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.
I'd want to say that I'm pathetic, but that's besides the point here.
There are many things I want to tell you blodders. No, blodders doesn't mean "blog readers" because the term might offend the prudes who'd think that blodders could mean a chunk load of swear word chopped and glued together as one whole lame cuss which reminds of a cow's udder.
But that's besides that point either.
The pokok of this entry is...
Or even,
Those three macros were wayyy overdue. In two previous posts I told myself that I would post them up, but laziness got the better of me. T__T
So yeah.
I kept saying that MD's guitar performance will suck, but he was there. WITH a guitar in his hands. WITH his own fingers strumming the strings. And good god, I would flail my arms making incomprehensible high-pitched noise of someone witnessing the divine essence of HOT, upon staring the sheer pelvic thrusts, flexing taut muscles as they strummed.
*__________*
*fans self*
And and, the FANBOYS! Who could forget the fanboys bellowing "C!!" which caused me to jerk up roaring "FANBOYS UNITE!! HOO-HAAAAAH!!"!
If I did not stupidly left the battery but brought my 8.1 megapixel camera only, I may have taken the screencaps frame-by-frame, as to best capture the oblique orgasmed expressions of every guitarists, especially him. And the hard pelvic thrusts. And the wet lips. And the constant stolen glances and ambiguous sly smile of interaction between him and this other awesome guitarist whose name I will not mention but I would tell if you asked.
What? I'm just sayin'.
Other things that made me not regret going for the perf :
- the "8 people in a band" orgy.
- the total and questioning buttsecks. BETWEEN TWO GUITARISTS.
- (...although the perf was completely not up to my expectation yet again) this one performance by a group of supposedly MD-ians whom I swear I've never seen before in my life. They own asses!
- A-and there were man --, I mean GUITAR grappling. *___* Who can resist not watching it?
Oh and since today is the last day of school some of us GDLs went out to the Mall. The guys went before us girls, because we had to wait up for this one particular person for an hour.
But all's good. Instead of watching a movie, we wasted time in the arcade, eating, watching Naruto, stuffs.
BACK TO THE STORY. Guitar performance was some awesome brain bursting mind flailing experience. Well for me that is.
Randomly, FANBOYS UNITE!! HOO-HAAAAAAAAH!! and bandorgies are nice.
I'm really sorry for being such a moody bitch today, since today is a special day for someone. I was moody because of my VIP thing.
I even escaped Socio class in my empty ELit class and wallow in frustration and sadness, and killed time by reading David Copperfield and as always I didn't get it. And I am very confused of Ham Peggory's gender.
Being swallowed into this whole thing is all because of Miss Zari made me realise about myself : I bear zero confidence in me.
Ironically enough(since she is a teacher) she told me to go out more at nights. (Y) She is awesome right? Being analytical that she is she sees that when I'm pressured, for example in an examination hall, everything comes to a standstill; I get mentalblocks. Thus my EAS paper was a cockout. She didn't expect me to fail the paper.
All the realisation dampened my mood, and we both are working on getting solutions to my problem. But still I couldn't find any. So she said to me to go out at night more; socialize more; talk to your friends; gain confidence along the way.
That's what she advices me to do : Socialize more and go out at night more.
My academic-realted problem is not the only thing bothering me. There are some other things too.
HOWEVER THAT WAS NOT THE POINT OF THIS ENTRY!! to dzariifah iskandar; selamat menyambut hari jadi -- and why the hell did I speak Malay? HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY DZAR the Catwoman. rawr? Too bad that my camera died before I could get pictures of the yummy cake. I will admit here that if I had the cake all by myself in my room, I'd smother myself with the chocolate and -- yeah.
How many days has it been not blogging anything leaving this already crappy blog dead?
So I have two QotD's left overdue so maybe I could use those as a peace offering for the many days of not blogging; that with two of my new macroswhich I know majority of you BLODDERS don't find very fascinating but heck.
"If you're born a girl,
you're born a handicap."
"Some of my little friends are not here.
But don't worry, I will take my revenge."
Haha. Say to me he is not a funny man. Haha. TRY. Try and I'll blow up every entrails of your body, you wish you didn't just said that. I love this man's humour. LOVE it.
There hasn't been much going on in exception of some that are too personal to talk about here. Oh that reminds me, if you read my twitter a few updates back there were references about vomit right? I've been spewing out reds and greens and water out of my guts the time I was really sick.
And it got me thinking whether fate really hates me and loves me to get sick before any big exams of any subject I really hate. Once it was IRK - years ago, and now it was Sociology. People had been saying to me that it must've been the stress.
But what they didn't know was that I don't stress myself out of anything. Or do I? What the hell. I have a bad memory. And a bad tainted mind. And a big fat bulging tummy. Also an appetite that wasn't how it used to be. All thanks to the vomitsickfevermorehurling thing.
I've been eating less and have a tendency to wanting to hurl it when it got too much. And by too much it's just half a plate of plain rice. Or less. What is wrong with my tummmyy.
Just when I was so close to surreptitiously defeat Zimah's brother's unbelivably mammoth-like appetite. He doesn't know that I was competing though. Hah. Call me a coward and I'll eat your head whole.
I was so close to beating him. SO CLOSE. And Zimah being witness to it. So close.
Nuffuva that.
I had another bowl of Tom Yam the next week and ever since that vomitsickfevermorehurling thing I barely finished half of it. I was depressed since then.
Yesterday Zimah, Dzar, Mush, Fakhri, Nuar, Sin and I went out the afternoon to go to KFC. The funny thing was the journey to go there.
Let's just say some of the drivers would remember me in school uniform, and it is proven that no car hood is a way of disgracing yourself once you pop out of it. And it is a way of making people remember you for a long long time, usually talked about in a party in a social group where they'd laugh at people's stupid antics.
KFC can never be not good unless they ruin the gravy on the mashed potato.
[pictures will be put here once I get my grubby small fingers on Dzar's camera. Haha and there'll be lots of picture of a car bonnet with a person inside it who I will not mention who. Haha.]
Then we strolled around the Mall and entertained ourselves around the candystall, contemplating which sugar-filled snack to get. Was gonna buy something sour when the auntie who was selling the candies said that the sourness is only on the outer shell.
In the end Fakhri made me buy the Tongue Splashers. [Yet again there'll be pictures of our tongue if there's one in Dzar's camera]
One last word, you and me be effingly hot goths. Chillax~ Shoot me for being a retard.
Well I gotta go chumps. Wanna watch the Jeckyll CDs that Dzar lent me. Heard it's OHMYFUCKEN good.
Fretting whether the other BE mates would bring anything for tomorrow which doesn't include their freeloading stomach and their clothes. I worry too much.
Yes, Zati's right. I worry too much. Snap out of it. (slaps self)
Not only that I'm worried about, my head's spins more thinking about what colour to wear. Not that my closet has a wide range of colours. I'm worrying whether the food's gonna be too much for me to carry that I might drop all the noodles and sauce to the floor. Damn.
Well at least it's not OCD.
WHICH reminds me to empty out the pictures from my memory card and charge my camera's battery. I want need to record Zuhri and his singing partner singing. Heard they could make you not sleep for weeks.
Okay I lied. I made that up. I just heard that they're good, is all. Really good.
I've been pissy. I've been acting like a bitch. Because I've been hungry. Because I didn't eat breakfast nor lunch. Neither did I have my supper!
This Friday I had been booked.
I woke up early, showered, went out around 10, had an appointment, shopped for stuff, stuff and did stuff and more stuff.
By the time we reached home was around 6 then I could eat.
As I've mentioned before, I've been fretting about what colour to wear.
During the intervals of blogging, Fakhri and the others somehow made my decision.
I AM GOING TO WEAR ORANGE.
The only one in GDL wearing orange. And am not happy about that.
Most of them're gonna wear green and since I have no good shade of green I have no choice but to go with orange.
2. .....A friendly note for Fakhri To Fakhri, I have some lengthy things to say to you. But considering I'm torn to watching Jurassic Park and blogging, I'll only make this quick and in a jiffy.
Fakhri, One word : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Let me be frank,
Yes. That was the most frank and straight out forward comment my semi sane mind could come up with.
Believe me when I say your new look freaked me out, even if it was only a picture. I figure seeing you in the flesh would cause some permanent psychological and internal brain damage. srsly.
3. To think that the wonders and magic of YunJae had died... but when you think about it.
If they're straight, they will create another generation of gorgeous squinty hotasses.
If they're gay, it means that somewhere in this world, most probably in the janitor's closet, they're making out with each other.
EITHER WAY, WE WIN. Or just me.
But HEY the YunJae goodness lives forever.
Wasn't it absolutely A;SLSKSKSJDJDJDG MADE OF WIN??
Jaejoong, what person won't think up ideas when they're around you. Hah. You should know better and embrace thy inner femininity.
4. And a;slkjfdskf oh my god I am in PAROXYSMS OF GLEE because have I ever mentioned that Zimah and Zati are so awesome together and they both easily share space in my Top Five Awesome Fllyyy People I'd Like To Elope to Canada With, Who Cares About Gender Barriers Anyway We Can Be Lesbian Mounties With Little Hats and a;sklfjksdlfjdk photobook.
GAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA.
They both quench my desire made me happppppeeeeeee.
Both these girls came with teh answer to my sorrow.
Look below. No, not that below you pervs.
OHOHOHOHOO. Top of the list baaabbyyy~ TOP OF THE FRICKEN LIST!!
So all along you just need to type in Blog Limerence GDL. My undying, raging love for these two awesome people is almost at the same level as my love for Korean/Japanese boyboy lovin'.
I --
I love you guys. *breaks down into tears on the tear-flooded floor*
Of course you can't guess the answer. *rolls eyes* And no, I'm not trying to be snarky here.
I've mentioned in the previous entry that I'll find comfort out of this shallow sorrow, and Zimah's name is the victim.
Due to the last entry the responses were awesome-er than having Soto in the middle of an ungodly hour. And I mean it. ILY guys. God bless you, my awesome readers. God bless you crazy. And in one of the tags, the awesomely smart&super productive more than me ZATILhad all the answers to my sorrow. She suggested Google Blog Search.
I used it!
I --
I used it.
I used it and typed in Maktab Duli.
And what did I get? Screw de ja vu. Screw it. And that's all I will say.
I typed in Maktab Duli GDL, screw it. Maktab Duli GDL, screw it. Maktab Duli geng dapan library, Maktab Duli MD, Maktab Duli MD di Brunei wah, none. Once again, screw you search engines. Screw. You.
I typed in Zee Rahman on a whim, and it is by far the most crushing, inveigh-instigating, rancorous, utterly inane hair-pulling exasperating excuse for a search engine I have ever come across to.
I love it.
Well sorta.
I lied. It really does frustrates me.
Zimah got listed in. At the most top number one.
Oh gheijoy.
Dzar's blog is listed, with the help of Zee's name.
Ipso facto it prompt my disavow--burning desire to promote my blog wish to disseminate my online journal and I will mention Zee Rahman in here once in while, or a lot of times. *shrug*
And if you're wondering, no, I won't explode in a sudden burst of outrage when I find out I won't find my blog again. So come on back here, or at least come nearer than your 10 miles radius restraint. I'm not a cannibal, I promise I ain't.
Tally ho people. Till then hate search engines with me. It will be considred a mortal sin if you don't.
I've been slightly more or less productive an hour ago, and it's the only time I've ever been so productive.
Back to the main thing;
Hours ago I've been bawling my eyes out thinking whether to do it or not - at which the it I don't plan to tell - and, I guess, after the one-on-one girl talk(which kinda includes a lot of heartfelt confessions, sudden outpour - as in tears, dammit - insecure emotional state) it drilled in me deeper than I had expected.
It left me thinking.
Thinking about a lot of things, really.
Things that really could send into tears in matter of seconds. Yeah, that touchy sensitive issues and the likes.
So I was made to think while I was in the shower whether I should continue. Forget and let time mend the wound, or continue on for the sake of friendship.
Then a hour ago with eyes as red as buah pinang, and sunken deep, and just a big pile of mess in pursuit to comfort myself, plus I was feeling bored, I googled the name Maktab Duli in hopes of seeing if my blog is in the list.
I'm not sure whether to feel relieved or heartrendered at finding that my blog wasn't in that list. So I made more keywords in it, for example, Maktab Duli, Maktab Duli PMAMB, Maktab Duli MD, Maktab Duli. Most of the stuff there I see GDL's blog a lot. Haha. :D
Then I wanted to see if my blog would appear. I've written Maktab Duli catalyst, Maktab Duli GDL, Maktab Duli limerence. None. I wasn't satisfied just yet when I took a more drastic measure.
You know what I wrote down?
You reaaallyy wanna know?
You fricken serious you wanna know?
Well fine, let me C&P. I typed GDL Wardah Munir Juzai Dzar Izni Zee Mush Fakhri Nab Nabs. Yes, I was that desperate to know if my blog was known. Haha. And no, I won't say that I'm hungry for popularity. Well, in this case my blog. Not myself. I don't want myself to be famous; just me blog.
Haha. God, tell me how stupid was I to go that far to see if my blog is listed out. And it actually did. :D Well somewhere below GDL's blog, Izni's, and Neesa's. Damn, how sad.
So I was thinking that if maybe I could boost up my blog into the upper list in Google by mentioning Maktab Duli more often here.
Yeah.
MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI
MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI MAKTAB DULI
Haaah. Now after I post this useless entry up, I'll google again Maktab Duli and see if it works.
[EDIT] Aii membari sakit ati jua tu. I googled Maktab Duli and I found none of my blog and them GDLs, Izni's, Neesa's although I found Ing Siang's. The second time I tried with Maktab Duli GDL, the membari sakit ati thing was I found none of my blog again. Gila baiieee. And and the most shocking yet funny thing was after GDL's blog was listed out I found Juzai's friendster.
And how did I react? "-_____- O__________O WTF??!! Gah, I need to pee. But for god's sake, where in God's name is my blog??" Yu-huh. After Juzai's fster was Qawie's blog. And he's not even in GDL or even in MD anymore. Hah. Gila membari sakit ati wah, parah wah jantung ane. PARAH. Merati PARAH?? Kalau inda, click saja ane, jangan galat eh. Kalau masih inda merati tanya Cigu Bahasa Melayumu ah, tanya ia apa ertinya Parah hati jantung jiwa sejiwa-jiwanya parah kan dibunuh diri ane inda jua si Nab ah. Yeah, ask her/him that. Tapi flowing lah darah merah ini dalam hati dan jantung ini. FTW? Hiiiisshhhh. I just want my blog to be listed out without typing out keywords that are soo fricken specific like GDL Wardah Munir Juzai Dzar Izni Zee Mush Fakhri Nab Nabs. You gotta feel me, man. Fo' yo sistah fr'm n'tha motha. Understand how stupidly heartbroken I am. Till then hate Google for me for not listing out my blog. You love me right? Then... then... hate Google. For me. Just me. I'm lovable right? Okay don't vomit on my carpet now.
Fine. Don't love me. I know I'm not as stalkable as that person sana atu whose name begins with a Z and ends with either an E or an H.
[EDIT OF AN EDIT]
The bloody thing won't budge. Call me desperate, selfish or an attention seeker but damn, why in this cyber world won't my blog pop up?
Gah, bloody fricking hell. When I typed in Fakhri, Munir, Mush Google finally shows my blog?? *facepalms* Whatever.
I'll comfort myself to another random useless project then. Let's see if Zee's name pop out in Google. That would be fun, no?
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