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.

she's 17 and STILL looks young

Thursday, November 29, 2007 5:31 PM

Once again, I was a moody bitch, but a sobbing moody bitch who freaks the hell out of people who saw me bursting into tears.

Once again, I want to beg forgiveness from all of you for today. That I freaked you out. That I took a lot of your time to calm me down. And to the little portion of people I talked to I'm sorry that I exploded and screamed in your face.

This'll sound cliche. This'll make your eyes roll. But really now that I think of it, it was really stupid.

A lot of you are enduring it, going through the same thing as I do and I respect all of you for taking it in so gracefully in contrast of myself who took it in and let it all out... not so gracefully.

I feel like a nutjob when I recall everything from yesterday and two days ago.

Yet again, I want to say sorry to the people whose shoulders I've humidify, whose dignity I've trampled, whose forearms I've crushed, whose time I've wasted.

In honest fact, for the first time this year and in my whole life opening to people feels relieving. And I'm glad I did to a handful of you people.

Thanks to all of you, for the tissues, your shoulders, your, uh, lap, your concerns and the pats on my head it feels nice. It feels lighter inside; soothing.

I'm sorry but thank you. I really am, on both accounts.

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ANY-KA-POOTS.

Today is sapa punya birthday ah? I don't knoooooww. :D Just kidding you Tabasco eater.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DAYANGKU NURUL IZZATI HAZIMAH BINTI HAJI ABDUL RAHMAAN!

*dies on the floor; out of breath*

Ha -- Happ-- ppy... Birrrthhh --- ddaaayyy... to...

Y-O-U! YES, YOU!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

I bet if a lot of people were made to sing the birthday song for you, Zimah, with your fullname the number of people dying juts up dramatically, consequently banning the singing of a birthday song for you.

I know it's not funny, 'cause I'm not trying to be. Imagine, man. It could happen!

Happy 17th you "hot body-ed but trying to make it slimmer which could make you more boney than ever" person!

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