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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.
ily japanese writers for making me bawl


I remember a few months back when I used to be in the college Journal club, as one of the photographers. And I also remember reading a person's work of pure literary. It was generally about life in high school. Not in Brunei though; plain western.

Hah. N00b. She still thinks like a premature snot-filled kid who plays with Barbie... the whole set. With Kenny. And her daughter little sister.

So other than the fact the 10 page worth of "literature" was below par. Let me quote so it's not from my very lips, "It's like some drunk writer who just hurled. I wouldn't want to be this girl if I publish this." I mean really. The metaphors inda kena mengena lagi, the words. It's like she just threw in words she just discovered in the dictionary and used it.

I'm not trying to humiliate this person, and I'm not gonna say her name. But it was so painfully awfully too cliche it pains me even reading one sentence from any page.

Despite it being too dreadful to recall I remember a sentence or at least I think it is, but the punchline I remember just not the name.

Oh my god Stephanie is really cool isn't she? She's like COOLER THAN THE NORTH POLE!

Hahahahahalmaorofllololll. COOLER THAN THE NORTH POLE? Good god who in their right mind would say that? Like, really now. If you come up to some guy in band with real talent or someone you really look up to, you don't say to them OMG Like you ARE so cool! I mean, you're practically cooler than the North Pole! ILY let me kiss your feet!

No no no no no no. Heo no you di-int say that.

Hmm I wonder if Miss Editor still keeps the thing for her own entertainment.

Oh and one more thing I'd like to share with you wonderful people : I am not bored... NOT ANYMORE! XD XD

I will be missing Zatty for twenty-fricken-six days. Haha I'll be expecting twenty-fricken-six days of no out-of-ordinary conversations. And her random "so WASSSSSSSSSSAAAAP NAB?". HAHAHAHA man, that still got me. Funny as ever.

Damn slow sad song about death that kept on reminding of a certain sad Jdrama about a girl who lose her control of her nerves then in the end dies as she couldnt control of her own breathing which was really really doleful.

I remember expressing everything I felt while watching the drama and most of the female MSN contacts PMed about it. HAHAHAHAHA. Man, I miss watching it. I should buy the DVD. Or download it. However my RAM is almost full. I had to sacrifice the old videos and songs and pictures for more space. But it's -- just -- SO HARD. T___T

I WANT TO WATCH ONE LITRE OF TEARS. I want to bawl my eyes out in every episodes. I want to feel like strangling Ryo for being such a -- guh. Need to calm down before I spamming this entry with worthless informations.

Anyone? One litre of tears? Rent or buy with cash? I don't mind. T___T

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Shit. I was spose to blog about something else but I got sidetracked to blogging about something not relating to what I previously wanted to post about. Shit. I just said all that in one breath. Am I awesome or what?

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NAZIM you suck; end of eyecandies


Quote of the day...

Knowing the truth can be a bitch that's gnawing on your ass.
Sometimes when you have unrequited feelings towards someone there are things that you have face up to. For example heartbreaks when you found out that the said person is in a relationship with someone else. And that someone is a faghole. It hurts ne?

Sometimes if I could I'd go back in time when I first saw his adorable face when he pouted in frustration. That first time when things were in all kinds of wrong. I wished I didn't know him and her. I wished my cousin didn't introduced me to her ex best friend. I wished I had failed my O levels and be stuck in STPRI instead of going to MD.

That wretched college had ruined me. It changed me to something else. A friend of mine was right. This college had brought to a significant change to everyone we knew in our former school. The school where no boys were there to make us swoon upon looking at them, no one to hate in reason of a guy, and there'll always be a sense, even though it's faint, there'll always be a sense of brotherhood or taking the school in consideration, a sense of sisterhood. The unity. How m=I miss those days. Makes me want to go back in time.

Back then I thought I was strong. Emotionally. But this college proved me wrong.

A friend told me that she didn't want to change but that time I was against it. However now, I see her way of thinking. I don't want to change. Not to a girl who cries in a corner, her back facing the crowd and only to use a happy mask when she faces the world. No, I don't want to be like that anymore. I want to be how I was; "one-faced". I don't like being two-faced. I've grown out of lying. Lying only brings me to more complication, and sometimes I lied too much that I couldn't differentiate which one is the truth and which one is a lie.

This world asks for too much. The inhabitants wants to be accepted even if it means to lie and feign their real identity. As I look back at what I've done, I was always smiling. A fake smile. One of my many masks. I feigned smiles too many times that I've come to master it. It's disgusting. To express false emotions. There are times when I felt so disgusted at myself that whenever I smile the fake smile it came out a bit tight and forced.

Fake and false emotions are very well praticed wround the females. Especially the older ones in ceremonies or whatever formal events. They tend to ask how tehir lives had been doing and the other would answer 'Ah my daughter would be expecting a new baby this end of the month' even though that 'daughter' had a big number of children and people grew bored of listening of these... good news. The female who asked would feign a fake smile and a fake laughter with emotions that barely passed by her thick makeup. Whenever I see that, I just feel disguested. I cringe in disgust inwardly.

Wait what was the main thing I wanted to say? Ah yes. That bitch and Nazim. And knowing the truth. So therein I will try to stop all my stalking activities once and for all. I'll delete all their pictures from my camera and my laptop. I will try as hard as I might to reel my concentration toward studies or at least try.

And here's a last unknown message to you Nazim : "Fuck. Off. Go ahead prance around in your own gay meadow of mushy happiness you bastard. And hear this, don't expect me to sideway-look at you, glance at you or even give a single microscopic damn about me, you gay bitch!"

A message to Maj : "It goes without saying how much I've disliked you ever since primary 4 and now I hate you more than I did hate some people! If there's anything I could do in the whole world is to REarrange your face."

And to my other eyecandies : "I have to let you all go. Jie Ming(yes I am very much aware that I yet again exposed his name in this blog) you're cute and all but I want my old self back. And to the other 'minion' eyecandies you guys don't excite me as much as before so a HUGE BOO to you."

Now that I've officially declared that I'm eyecandy-less I need my friends back. And come to think of it ever since I was on an eyecandy craze I haven't thought of my friends at all. It was always him, him, him, etc. I've pushed the thoughts of friends aside to a far far corner in my mind. And only think of them when I wasn't in the mood of being a crazed fangirl.

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Friends. You sometimes can't have them.


The afternoon was hot and tiring.
There was a slightly swift flow of the seniors heading towards the auditorium. For a motivational talk...
...I think...

Along that long streams of seniors she saw him again.
Hurting her, again.
Maybe she was thinking her situation exaggeratedly...

He was heading to the auditorium too,
with the principal in front and another colleague at his side
(thankfully wasn't her)

His sister acknowledged the principal in which she got a nod from the latter and a sneer from him.
He had that adorable face when he smiled and sneered at the same time.
The one that could make her breathless.
The one that could make her eyes sting.
The one that... she misses the most.

Upon not seeing the rarity
she was both happy and angry...
His movement...
His distance so close and yet so far...

Looking down she hid the tears of frustration
Then looked up, watching his back facing her...
It's the only part of him that she could stand seeing...
Then he was gone into the auditorium.

*

She sat alone at the rebel's line
thinking... actually trying to relax.

She was tired, hungry and sleepy...
So she sat alone, looking yonder the horizon.

Then was accompanied with another lonesome and mournful stranger.
She was... leaning against the pillar, also staring yonder
with those empty eyes.

Even though her features showed none,
but actually her thoughts were a mess.
She could feel it.
Just like how she was right there.

Then her friend came and sat down with the stranger.
Asking her, pursuing her and caring for her...

She could only listen to their worries of the stranger,
but they were met with silence. They didn't give up, never did.

Suddenly she felt a pang of jealousy.

The stranger's friends were her friends too.
They just didn't notice her presence.
But she was a bit jealous to see their bond, friendship.

Her friend was there too,
sitting leisurely, talking annoyingly loud...
That friend never took notice of her sudden quietness.

Huh. A soulfriend, indeed. What a load of shit. Shit always come up from her mouth.

That friend and her were close, but I guess that they weren't close enough to have that friend to care of her friend's condition. Unless it was critical.

She was jealous...
Jealous to see how the stranger and her friends cared for her
Jealous to see how those friends are hard to find
Jealous to see how their bond was.

She looked away in utter annoyance and pain,
continued to stare yonder...
Then looked down to hide her tears again.

Another group of people behind her saw that...
They began questioning why...
They didn't bother because...
they weren't her friends.

Unlike her soulfriend
she was her 'friend'.
But she didn't know that she cried.

*

Two lonesome and hurt people
sitting beside each other...
They were the same
and yet, different.

The stranger had caring friends
while she... did not.

Maybe she wasn't meant to be related to him or that friend in any way.
She couldn't be happy.
She was constantly falling down
and got to her feet
and was pushed back down.

Don't I deserve to have those kinds of companions?

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Overwhelming.


Every time she had participated in any clubs, she knew there were always the 'Introducing yourself' part in every first meetings. All those years in her previous high school, she had subconsciously learnt to be bold in those introductions.

Now thrown into a strange environment with so many new faces, she's met with the one she looks up to. The one who she regretted to know, seen, met. A certain news crushed her down which made her realise that she was actually, falling for him. Well, had fallen.

Most of the time she would see him with his 'significant other'. And most of the time, she'd find his back facing her. His bright smile when he looked at his 'significant other' so lovingly made her almost, defeated. And so she gave in to the so called war.

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She had just joined a club in her school. She knew he was the president of it, but she couldn't care less about it as her passion for photography was so deep. On that day, the very first meeting went afoot in the afternoon. She was doubtful of her choice now. Wanting to change time.

Being in that room, despite being spacious, with him and his girlfriend and some other irrelevant members was already dizzying. Her chest felt tight in a way she never felt before, her breathing ragged, her eyes stinging with tears. Fortunately enough she had her other friends with her to block her view of him.

Avoiding him seemed like the best way to forget the pain. But she still heard his voice. A lump started to form in her throat, her heart was beating so fast that it could burst out. The pain was too much to handle so she let a tear roll down her cheek silently. It felt like thousands of needles punctured into her throat and chest thus weakened her legs.

The it was her turn to introduce herself to the whole committee.

*

Very well hidden from his sight, she hesitated to stand to reveal herself to him. The silent pain jolted throughout her body then her eyes stung so much from tears of frustration.

Her pace was painstakingly slow and all eyes were on her making me more uncomfortable. Maybe if she could just splutter everything out and get on with it was the best way to end the hawk eyes. But no. That'd cause more of their attention to her.

Standing at the front, tries as she might to keep an emotionless façade to tell him that she was alright with his presence around her. But she kept on lying to herself that he might fall for that cheap trick. He was a bright student, it was a bit of an understatement really. So she knew he wouldn't fall for it.

Instead she avoided his general direction, only looking to the left. Her voice sounded cold and distant. She knew for instant her seniors and colleagues would hate her for that attitude she's putting up. Right at that moment she couldn't care less.

She felt like wanting to break down in front of everyone, not caring of her pride and dignity. During the introduction she paused a lot and so did she skipped a lot of the relevant information about her. She just didn't want them to know, especially him.

'Why did God destined us to meet? Why should we knowing that I might be the one who's hurting so much? Is it some sort of sign that I couldn't get a decent commitment with a guy? Huh? Is it??'

'I'm aching so much inside. No one takes notice of it. Why is everything seem so blurry now? Why do I feel like my eyes are a bit...wet? Oh crap, no.'

"Hey, hey. Don't go zoning out." one of the irrelevant seniors snapped his fingers in front of her face, sending her back to Earth. "Well since you're kinda almost done, why don't you tell your status."

"My status." she whispered under her breath, looking down feeling more tears stinging. She looked up with insecurities screaming in it, "My status... is cr-- irrelevant." She wanted to say 'crushing' but that'd hint him that I still have those feelings for him. His girlfriend was there. So she had to be careful. With that, she silently went to her seat leaving behind a cold aura.

All that while none uttered a word. When the other new members introduced there were sounds of chatters and whatnot but when her turn was up, it was dead silent. She didn't know exactly why. Was she being emo?

She continued avoiding his eye contact by shifting around in her seat and looking away when their eyes met in a second. When the meeting ended, she went to the ladies' room and cried all her tears out yet silently. Letting all of her heart to pour out till everything in her went numb. She did. Her eyes had reddened and puffed, her voice was croaky, every parts of her body was weak. Physically and emotionally. At times she wanted to mutilate herself to numb all her pain when crying didn't seem to be enough.

She washed her face and pulled a false happy mask then continued with her way. Her knees felt weak that time so she had to use the walls beside her as support, only pulling it altogether when she was near the crowd, waiting outside the library.

She doesn't want to be seen as weak, fragile and vulnerable like glass. So she hid behind her mask, smiling and joking around. Only flashes of hurt, regret, pain and hate flicked into her features when she saw him.

'Why did I fall for you? You're just another face in the crowd. Just another somebody.'

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