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.

puffy hands ftw

Wednesday, March 19, 2008 6:34 PM

I would be excited like :D :D :DDDDDDDD

...but no. Due to the last minute packing I've been strutting around the house for painstaking hours and my fragil-- [snorts from audience] shut uppppp -- my fragillleeee feet was aching to rest.

Everything's packed up in my semi-huge luggage, minus the things I'll be using tomorrow norning - it's listed there... on my mirror. Yes, mirror. I don't have a picture of it, but I ain't kidding apparently there is a list on my mirror. I wrote on it. With black ink. And some red. And blue.... And I think my handwriting looks pretty there. Haha. Okay lame.

Damn iiiittt.

I haven't left Brunei and I'm a little homesick. What the heelllll.

One thing I'm hoping not to happen is my mom sobbing. Gaahhhhh! Emphasis on the "Gaaahh!" [sigh] She cries, I cry, all emotional, ngrrrh, nooooooo. No nonononoo.

SO,

in 9 days

Twitter will be dead. The blog too. Most probably the tagboard too. For niinnnnee days.

Okay 'sall.

I'LL MISS YOU GUYS LIKE HELL. AND BRUNEI TOO.

I'm gonna miss the burnin' scorchin' heat here. How I wish I could somehow lay down on the road and roll around it, feeling the radiated heat. Be it that a car carries bits of my crushed, pulverised body.

Oh bye. I'm sleepy.

Before I go...

My hand itches so muuccch. What the puuuckkk?!

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