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.

as the toothpaste lies on the tiled floor

Tuesday, February 12, 2008 5:28 PM

I am annoyed but at a fair extent. They wouldn't want to stop calling me by that unflattering name. No matter how many times they'd put their hands over their ears.

No, I am not upset. Just hungry. Famished. HUNGRY.

During EAS for the life of me I've never done this much of work in my almost 12 months in class. We - being Sally, YeePing, Saa'adah, Sufi and I - had wasted the whole period picking out colours(for our tabloid), arranging(our tabloids), cutting and sticking, decorating the heading(with our bungling mad skillzz of failure in attempt of scrapbooking); and all that was done with all our might.

And I've just notice that Mr Simmonds calls us ladies, "sisters". Haha and there I was siting at the most back doodling, thinking that he went knockers looking to his right calling someone "sister".

I want to join in the fun too. Wassap yawzz Brotha Simms!

Ugh, lame. Wasn't even funny.

Oh and you-know-who-you-are there is no proof that, globally, women laugh more than men, only studies that suggest that perhaps in certain circumstances and in certain parts of the world, this is so.

But then why shouldn't we?

Laughter is a universal expressor, praised for its glorifying ambiguity and strategic masking abilites. I mean, laughter can release great pain as easily as it can great joy, aaaand it can turn great any insignificant utterance. With the desire of situational-reality control strived for by women, laughter becomes a dangerous weapon, a versatile utility to swing momentum, claim dominance, and completely befuddle the opposition.

Used wisely, a woman's laughter (haha I notice I'm getting offtopic here) can crumbe; the stronghold of any hand on any oject. Aaaand I'll stop there, I went instantly blank afterwards. Notice the big words? That one big chunk of paragraph took me around 30 minutes. Shiiit, I'm getting suckier these days.

THAT WAS TOTALLY OFFTRACK, I'M SORRY.

Today for the first time in ages I don't chase anyone. Slap anyone. Yell at anyone. Or even bite. Allll thanks to the ol' coloured butterfly blotch.

To the owner of the blue jacket, I would gladly and willingly wash that jacket if you want to. And if you plan to burn it, scream like a batty hippy then party like it's [insert your choice of year], then do it and I won't feel offended.

KDKSDFHDASLKFHASDHASUI! Hahaha "hasui". ftw.

Speaking of ftw, Michelle/Maxxie FTWFTWFTWFWTW EFF NO YOU BEEEETCH GET AWAY FROM HIM!! OMGEEEE why am I so stupid and tempted to click for the spoiler! lkasfhkls eeee Maxxie's just... ADORABLE.

Oh by the way, I now can confidently say that my Maths teacher hates me. Who cares ah. Let him grow old stressing over the bad students till the last strand of hair on his already shiny cueball head falls. That way I could easily concentrate in class - yeah, concentrate not trying to laugh or snort - but then his shiny head would be excuse enough that I can't see the board no matter what angle as his cueball head burns my eyes.

Actually I can smell my eyes frying.

Oh, no I'm not disrespecting my own teacher; just making fun of him. Making fun of people is totally harmless especially when it comes to your teacher. Believe me if you put aside the many glares he throws at me.

Question yourself : What would Wiccans do? DOMINATE THE WORLD. With a lush jungle of long thick white chest hair with glitter. And with the armpit smell right after you play futsal for long hours then to have the electiricity out. Dominate the world with that. In a few seconds, deodrants, soaps, clean warm water will always be in your hands. That's what you should have in life : Deo, soap, shampoo, clean warm water.

Doncha hate my randomness? ;afhadsl skins fan number one bebeh.

It scares me shitless when the window makes crack noises and the A/C with its creaking noises. As long as there's nothing l;sahflassupernatural and freaky I still can appear in school sane and with my uniform the right way round.

And I would not like to be caught in the morning wearing boxers and a shirt by a bus filled with boys whilst opening the gates and taking out the mails.

Till then,
Eat food, not drinks. Drink drinks, not food. Otherwise a high chance you might choke and die. Haha dim wit.

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