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.

Boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.

Sunday, December 21, 2008 9:21 PM

For an entire fortnight, I only ate what I called 'nuclear meals'. These were meals made entirely by combining random things from cans in bowls and microwaving them until they suited my somewhat dubious standards of 'done'. Water was not an acceptable additive; dried spices were. The idea was that these were the things I'd all be eating during the holiday, so I might as well get used to them now. Nutritionally, this is near-suicidal, but my mother let me do it anyway, because she glanced at me eating the 'nuclear meal' once and walk past by like it's the norm thing to do.

In an entirely less surreal news, swimming yesterday at Empire Hotel seemed fun. I say 'seemed' because even though I joined in the group I felt like not swimming. No, really, I know how to swi-- dive, I know how to dive up and down a pool but the mood wasn't right .

Family and I had a somewhat quality time together but I had to act like some teenage chick who just hit puberty again(Aah, the dark times). Sorry, family, but I assure you there was much listening to Linkin Park involved to prove my guilt. Sorry, brother, for snapping at you. Sorry, mom, for giving you cold shoulders. Sorry, dad, for.. -- well, you triggered this but I'm sorry nonetheless.

Well anyway how're y'all during the holidays? Judging from how little you update you guys are having the time of your lives huh. While I will be... fusing my skin with the mattress. Yes, through the quilt and bedsheets. I'm bored to tears, man. Oh I finished reading The Summerhouse and currently reading The Kite Runner and Monstrous Regiment,
ʎɐʍ ʇɐɥʇ looɔ ɯ,ı ǝsnɐɔ,

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