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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Monday, October 1, 2007 8:37 PM

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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