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.

bent to your will

Monday, April 21, 2008 1:02 PM

I want to tell the world that love could make me fly. That against the odds of gravity and science, some things is meant to be magical and silly. I am enchanted, not by you or by anyone else, but of the very fact that I could believe in something that I couldn’t touch, hear, smell, taste or see.

Even if you don’t know love, you could always pretend to.

I'm ~~tired~~ ~~drowsy~~ ~~tired~~ A;SFKLAHFDKSJG. Psychologically. Physically. Quite sure the pills had a hand in this.

Tell me to be positive and see the funny side of life, I do right now. Personally I took up the first choice than the other - which is to curl up a die -, and many women I know do that because we are tough and capable of adjustment on a regular basis. What the hell is she talking about, you say.

Well.

I have no idea. It just came to me, is all. Innocent as the question imposed. What question? A;SLGHSDJ PMS mode is on. Plus the meds aren't helping either.

However don't fret lads and lassies, I'll make my appearance in school soon-ish, health rather good-ish and skin fine-ish. :) I might say things awkwardly but hey I like awkward. Awkward is nice.

...whoever invented boredom must've been mad at life for being so amazing. And you just wasted five seconds. But exciting... in a cannibal kind of way. :D

Am not making any sense am I? ....BYE!

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