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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.
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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.
Join the Army, meet interesting people, kill them.
Thursday, October 30, 2008 10:05 PM
Don't question why I'm blogging when I'm supposed to angst over statistics -- and cramming. It's the night before Halloween, guys! Again don't ask why but so suddenly I crave for a fright. Give me your horror stories! Your creepy dolls and flash psych outs! Your ghostly blood-covered figures. Pictures of women in white, covered with blood, their demon children without eyes fixing the world with scary grins! I'm giving you total permission to send me sobbing in a corner, clutching the tattered remains of my dignity.
Scare the shit out of me.
Please scare me.* The sanctity of this entire day is at stake.
There is one exception: do not post anything from Ringu. Oh my god, pretty please do not post anything from Ringu, that movie scarred me. *wrings hands* Seriously, I was counting down my seven days to the very last minute, and I sat in a petrified mess in my room when the time came -- "mother," I said, "a dead Japanese girl is about to kill me," and she replied, "okay," and then "pick up your clean laundry on the way, okay." I was traumatized.
I also refuse to watch it again, because I'm convinced it was just a fluke that she missed me the first time.
-- and you know how she kills with her evil eye? My immediate response to anything spooky, like strange sounds in the middle of the night, is to CLOSE MY EYES, because IF I CAN'T SEE HER, SHE CAN'T KILL ME. >:0!!!
So, ah, yeah. No Ringu, bishes. :(( I will totally defriend you, and this will be totally without guilt, though I can't promise I won't scream in a girly fashion and clutch my cat closely beforehand. :((
*wields stick and oppresses!*
(ramble)P/S
oh and by the way if you were wondering how the EAS paper went. In a nutshell: ;SADH;LSADGHICOULDN'TFREAKINGFINISHTHEDAMNTHING. So, uh, yeah, I came out with mixed feelings which I am sure has nothing to do with regret or relief. Maybe my brain was severely fried from wringing out as much English words my brain could recall.
Moral of story: spazzing then short circuiting due to latest album of SHINee must not be repeated. It'll totally brainwash you with muddles of Hangul you don't quite comprehend but yet nod in fake comprehension. Pfft oh sure now my English gets better after the paper. At times.. I resent how my brain functions.
byebye.
Do hnot adjmust your jmohnitorl.
Monday, October 27, 2008 9:54 PM
Thnis is whnat hnappehns whnehn youfr cousihn spil.l. a caffiehneted beverage ohn a k,eyboardl.Thnahnk,ful.l.yk, it stil.l. seejms to be givihng jme thne l.etters I typel. It jmustk, uhnk, adds ohn a buhnchn of ohnes thnat I didhn'tl. So I cahn give off thne il.l.usiohn of hnavihng a perfectl.y hnorjmal.k, hnohn-carbohnated k,eyboard if I tak,e thne tijme to del.ete al.l. thne excess l.ettersk, but it's real.l.y too jmuchn work,l. I al.so secretl.y thnihnk, thnis l.ook,s real.l.y cool.l.Sok, k,idsk, today's l.essohn is: be careful. whnere you put thnat Pepsil. :?))
An MSN conversation between her and her friend(which I secretly snagged. Te he.)Friend: Did you spill anything on it? I did that to my old keyboard and that's what it looked like Cousin: Yeahnk, earl.ierl. Were you abl.e to fic it:?Friend: Nope, unfortunately. I had to get another oneCousin: Ohnk, shnitl.Friend: yepFriend: hehe "shnitl" Cousin: I'l.l. get you ahnd your bl.oody chnick,ehnl.
@edit
Took me more than fifteen hours to realise that my dad's birthday's today. Ha! *geekily pushes glasses up*
Normally I would pass up making birthday greets to any family member like the pretentious bitch I am, but since guilt eats up my guts and it is ripping me apart I figured I better do this if I'm never going to say this in their faces. -- I have no better way to say "Happy birthday dad! You're fourty-seven and ancient."
So:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! YOU'RE FOURTY-SEVEN AND PRETTY ANCIENT. :D :D
Sorry for being a daughter who seized your every bad traits which includes short temperedness, anti socialness, sour faced-ness, etc. But we have same taste in music but you have no idea. *beams*
Sincerely,
Your daughter(who is bytheway thanking you for fixing the A/C system in her room that's been down for some odd months.)
I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.
Friday, October 24, 2008 3:27 PM
I've tried to write this entry about four times, but each time I keep looking back and realizing I've forgotten things, so I edit and add-on and then it gets rambly and irrelevant and ajsgalsjd. I think I've been watching so much Korean media I've forgotten how to properly speak English. (Though I have noticed an improvement in my Korean! Why, not even an hour ago someone sneered "pabo" and I went HA, THAT WAS A RUDE WAY TO ADDRESS SOMEONE. Clearly I am amazing.)
I have six days till the next paper, so I guess this is an okay time to post something. I chose to make this a quote-heavy entry.
So to start us off
on the construction of language (and how you can easily fxck it up[and microwavable cheese]).
Zati: what? o.o
Nab: MICRO---
Nab: okay shit
Nab: i can't spell it
Nab: micro-wa-va-ble....
Nab: is that right
Krissy: Just remember - it's always the wuiet ones.
Krissy: *QUIET!
Krissy: Damnit, typos ruin the drama of it all. XD
on music.
Zati: They won two MTV Europe awards, including "Best Alternative Act", and a Q Award for "Best Live Act".
Nab: FO SHIZZ
Zati: i dunno if you're being sarcastic or real, but yeah.. 'fo shizz'
Zati: hahaha! they won best live act in 2007 also!
Nab: well yeah i'm being serious and the reason why that came out sounding retarded is because i wanted to tell u that i'm gonna go pee but sidetracked by that article. so now i'm gonna tell you that i'll be right back cause i want to pee so badly
Zati: you could have just said brb and tell me about that AFTER you pee =A=;;
on nature's colours.
Nab: AND I AM BACK!
Zati: after peeing!
Nab: with a different colour!
Nab: i mean my font colour is different!
Nab: not.. my pee
Nab: *snickers* shxt that'll be fxcked up
Zati: yes, that will be messed up Oxo
on family.
Nab: bye
Zati: i will miss you, daddeh.. D8
Nab: aww there there kid
Nab: behave while i'm gone
Nab: you know your mother and I love you
Zati: which one's my mother again?
Nab: don't talk to strangers okay
Nab: ..i'm not sure, son. but it's got to be one of the women i slept with
Nab: wait no
Nab: your mother had you even if she wasnt pregnant
Nab: you came from a gigantic peach we found on the banks.
Nab: and you glew like an angel
Zati: my mother... is a peach...
Nab: an angel with sticky sweet peach juice
Zati: OH. MY. GOD. I'm not human!!
Nab: at least you might taste good
Zati: YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!!
Zati: get away from me, carnivore!!
Nab: but son.. you came from a fruit
Nab: doesnt make me a carnivore
on influence.
Nab: bxtch got no dissin' skillz
Zati: using ZZ's as replacement for SS's are so last 10 years ago man
Nab: but i am TEH PIMPZ
Nab: my hoes, let me show you them
Zati: wait, you're in those comms where you actually use those
finally, some wise words to guide you through hardships of romance.
Friend1: I Love love.. love girls.
Nab: i'm never showing you my girl friends you sex maniac!
Nab: omg wow. wanna have a threesome btw?
Zati: I'm your son! go use your bxtch!
Nab: 'ell nah! bring it!
Nab: you, me, tomorrow at dawn
Nab: bring your strap on. the battle begins now, ho
Zati: midnight lah
Zati: dawn people can still watch
Nab: bend over prz
Zati: the top don't do that
Nab: i'm middle. i'm co-pilot and in families, co-pilots are moms. dads always listen to moms
Nab: so listen to co-pilots, thus the listen to middles, therefore obey me. bend over nao
Zati: nevah!
Nab: individuality hurts. join to conformity
(one of the most random things I could come up with for the sake of updating.)
@edited ('cause it'll look ugly if I post another dialogue post twice. AND also because I forgot few more)
on geekiness(and how it could happen to you.)
Nab: Hah. I'm in your profile.
Azim: I'm sure your world is bursting with happiness.
Nab: Well, I did sort of blink in ecstasy.
on the importance of optimism.
Nab: i'm going to give free antidepressants to everyone who whines from now on.
Nab: you have a chemical imbalance, take a pill.
Zati: ... oxo
Nab: b'cause that's what it all is right? you don't have an artistic soul that yearns for death, your seritonin level is too low. no, you're not Van Gogh. you're not special. I thought I was special too and I took pills and now I'm happy. Look at me bounce. :):):)
on life itself during the adolescent years.
Friend2: I love being a teenager.
Friend2: It gives you an excuse to whine.
Friend2: "I bang my wrists against things." "Why?" "I'm a teenager." "Oh, okay. :-)"
on food. (my personal fav)
Krissy: I HATE LOW CARB DIETS
Nab: GOD SHUT UP ALREADY
Krissy: YOU FAT PEOPLE
Krissy: GO OUT AND RUN LIKE A REAL PERSON
(I should stop. Sorry for the.. unfunny.)
(Krissy, come back to Brunei soooon~ We can walk around the Mall like a bunch of tards! xD)
Call me schizo, but I'll always have each other.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 7:51 PM
Let's see.
I once pretended to fly, but my foot slipped and kicked the glass off the window. Second time I never trusted my fingers ever again after (here's a fine one) the thick folded piece of paper flew to the teacher's eye (the history of my bad aiming goes faaar back). Sebanarnya kan melastik urang di dapan -_-' who was by the way just a meter away.
Twice you took the blame and both times I didn't dare to thank you. I felt ashamed yet grateful to have someone like you in my circle.
You are one of the few I look up to.
And happy birthday, Kah. :)
Goodluck with the A's.
My reality check just bounced
Tuesday, October 14, 2008 11:38 AM
Fact one: First paper starts tomorrow.
Fact one, sub-section A: I don't want to go.
Fact one, sub-section A, sub-sub-section the first: This means I'm willing to go to any lengths to avoid thinking of the impending doom that is Wednesday morning, at any cost. No distraction method is too great, no procrastination activity too unthinkable.
Fact two: I've not updated since 30th Sept.
Fact two, sub-section A: I'm getting tired of looking at my dead blog.
Fact two, sub-section A, sub-sub-section the first: This means I've been looking for a way to post about hiatus, but I've been hindered by time constraints, lack of creative ideas, and the vague suspicion that no one would actually read them in the event I chose to make this quick and short.
Fact one, sub-section A, sub-sub-section the first + fact two, in its entirety =
Conclusion: LIFE LESSONS WITH NABILAH JOHARI.
p/s
Sections and sub sections is kinda cool. I might do this again. Till then kids, this blog I leave for dead. (jk) Hiatus till hopefully by the end of A-levels. Hopefully till my motivation lasts to 21st November.
And by the way, GOODLUCK to all of you guys! To anyone sitting for O's, A's, PMB, PSR and many other kinds of written/practical/oral examinations you're having (or will have), break a leg. Literally is fine too.Labels: hiatus
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