet, they're making out with each other.
EITHER WAY, WE WIN. Or just me.
But HEY the YunJae goodness lives forever.
Wasn't it absolutely A;SLSKSKSJDJDJDG MADE OF WIN??
Jaejoong, what person won't think up ideas when they're around you. Hah. You should know better and embrace thy inner femininity.
4. And a;slkjfdskf oh my god I am in PAROXYSMS OF GLEE because have I ever mentioned that Zimah and Zati are so awesome together and they both easily share space in my Top Five Awesome Fllyyy People I'd Like To Elope to Canada With, Who Cares About Gender Barriers Anyway We Can Be Lesbian Mounties With Little Hats and a;sklfjksdlfjdk photobook.
GAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA.
They both quench my desire made me happppppeeeeeee.
Both these girls came with teh answer to my sorrow.
Look below. No, not that below you pervs.
OHOHOHOHOO. Top of the list baaabbyyy~ TOP OF THE FRICKEN LIST!!
So all along you just need to type in Blog Limerence GDL. My undying, raging love for these two awesome people is almost at the same level as my love for Korean/Japanese boyboy lovin'.
I --
I love you guys. *breaks down into tears on the tear-flooded floor*
By happening, it seems like he won't be performing on the concert.
The boyband TVXQ's leader, Uknow Yunho who was suppose to be performing in the "DongBangShinKi The 2nd Asia Tour Concer "O" ~ Seoul Encore" was practicing during the rehearsals on the night of the 25th and then he was injured around the pelvic region.
A representative of Yunho said, "Yunho is hurt on his vertebrae lumbars. It may take probably 3 to 4 weeks to its recuperation. It doesn't matter if he works, or he moves, but if he doesn't dance or do exercice it will be better."
SM Entertainment said, "Now that we know how the situation is, we think that it will be hard for Yunho to perform. Even if he cannot performance, he will be on the stage and he will sing the ballads, and the memtors like the previous arrangement."
Then finally Yunho said, "For all the people that waited to the Encore Concert I am very sorry to all of you. Even if I cannot give you my best in performances because of this inconvenience, I will show you my best on the stage."
Why yunho WHY? Why must you be injured every year? But a lumbar vertebrae projection fracture is too much, man. He should chiiiilll. God darn it that man. Why must he work so haaaarrddd? ;_____;
Fricken hell I'm crying for him right now. Guuuuhhh, YUNHOOOO. So dancing man! You danced in the last concert when you were injured? DUDE, you must be out of your miiind. Dear god, I am so sad. Very sad. God bless his socks that the injury is fricken treatable.
He loves making his fans worry so much. I hate you. I love you. I lovehate you.
Yunho, ONE word of advice, DON'T PUSH YOURSELF TOO HARD.
Actual medical info (with the least jargon available) about lumbar vertebrae fractures:
"Lumbar vertebrae fractures are caused by a direct force or sudden muscle contraction and are commonly accompanied by major soft tissue damage. Treatment and prognosis depends on the degree of fracture and the presence of complications. Symptoms include severe pain (spontaneous or during exercise) in the lower back and difficulty with body movement in the acute phase as well as local bruising, swelling, and occasionally, spinal deformation and neuroparalysis.
Treatment during the acute phase includes rest, medication, and fixation (with plaster and corset)
"Taken from this medical paper. Page 18 if you want to check it out.
Summary: It hurts like hell when you do it, and for a while afterwards, but it is treatable.
While it can be a severe injury, it can also be a less severe injury, so rather that anyone jumping on me for trying to be rational as some people did when I posted information about superglue being impossible to ingest as some people did, please pray to the deity of your choice that it's a comparatively minor injury with no complications.
Judging from the fact that his recovery is said to take 3-4 weeks I hope it is a less severe injury, and I'm sure SM will allow him to recover fully, they let Jaejoong recover properly from his leg injury, and they aren't in the business of permanently breaking their biggest meal tickets.
For god's and your sake, Yunho, REST. RESSSSSTTT. Or us fans will take your Bambi as hostage.
Of course you can't guess the answer. *rolls eyes* And no, I'm not trying to be snarky here.
I've mentioned in the previous entry that I'll find comfort out of this shallow sorrow, and Zimah's name is the victim.
Due to the last entry the responses were awesome-er than having Soto in the middle of an ungodly hour. And I mean it. ILY guys. God bless you, my awesome readers. God bless you crazy. And in one of the tags, the awesomely smart&super productive more than me ZATILhad all the answers to my sorrow. She suggested Google Blog Search.
I used it!
I --
I used it.
I used it and typed in Maktab Duli.
And what did I get? Screw de ja vu. Screw it. And that's all I will say.
I typed in Maktab Duli GDL, screw it. Maktab Duli GDL, screw it. Maktab Duli geng dapan library, Maktab Duli MD, Maktab Duli MD di Brunei wah, none. Once again, screw you search engines. Screw. You.
I typed in Zee Rahman on a whim, and it is by far the most crushing, inveigh-instigating, rancorous, utterly inane hair-pulling exasperating excuse for a search engine I have ever come across to.
I love it.
Well sorta.
I lied. It really does frustrates me.
Zimah got listed in. At the most top number one.
Oh gheijoy.
Dzar's blog is listed, with the help of Zee's name.
Ipso facto it prompt my disavow--burning desire to promote my blog wish to disseminate my online journal and I will mention Zee Rahman in here once in while, or a lot of times. *shrug*
And if you're wondering, no, I won't explode in a sudden burst of outrage when I find out I won't find my blog again. So come on back here, or at least come nearer than your 10 miles radius restraint. I'm not a cannibal, I promise I ain't.
Tally ho people. Till then hate search engines with me. It will be considred a mortal sin if you don't.
I've been slightly more or less productive an hour ago, and it's the only time I've ever been so productive.
Back to the main thing;
Hours ago I've been bawling my eyes out thinking whether to do it or not - at which the it I don't plan to tell - and, I guess, after the one-on-one girl talk(which kinda includes a lot of heartfelt confessions, sudden outpour - as in tears, dammit - insecure emotional state) it drilled in me deeper than I had expected.
It left me thinking.
Thinking about a lot of things, really.
Things that really could send into tears in matter of seconds. Yeah, that touchy sensitive issues and the likes.
So I was made to think while I was in the shower whether I should continue. Forget and let time mend the wound, or continue on for the sake of friendship.
Then a hour ago with eyes as red as buah pinang, and sunken deep, and just a big pile of mess in pursuit to comfort myself, plus I was feeling bored, I googled the name Maktab Duli in hopes of seeing if my blog is in the list.
I'm not sure whether to feel relieved or heartrendered at finding that my blog wasn't in that list. So I made more keywords in it, for example, Maktab Duli, Maktab Duli PMAMB, Maktab Duli MD, Maktab Duli. Most of the stuff there I see GDL's blog a lot. Haha. :D
Then I wanted to see if my blog would appear. I've written Maktab Duli catalyst, Maktab Duli GDL, Maktab Duli limerence. None. I wasn't satisfied just yet when I took a more drastic measure.
You know what I wrote down?
You reaaallyy wanna know?
You fricken serious you wanna know?
Well fine, let me C&P. I typed GDL Wardah Munir Juzai Dzar Izni Zee Mush Fakhri Nab Nabs. Yes, I was that desperate to know if my blog was known. Haha. And no, I won't say that I'm hungry for popularity. Well, in this case my blog. Not myself. I don't want myself to be famous; just me blog.
Haha. God, tell me how stupid was I to go that far to see if my blog is listed out. And it actually did. :D Well somewhere below GDL's blog, Izni's, and Neesa's. Damn, how sad.
So I was thinking that if maybe I could boost up my blog into the upper list in Google by mentioning Maktab Duli more often here.
Yeah.
MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI
MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI
Haaah. Now after I post this useless entry up, I'll google again Maktab Duli and see if it works.
[EDIT] Aii membari sakit ati jua tu. I googled Maktab Duli and I found none of my blog and them GDLs, Izni's, Neesa's although I found Ing Siang's. The second time I tried with Maktab Duli GDL, the membari sakit ati thing was I found none of my blog again. Gila baiieee. And and the most shocking yet funny thing was after GDL's blog was listed out I found Juzai's friendster.
And how did I react? "-_____- O__________O WTF??!! Gah, I need to pee. But for god's sake, where in God's name is my blog??" Yu-huh. After Juzai's fster was Qawie's blog. And he's not even in GDL or even in MD anymore. Hah. Gila membari sakit ati wah, parah wah jantung ane. PARAH. Merati PARAH?? Kalau inda, click saja ane, jangan galat eh. Kalau masih inda merati tanya Cigu Bahasa Melayumu ah, tanya ia apa ertinya Parah hati jantung jiwa sejiwa-jiwanya parah kan dibunuh diri ane inda jua si Nab ah. Yeah, ask her/him that. Tapi flowing lah darah merah ini dalam hati dan jantung ini. FTW? Hiiiisshhhh. I just want my blog to be listed out without typing out keywords that are soo fricken specific like GDL Wardah Munir Juzai Dzar Izni Zee Mush Fakhri Nab Nabs. You gotta feel me, man. Fo' yo sistah fr'm n'tha motha. Understand how stupidly heartbroken I am. Till then hate Google for me for not listing out my blog. You love me right? Then... then... hate Google. For me. Just me. I'm lovable right? Okay don't vomit on my carpet now.
Fine. Don't love me. I know I'm not as stalkable as that person sana atu whose name begins with a Z and ends with either an E or an H.
[EDIT OF AN EDIT]
The bloody thing won't budge. Call me desperate, selfish or an attention seeker but damn, why in this cyber world won't my blog pop up?
Gah, bloody fricking hell. When I typed in Fakhri, Munir, Mush Google finally shows my blog?? *facepalms* Whatever.
I'll comfort myself to another random useless project then. Let's see if Zee's name pop out in Google. That would be fun, no?
Sociology class has never been more interesting since Mr Simmonds took over. Sure, he gives me weird looks and has been pointing fingers at us two, but I can brush it off as one of his weird quirks.
Quote of the Day
I hallucinated. When I close my eyes, I see oranges coming towards me.
He was talking about how psychologically traumatized he was after having his worst summer job - watching over bottles of hot orange juice into a cooler and rearranges when they topple over.
This is why it's fun to have English teachers to teach us. During the 45 minutes of the lesson they'd concentrate on what they teach then wastes the fifteen minutes talking about their lives.
During PS4, the only words I remember saying most of the time, roughly, something like a;slskdjkfjghgnekve.
Who wouldn't spazz looking at those slender legs, that tight pants, that fair skin, that cat-like eyes, that mysterious sly smile. It sends shivers down my spine. Yet again, no, I am not a lesbian. I'm describing a guy over here for god's sake.
Just because the description screams the femininity, it doesn't actually mean that I have some weird sick hidden fantasy for females, and have some psychological mental disorder. I just like effeminated men. Because they're purrrty.
Maths. Maths begins with no words to describe how boring it was. ELit was too, but more painfully boring. I slept while listening to the tape about something close to incest, a blonde Italian, Mexicans, and a NewYorkan mafia living in the US. It's a thumbs up that this uncle is gay, and there'll be some not-so heterosexual scenes in the play.
The half and hour nap was goooood.
And a singing blonde Italian mafia is a great catalyst in a play, I swear. In Anis' words, "you were smiling at first and laughed, then your eyes opened wide." It's that good of a catalyst.
Oh congrats to Nadia in her new relationship which just started yesterday.
And Renee Yap which just began a few hours ago. But good god I swear if "you" break my friend's heart I will whack you senseless with my precious camera. Okay maybe not, because this camera is too precious.
Who knew being the wingmanwoman could be so much fun. I've been one since not so long ago.
I love Twitter.
And I like today. Why?
I ate three fillet-o-fish, threelarge fries, twolarge pepsi and an Oreo McFlurry, but I still want more.
Till then folks, look left and right before crossing the road.
I FRICKEN DON'T WANT SAM TO FRICKEN DIE JUST LIKE THAT!!
EEEEEEEEEEEE DIE YOU AMERICAN ARMY DUDE FROM AFGHANISTAN!! DARN YOU JAKKEE!! DARN YOU!
Sammy, you're just too bloody nice to even kill someone to save your life and many others. You're just too bloody nice.
But then I guess the whole Dean holding onto his little brother's dying body so closely totally cancels some of my hate for this episode. And Jake. Did I mention that i hate Jake the American soldier who's originally in Afghan? Yes? Well, I'm just gonna repeat it anyway. I hate Jake for killing Sammy. I hate Ava too. She's a psycho bitch. And she deserves to be killed with her head facing back. Biiitch.
Fuh, and now I will calm myself down and continue to rant in front of the mirror throwing curses at my reflection.
Till then, think twice when trusting someone who says "That's why your head is screwed up, because you're Bruneian."
Yeah, think twice. Even if that teacher person is someone who will help you in your near future.
I feel nauseous. I shouldn't have eaten too much noodles no matter how good it was. Damnation, I need to go to rehab. I'm dangerously addicted to noodles. Dammit, even most the words start with "I". No creativity, no fluo...something.
Oh did I mention Maths is an inanimate object that could braincells and stunts its flourish? No, well it is.
AS was easier than the MPR papers, surprsingly. As for now I would like to bludgeon mine head against a spiky hard thick wall badly softly. It's stupid how sometimes when you think you can never achieve something, in actual fact it can be a;slskdjffhgdfricken achiiiieeevvaabbllleee. Wait, no. Not stupid, it's plain annoying and irritating.
If I cramstudycram ...studied at the very last minute I could've answered the three questions I didn't answer. If I insisted myself more into doing what I was suppose to do, I wouldn't be caught in the middle of some awkward heartrendering situation.
...I knew that thing was some sort of a twisted bad omen.
My right big toe had suffered enough. I hit it twice - once against the door sill and twice the hem of a wall - and I find it to be a miracle that it didn't swell up like balloon with blood oozing digustingly out of the little punctured hole.
Oh oh during breakfast I was all alone partly eating, partly blogging I looked up and a swoosh of black that suspiciously looked like a head swiftly ran or flew behind the white wall.
I figured that it was the nieghbour's maid. But the thing was... fast, and it didn't bob up and down like someone walking, it just swooshhed. Or maybe that could be a progression of my braincells depleting.
After Maths exam, mom picked me up, went to Gadong, aaand hunted for some house thingies. I've been hinting her explicitly about how much I wanted soto - soto for now and for tomorrow's occasion since them GDLS might come over - but my mom said no. Darn. Once again my simple wish to eat soto is... rejected.
Desire had sunken deep in me, then desperation takes place. I neeeeedd bloody neeeeddd noodles. Any type. ANY TYPE.
Then I comforted myself pathetically with Baso' instant cup noodle, then cried 'cause I wanted to feel the slippery delicious texture of noodles inside my mouth. Savouring every take in and out, in and out. Then hiss in pain when the heat becomes too hot for my mouth.
OH BLOODY DAMN THAT WAS A COMPLETELY ORGIFIED PARAGRAPH UP THERE. But really, it was unintentional. I really felt that way but the message given was... so wrong.
Please do not leave comments of how you got turned on or how your ovaries went overdrive. PLEASE. I want this blog to be childrenfriendly. (hits the edge of a wall again) OH YOU BLOODY FUCK MOTHERFUDDER @#$%^&!@#$^%$#!!
Ow bloody fucken Mary, till then kiddies, don't take out any cuss words from this blog. If you do, don't say it's from my blog, just tell your parents you got it from excessive watching of 50cents music videos. Orr some other black rappers.
Nothing unexpected happened, but something fun did happen.
Mom decided that we shouldn't raya till Maths AS on the 17th is done, and you know what her reason was? Karang kan, kalau beraya-raya ngalih jua kan ia ne, ilang focus dalam exam ia krg. Right mom. Riiigghht. I don't get tired just by beraya-ing, we barely walk a stone's throw in every houses. She thinks I'm studying, well, I am "studying". Mun paham bisai.
Guess who crashed my house tadi? Seriously, guess. I dare you.
Can't think who? Try again.
Abis tia? Abis? Sakit kepala memikirkan?
You quitter. Boo.
Well, Fakhri, Yazid and his friend, Qawie crashed at my place just a few hours ago. Or was it half an hour ago. Gah, who cares. So yeah, they came presidential did they arrive. Yazid as the president's driver. Qawie as the one-man bodyguard. And when there's a president's driver and a one-man bodyguard there's always a president. Do I have to say who the president is? That man sitting at the back seat, his arms rested on the headrests with that smug face, Fakhri was acting like he's the president.
They came in and we talked... ever-so-quietly, finished the Kuih Tapak Kuda, took some candies, finished the can of Zesty Zappel, ate Keropok, left and I did not give them ang pau. HAH. I am so badass. A badass whose badass activites only involves some petty evil doings such as not giving ang pau... and... no ang pau giving. Yes, I am soooooo badass and I'm proud of it.
Oh did I mention that Yazid came with a BMW. Dayuuuummm.
Once I get my license I'm gonna own the Tungku Link with my own Black Hummer with those blingin' rims with a pool, a mini bar, hot males models all clinging to me begging for my undivided attention, a bouncer, a club and lots and lots of Jude Deveraux's booksstashed inside the Black Hummer. Yeah, you just wait for another 9 months, you'll see me taking both the left and right lane at the same time and drive like how my momma used to do it.
Back to the topic(that originally wasn't there to begin with), Maths AS will be a bitch.
Tonight I will dress up in my excruciatingly eye-clawing heart-bursting life-taking YELLOW baju kurung. So expect a dramatic rise of heart burn, death tolls, blindness, deafness cases in one night. If your house blacks out, call me and I'll "brighten" up the house. You don't even need any emergency lights, 'cause you got me... in an excruciatingly, eye-clawing, heart-bursting, life-taking YELLOW baju kurung.
If you hear a blood curdling scream as if someone's dying somewhere in Tanjung Bunut, I'm preeetty sure that's my fault.
I love my mom for picking out this colour. I really do.
I wonder what colour she wants me to wear for the next raya visit.
And what was left of today is the smell of buah tarap stuck on my freezing fingers. Have I told you that I couldn't stop myself from sniffing them now and then? You can't blame me, buah tarap is sweet and...it's... sweet. And yellow too.
Raya. Today is the start of this year's raya. First thing I saw as we got to the road : hot white burnniinngg light that I swear can melt my eyes.
MostAll the cars are squeaky clean and probably varnished with too much wax. I had to squint my eyes to see the persons inside at least one car. Alah kerita sultan wah ulihnya.
Like any other first days of Raya we'll be at granny's, take some family photos, eat, layan urang, eat, talk while eating, fight with the guys for a bit before settling down with food. I think I feel myself gain a little bit more weight. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttt.
All day I was cranky, sick, should be bedridden but was not, dying.
We went to three houses and it felt like "OMGNOWAII DID WE? Oh shiiizzzz :O". Sorta like that.
From 1 till 10, my nose never had no tissue stuck in it. Thanks to that, I have a rash under my nose. The red rash under my nose is so sexy. It's IN! srsly.
Oh and I notice that the only thing I've ever eaten from the nine hour long journey was purely entirely chocolate. I am sooo suffering the consequences by tomorrow morning. Fook.
I know this might sound so sad, but heck whatever i'm still proud of it anyway. Overall I have a total of $3 from the ang pau given. (Y)
By the time I got home, I was slightly tired but played with fireworks nonetheless.
One word of advice : When lighting up a firework, do NOT lose focus when working with a lighting...lighter. Or else, you'll be seeing a halfly cooked thumb, which will continue to be painful for a full 3 hours.
Hmm, that's all that's left in my mind. Now I'm wondering if I cold go to Zimah's open house tomorrow. I hope si love ada during the openhouse. That is, if I can come.
Till then people, go easy on the Kuih Tapak Kuda. I don't want my readers to die.
Everyone was, and not me only. I could've taken a picture of the half-dead sleepy/tired EAS mates dying resting their heads on their tables motionlessly, but nooooo I was tired too.
Could've gotten our papers back during the class, but lanky pretty Miss Zari broke her promise.
Miss Zari : "I'll be done marking your papers in 20 minutes" The living dead that is us : *mumbles something incoherent* Nyehjdfsk;alskdjdfhfh While we were busy rotting to our death that is caused by sheer boredom and maybe plain hungry falling alseep that pretty lanky lady kept on going in and out. End result? We never got back our papers. She took up the whole class to be done marking and she's still not finished marking it.
Oh Zimah and me looked through this oldass article from National Geography about Chironex a.ka. somethingalongboxfacejellyfishthat'slikesocreepyandprettyatthesametimewhentheystingthelifeoutitspreyandyeah.
I felt a tad bit like Johnny Quest with all the new scientific discoveries only by reading a magazine that costs more than you can pay your food... all in three weeks. That innocent looking book that lied on top of your table innocently shone its educational radiance practically buuurrrnnnssss holes in your wallet.
Have I mentioned how gheipedophillicperverteddifferent our new Sociology teacher is? Oh I haven't told you that Miss Jules had left to study... the damned Sociology, of course. And now we're stuck with Mr John Simmonds who - I think may be deliberately done - says thiiiinnggs to us. This white guy is cool but when he opens his mouth, weiirdd stuff comes out. No, not some sort of an alien inborn that's spewed out like vomit. If that happened, that would be interesting.
For a whitey as him who would've thought that the guy could be superstitious? He said to us that the room we were using, which is our classroom for Sociology, is his badluck charm. HAH. I love that man! Through his history in MD he used to teach in our class and had been having streaks of goddamnedthat'sfuckenimpossibleohmydearprettydbskboysjusteatmeup distinctionns and ever since two or whatever years ago it's become his badluck charm. UNTIL he moved to the room wherever he's currently teaching.
In conclusion : I knew there was something wrong with that room! And now I have more excuses to tell my mom why I constantly have a static wonderful grade. :DD I LOVE THIS MAN!! *_____________*
This is one of the things where, if you try to make sense of it, it loses its magic.
But there's one thing that perturbs me about this man : he alllwwaayyss look. At. ME. ALWAYS. I don't know what I've done wrong, but if that newspaper, I found on an unknown table and drew moustaches on random politicians' pictures and drew a huge pink BUNNY holding up a poster that says "Sociology screwed me! Now it's potato peeling at the darkest basment floor for me for the rest of my life", was his but I'm sorry! I don't hate you, I just hate the screwed up subject you're teaching us.
Break was bleh. A blur, again. All I remember was more of the living dead roaming and conquering the whole college. And normal stuffs that you wouldn't be gasping about, like, a lizard on a bush, five hot guys all sardined in a petite car driven by one of the most richest students in college eloping to Canada and maybe have an orgy fivesome driving off to the Mall most probably to eat. Yeah, nothing very spazz-worthy.
Speaking of spazzing, there was one... minor incident that caused to spazz for less than three seconds and had to regain myself to avoid further suspiscion. Besides it's been going on from break till the end of PS. Imagine this girl with an active imagination and food-deprived and sleepy and wants entertainment. She resorts to imagining things that shouldn't be in her mind.
I love you, Izni. You made my day. And I will kiss your feet and praise and shower you with more love. I wish I can snuggle you in my arms. And no, I am not a lesbian, thankyouverymuch. I just fell in love with this girl's mind.
Maths was okay too. I pity the hostellites, especially the non-Muslim ones. They were dyiiinngg on their tables during Maths class - the worst way of dying. But it would be fun though, bearing in mind that they're weak and not thinking straight, I could entertainment myself by pushing them and say that it was the wind's fault. Yep, it would've been fun.
Miss Yong decided that we shouldn't have class today and for the first time in my life I grew to like her. ThankYOU! Then wasted time with Zaf&Zati. Zati playing around with PS and Zaf was... plainly being Zaf.
Went home around noon and went around Kiarong to have appointments. Bloody hell they hurt so much.
It's really frustrating how we imply our situations in... things. In my case, I find it annoying but cute, who knows what you think on your side.
We're both cowards, or let me think that we are and not I alone. You know I am a coward.
I'm sorry. Forgive me. I never meant to. But you do know right? The truth, that is.
The safest thing to do, for now, is to veil whatever that is inside. Mask it in any way. You have someone who could most probably be your one. My task is simple; I hide it. All of it. Forever if it is possible.
But thank you for the implication. The minute similarity how could I miss it? In a less emo note, thank you.
They're my family, even if I never wanted to admit that, but I do think they are.
I'm sorry, but that first bit was not even related to anything... that I will blog about. Yesterday, had Maaathhhssss (shakes fist in fury) Why must I attend that boring painstaking class yesterday?? the boringness of it all can kill, I kid you not.
After school was funny. Hamiz kept on clinging onto Juzai's leg screaming, "Big Brrrrooooo, don't goooo!! Stay heeerreeeeeee!". That kid is a stalking maniac, or a maniacal stalker.
I lied. Hamiz didn't actually say that, but from his clinging-ness(dies of bad vocab) he was saying it. It was cute, hearing him saying Abaaaaannngg. HAH. Kakaaa nada. I feel hurt. Hamiz doesn't like me anymore. I'll find another kid to be loved.
......
I sound like a pedophile. Good griefs. I need my meds now.
Stayed there till 2 and fell dead on my bed(Neeessaaa, I got rhyme-d too!) till it's time to be fed. (shoots herself for rhyming)
And the aftermath? Well we still think the Hamiz and Juzai thing is cute.
Okay, till next entry~ Please bring any cutleries on Saturday to school. We need to kill bash a certain someone for a messed, already impromptu, plan.
Having headaches after a good nap of two hours wasn't really foreign to my body, but it's the first that the pain is quite unbearable. I wonder what's happened to me - must be related with some blockage within the veins and capillaries in my brain or something(Astahgafirullah).
Curling up into a ball on my bed doesn't seem to lessen the pain, but I still did it anyway. Pfft.
It's past midnight now and I'm laughing my ass off with these weird discussions.
And the moral to the story is?
Cmon you can think of it. I know you can.
Give up? Pffft. Loser.
Well, turns out that from all that laughing my headache is gone. Which concludes that laughter is the best medicine EVER.
Oh, BTW if it crosses your mind, no, I did not overslept. I don't oversleep, I sleep less than the average hours of sleep I used to have(which is 7 hours). Just two hours of sleep and I still can funtion both my right and left.... although I did not say I can function it well. Errr.
Impromptu activities are such a pain. Fun, but is a pain... in the neck.
Coughing once or twice is quite normal to me, but too many times that I've lost count is quite worrying to me.
Everytime I cough my lungs out, gaaahhh, it feels as if my throat is burning inside and my trachea is torn.
What the hell?
Oh, I've lost all senses of self-resistance. I can't believe myself. After a record breaking of 20 days of not biting my nails, I lost it. Gah. I hate myself. I was so close to admit myself that I can break this habit of mine. Boo me.
Title : Breakdown Pairing : Jaeho; Jaechun Genre : Angst(what else? It's the only genre I'm good at) Length? Uhh, drabble.
Breakdown
"Jae, stop," Yoochun pushed JaeJoong away from the door, "Stop it, calm down."
"Chunnie, let me out," JaeJoong whispered, his voice breaking, "Let me go... stop..."
"Jae, listen to me!" Yoochun grabbed his arms, "Jae, stop!"
This is how things break apart. This is how lives become torn. This is how people break. Yoochun had known of JaeJoong's difficulties with Yunho. He knew about Yunho's drinking problem, he knew about Yunho's 'nights' with women, and he knew JaeJoong knew. He knew JaeJoong pretended to smile when Yunho would come home after a long night of clubbing, wrapping his arms around him, telling him how much he loved him. In some ways it made JaeJoong a fool, or perhaps it showed how much he truly loved that man. Whatever the case, he was the reason that this happened... Yunho was the reason JaeJoong was now what he was. Yunho broke his heart. He hit him. JaeJoong came home, in a state that scared Yoochun. A state that really scared him.
"Let me go!" JaeJoong shouted, "Chunnie go away! Let me go! Stop!"
Tears were streaming out of his eyes at this point as he tried to throw Yoochun off of him, trying desperately to reach the door. He didn't know where he wanted to go, and he didn't care, all he knew was that he needed out... needed to get away...
"JaeJoong!" Yoochun pushed him to the bed, holding him down, "JaeJoong stop! I can't let you go," his voice cracked, as he too, started to cry, "Jae stop..."
"No..." JaeJoong pushed at him again, "Get off... Get off!"
"Jae," Yoochun wrapped his arms around his waist, "Jae."
JaeJoong screamed. He was flailing around, hitting Yoochun's back, kicking him, screaming endlessly, trying to escape... trying to escape the world... everything. Yoochun took it, he took the beating as he held onto JaeJoong, his face pressed firmly against JaeJoong's chest, "Stop, Jae, just breathe!"
The screaming began to die down, being replaced with quiet sobbing, "Chunnie..."
"Jae," Yoochun lifted his face to look his friend in the eyes, "Jae... why you?"
JaeJoong lifted his hands to encircle Yoochun's slim form, entangling their legs... molding their bodies together, "Chun make it stop..."
The three main characters : Jaejoong (love this smexy man to bits!)
Yoochun (You just gotta love this bespectacled man! STARE AT HIS SEXINESS!!)
And the bastard in the story(but a man I love second to Jaejoong),
Yunho.
The pairing : Jaeho, Jaechun. (I friggin love these two pairings!!)
Shivers ran down my spine when the last paper was taken away from my hands. I shivered not because I was afraid. I shivered because, there was something in me that triggered. Relief would be a loose term to it, but close enough.
Walking out of the auditorium was another thing. I swear if it wasn't for my runny nose I could have lie down on the floor and sleep there, with a smile carved on my face. I would, but couldn't. Because I know better than to have hundreds of people stomping on your body.
Then the rest was a blur. Albeit remembering the toilet paper Fakhri gave me to block my runny nose, everything else was blurry.
Drowning in your own watery snot is not really a normal thing isn't it? Should I see a doctor, or is it just not something worth panicking? But I mean it when I say I almost drowned in my own liquified snot. I could've died during the exam. But who cares? It's Sociology.
Since then it has been empty. Nothing interesting, nothing that could set my mind to think that I wish I could relive that moment again. None. Nil. Zilch. Just when I wanted things to calm down a bit, it became too quiet.
And that's all. Pretty much "informative" eh? I feel... down all the sudden. Guh, I need Heechul's craziness to cheer me up.
Ahhfffeeeeeee, I miss you and your posts. Update you lil' crazy furball!!
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