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.

my pretty gem

Thursday, March 13, 2008 7:11 PM

This post is not meant to offend anyone specifically.

I never really liked being in a debate. Despite the sensation that sends tingles down your spine you feel whenever you win, everything is not real. Every debate you need to go against the competitors, rebutting their points and all that. It can be tiring competing one another and some ends in a neck and neck, throating eachother.

This is why I don't like debates. The pressure. The pressure has always been artificial.

Debates are all adversarials. What good can you make with proving your point, unless it does change the world. What good comes out when, in debates, you try too hard to achieve what doesn't really matter to you.

I do not mean to cause any angry sparks, but really now; do you feel happy when you debate?

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Who cares if you're an able person. You're still a person with a heart and emotions. Along every journey there tends to have a bump and you stumble upon it. We're never perfect.

Carrying happy memories is as good as having bad ones. It's the thing that keeps us human. You make friends, have them till forever if it's not far-fetched. When you stumble your friends would have your back, give a hand, console you. Why do you think we're there?

Tears are the safety valve of the heart when
too much pressure is laid on it.

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

We love you. I know you don't have to be reminded about that. :)

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