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.

these pens and what I write with them

Wednesday, May 28, 2008 5:17 PM

Just when I thought there was a little speck of hope to be able to talk freely with anyone, it bulldozes and crumbles everything. Fook it.

in a nutshell

- my skin and my mirror had my post secrets, then erased.

- I had fillet o fish. Thank you Izni!

- It's mid year depression, so... everyone's depressed.

- I feel slightly guilty for not attending most classes for the past two weeks. My head was... well, uh. Speaking of my head, I'm still not thinking right. I haven't attended Maths class for two weeks in a row. EAS classes had been lifeless. In Elit everyone's distracted. In Socio class however has the totally same mundane vibe. So I like going to Socio.

- 30th will be a slightly less busybusybusy day. Thank god. All I need to do now is to get used to the new bathroom.

Ugh, I write like a little girl.

I know you're reading this Sufi, and that you know how distracted I am. But heeeyy, I'm SMILINNGGGGGGGGGGGG okay. I'm being happy. trying to. Gila bida eh this post.

Damn damn damn this is completely different from the SF era. HAHAHahaaaaa. SF. SF. sf. ess effff.

Paluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

KEYMASH KEYMASH A;LSDJFL;ADLHGDSKH.

I am going cookoo. Wai halo tharrr.

I'm a bitch, say hello to si Bitch here. :D :D And I am a bad person. D:

D:

:D

D':

not hyperventilating.

damn it damn it damn it. HAhahahha I'ma post a private post in my wordpress account.

Oh yeah, I never mentioned about might-be moving to Wordpress.com :D D:

No Zati I am not listening to emo songs. No Fatin, I am not cutting myself. I'm shaving myself.

No Juzai just because I had a lighter with me and it was mine doesn't make it seem like I smoke or hurt myself by burning my skin.
You, stop clinging onto me. I hate you. Don't make me slap you.
Dude Azim where you at? I need you

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