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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.
in love with AnyBand
Thursday, November 8, 2007 9:58 PM


Right now I would love to post a hate entry about Sociology, but no. 'Cause people love the damn subject, and will write flames to me about their beloved subject.

So no, no hate entries anymore. I've learnt my lesson to keep it as drafts or keep it password-protectd but since this is Blogger and not wordpress password-protected entries doesn't exist here not post any hate entries. Damn those times. Damn it and throw all the sorrowful memories down to the deep abyss of hell.

So, an update about DBSK. Skip down if you're not interested in knowing about the fandom.

*_______* AnyCall CF was uber awesommme! I -- I swear that godsent CF could make us fangirls go high for weeks!

So you don't need your ovaries right?

I MEAN, IT'S OKAY IF THEY EXPLODE.

It was that good, I swear! Scout's honour!

TPL (Talk, Play, Love) was -- I am too speechless to describe how much the awesomeness mixed with the hotness that is Junsu heavily dripped in every second possible! OH. MY. GOD. Koreans are just, just -- they're geniuses behind their masks of cute cat-like eyes of nerdiness!

BoA was hot in there, Jin Bora was cute but Tablo... TABLO'S VOICE SCREAMS OHMYEFFINGGODIAMTEHSEXGOD!! His voice compliments a lot with Junsu's. And I cried watching it. Over, and over again. I love it that much.

I am listening to TPL on repeat for the past 5 hours, and I am still marvelling the A;LDKSJFLGH-esque quality of it! Oh god, it gives me chills listening to it. CHILLS!!

Junsu you are teh secks.



END OF FANGIRLING.


I had Sociology paper 1 this afternoon, and I came to school.

Try debating against me that I am not a very very daft person. Try, and I'll win the case because I am daft. *headdesk*

I mean I could've gotten more time to study at home, that way I could work up my way to collect more factual knowledge that what my already-flattened brain contains. I've wasted and threw away my chance to study during PS, EAS and Socio - and which the two classes were either cancelled or the teacher's off to invigilate - and barely read anything.

Oh and mom accused me for not entering the AS. God that really hurts. It stings so much that I won't to engrave a spear through me instead of this feeling of mistrust. Ouch, woman. You're my mooooooomm for god's sake! My MOM.

Random note to self : Practise on the card flinging throwing act thing. You totally suck at it. Get 'sin to re-teach you or sump'n.

I'm not getting comments on this because I know this entry oozes lame boring from any angle. So I thought up something.

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Comment or I'll send this guy over your place and eat your nose.


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Secret Garden - Gackt
Friday, July 13, 2007 8:54 PM


Everytime I listen to any Gackt's song, I feel so moved despite the fact I don't really understand a single Japanese word.

His voice is just enough for me break in tears. A waterfall of tears cascading down my face shamelessly.

Gackt deserves to be called the King of JRock. His songs, his voice and the lyrics to the songs he wrote are enough to send my soul to be in a whirlpool of emotions and drown in the situation. That way I feel most relaxed.

Currently I'm listening to one of his many good singles, Secret Garden, and I resisted my eyes from letting tears fall. Oh god, his voice sends involuntary shivers down my spine.

Right now I wanted to express my love towards Gackt and his Jrock music, but since I need to keep things at the very least decent if not professional I write this with all my emotions imprinted with it. Every single syllable written down here are all my emotions, feelings and thoughts. Though 'tis hard I need to practice to keep myself intact from going berserk thus scaring away you readers.

O-ho. Some of you might think As if another fangirl can scare me away. Well maybe yes I couldn't but there are times when I get a bit too hyper to the point where this girl I was chatting with practically ran away from her laptop-- well okay not her laptop but her cousins since at first I was chatting with her cousin before her - and my friend(the cousin) told me that I scared her away and I was the first fangirl to ever scare the bloody wits out of her.

(Y) Ain't that cool?

Hahaha. I know that's not something to be proud of but really, it's better than nothing no?

*

HAHAHAHHAHAHA I saw this post from an LJ comm and I'd have to ask myself whether Japanese are crazy when it comes to fandom! 'cause I mean really, if you saw A HOT AND FAMOUS celebrity walking down the pathway of a public market what would you do?

Well my answer would most probably be harrassing coming up to him and do whatever my cracked brain might think of at the very moment.



Here is Pi a.k.a Yamashita Tomohisa~ The second love of my life! HAHAHAHHA exaggerating much?

And check that bod, man. It's what every girl would die for touching it.

>_____<>

Anyway don't you think it's rather odd that the people didn't seem to care that a hot, talented, delish, famous actor/singer is starkly in front of them and didn't react as any fangirl would do? Don't you think that's just crazy! HAHA!

Imagine this : Your mom asked you if you'd accompany her going to the market but you declined, saying that the market is stinky. Then after she came back you asked, "So was there anything good in the market today?" She answered, "Oh nothing much, just this." And she took out her phone and showed you a picture of Yamapi in a singlet!!

LOL. I would die regretting I didn't go with her! >__________________________<

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MD'S SPORTS DAY
Saturday, July 7, 2007 2:19 PM


Oh my god. Today was a blast! Maktab Duli's Sports Day turns out to be a whole lot of motivational shouts, screams and a bunch of fun~

Came to school at 7.11 then got weird stares from this group of people for I dont know what reason. But hey, my supposedly admirer was there with his people. So I think I might have an idea why. Then one of his friends who's kinda my friend. You know Morning Dude. Yeah, him. He was being nice.

So I'm in a rush right now and I'm gonna things quick and jipper.

Where was I?
Ah yeah, so I met up with Sa'aadah on the way and went along to our merry ways to the field. Gone hunting looking around for our respective tutor group. Then Zati and I lost Sa'aadah.

We sat at the top most left and I was squirming around because of the heat. Then took some random shots with the H5 and Zati took some with the T-100.


Hahaha~ In the first picture Mims' expression is just hilaaaariouuss~! So in the first picture : (from the left) Baz, Azzah, Mims, Rabz. PUTERA PANTANG PUTUS ASA!!

And then Mira went up to us and asked me to go down with her to take more photos of all the track and field events. And I'm sorry that the pictures aren't upstraight. Gah. This bloody entry is so rushed. GAH!


And~ this is Jiji and her friend... HAH! What a way of describing people in an eloquent style. *rolls eyes*



DAAMMNNN!!! He's pretty good. Actually this is taken by Zati, with my T-100.



Hahaha!! This one kinda makes me laugh! I'm not sure why. But I'm having a great guess that it's maybe his posture... or his body. Heh. Too bad it's too dark. Ah well. Today was all rushy-rushed-rush. Even my cameras were dying on me and it wasn't AN HOUR!! GRRRRR!! I knew I should've bought spare batteries! *pulls hair*



Ooo~ I like this one. Although colour sucks. Not vivid enough as I wanted it to be. But hey the posture is enough to satisfy me. She looks like an eagle no? Or a bird? Gah. I know, I'm making senseless comments.

So then I was taking more shots at the competitors doing javeline. And I have to say that so far I saw two guys who were awweeessoommmee in javeline. And Artie was goooood. I saw his and his throw was the furthest. Then Mira, Zati and I went to the Putera camp to take more shots. And unexpectedly Azzah came up to me with a very worried face and practically begged me to join the marchpast since there wasn't enough people in it. Siiigh. How could I refuse? I'm a sucker for desperate requests.

So I was one of the marchpast-ers. And I became more tanned. Guuhh. WHY?? Why me??

But then despite the tan, the spirits of the Putera marchpast-ers were high. It was a good experience. Fuad and his friend were the life of all the ruckus.

Who are we?!
PUTERA!!!!
What are we??!!!
PUTERA NEGARA!!!!
Will we give up??!!
NO!!
Will we EVER give up??!!
NEVERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!


And and Fuad and his friend made the one below :

I don't know what you've been told!
Putera!
Negara!
Is in dis house! (Yes, it's "dis" not "this")

And for the rest... yeah. Stood in front of the stand and on the grassy field for an hour? Guuh. The spppeecchh. I could've died in dehydration right there if I didn't convince myself that there's one more minute left. One more. And then another speech. one more minuttee. Yeah pathetic.



PUTERAAAA NEGARAAAAA!!! WOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD THAT LOOKS SOOO COOL WITH THE FLOWY BANNER THING!



Mims and Baz. And in the background, to the left you'll see : Zimah, some random girl, random guy. And if you squint your eyes closer to this picture there's a group of three girls posing behind Mims and Baz. And that's Fiza, Izni and Dzar~



And here they are! HAHAH and OMG when I saw this I saw the dude in BLUE!! And I was shocked to see his new haitcut which is a total bleerhh!! MUIZ!!! WHY DID U CUT IT?? IT LOOKS SOO UGLY NOW!



And yes, for the people who knew what happened, I know that I have a picture of him in here. Grrh. I'll just forget about that he-b*tch. I still hate Nazim no matter what.

So anyway. After the medal was presented to the respective winners I was wondering around since both my cameras were dead. *attempts to clobber cameras* Ngah!

So there were more shouts and screams of victory, joy, anger, sadness and frustration. And Syaf taking pictures. And damn I want his camera. Wait no. I want Syaz's camera!! >____<

Ngah. Can't think of anything right now so will end now. Sorry that it's a bit rushed.

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JIIEEEE--- JM!!!
Friday, June 8, 2007 10:30 PM


HEEEEEEEEE. I am very the very very happeehhh~!!

Ji-- JM was on the news~ OMG. That reeeealllyyy brought some explanation and relief cause last Wednesday it was block 4. He was supposed to have Chemistry.

BUT...

I saw him STILL outside of class. And the clock almost struck 1. He was suppooosed to be in class. I was worried. HAH. Of course. Then when I was busy worrying for him from afar, he heaved his bag to his back and went to the little peach bench where he always wait, and put down his bag.

I was like WTF?? Whhyy Jie--JM?? WHHYYYY??

And he went back to the junction and waited for someone. I don't know who. But he was definitely waiting for someone. Then I had a pang of jealousy. But blah. Anyway. JM and his friend whom he waited for went back to the bench and talked while I was clueless that he was there. Why? I. don't. know.

THEN!!!

When I did turn around he was there. Then I looked away when his friend looked at my direction. I waited and waited then I tuuurrnneedd arroouunnndd aannnddd...

THEY DISAPPEARED! LIKE WTF?? HOW?? WHEN??

Yeah. So it turns out that he has something related to the top students presentation thing. And now I know that he's ONE of the TOP students in the WORLD. HEEEEE. I chose a good one. Heh. I can never be any prouder! HAHAHAH Now I sound like his mother or something!

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I bring more fluff! HUAHUAHUAAA!!
Sunday, June 3, 2007 10:59 PM


I had this floating around in my other laptop, and and I just love myself for making something sooo sickeningly sweet! >___<>

I think I drafted this around April then finished it off around... last month or a few days ago? Hmm I don't remember using my old laptop but oh well who cares.

Be aware that this is very too sweet of a fluff. So Zati, since I know that you reeallyyy dislike FLUFF I've spared you the pain of it by giving you a warning.

Reason why I'm posting stuffs here is because I wanted to deleted some things off the old laptop.

So, be warned. This is fluff. So run away if you hate it, specifically you, Zati.

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It was their first time to backdance to a Kinki Kids' song under a new unit. It was a grand day for everyone; the crew were rushing here and there, trying their best to prepare for such a great event. They cannot afford to fail.

Keiichiro Koyama stood amidst the commotion, later walking to and fro.

Occasionally, he danced out. He scratched his head upon forgetting a part. He was too absorbed of recalling that he bumped on someone. Water spilled, but luckily not on the person's shirt.

"G-g-gomen"

"Iie. Daijoubu."

"Shigeaki." Kei called the other's name.

"Yo." Shige nodded shortly then assessed the other's state."Hey, you're trembling."

"I-I-I know." Keiichiro hid his hands. He didn't want others to notice his frailty.

"It's okay. Everyone is tensed." The calm guy reassured and gave away a beam. Keiichiro was relieved, then reached out to him.

"Anou... this is a weird request but," Kei was blushing, but gulped and proceeded, "Can you please hold my hands for a while? Just to stop the shaking?"

Shigeaki, being obedient and helpful in his discreet ways, held Keiichiro's hand. The tremors subsided, and Kei was surprised of the faster relief. They walked to the centerstage upon seeing the Domoto singers stand on their marks, still with hands intertwined.

"Arigatou." Kei winked at him as Hironori stood beside him in preparation for their dance number.

Shige simply nodded and focused ahead, though he can still see his co-member through his peripheral vision. Kei wiped his hands at the back of his pants.


The announcer called their group name. KKKitty.

~`~`

Everyone noticed the confidence that Kei developed in himself as months - even years - passed. He became more outgoing, believing he shall try his best in everything he does. Even when he debuted as a NEWS member, he didn't forget the people who became a part of him, the juniors. He even volunteered to train the newbies. His mobile had numbers of literally EVERYONE in the jimusho, even the staff. He became very expressive of his love to others, particularly his other Johnny's Entertainment idols, but most especially to somehow who inspired him to be an improved man.

With each endeavor, Keiichiro had Shigeaki's hand on his all the way, giving him strength.

~`~`

"Shige! Shige!"

Kei shook the sleeping person so violently that the younger boy fell off his bed.

"UGH! KEI WHAT IS WRONG THIS TIME?!" Shige held his throbbing head. He really hates to be awakened in a middle of a good sleep.

"I had a bad dream." Kei pouted and when Shige looked closer, it was evident that Kei was scared.

"Hah?!" Shige's hearing was affected by his grogginess.

"I was being chased... by tomatoes."

Upon this line, the younger bolted to consciousness and rationality. Honestly, how can a dream involving tomatoes be so scary?! Shige was really pissed at Kei's immaturity and at that moment he had this impulse to throw him off the hotel window. Imagine waking him up because of some dumb, pointless dream!

Silence. Kei felt Shige's annoyance, still he tried... who knows?

"Ne, can I sleep here?"

"Like I have a choice?!" Shige grumbled as he moved to his left to give Kei space. Kei thanked him repeatedly and tucked himself under the covers. This time, Shige cannot sleep due to the disturbance. Instead, he watched as the older guy slept, still holding his hand. He is like a child. He smiled.

They slept with hands clasped together.

~`~`

Kei was about to take the last test that will determine his fate; whether he will graduate or repeat another semester. Shige was standing beside him as he walked over the bulletin board which indicated the rooms where each student will take the exam.

"You've eaten a full breakfast?"

"Hai."

"You slept for eight hours?"

"Hai."

"Listened to your record of notes this morning?"

"Hai."

"Remember my advice. Go with your first instincts, Kei. Intuition can't go wrong."

"Hai... d-demo..." Kei looked up and tried to remember something.

"I don't exactly remember the eight fundamental laws of supply and..."

Shige gripped Koyama's hand and looked straight in his eyes. "Ganbatte. I know you can do it." Moments of staring ensued then Koyama inhaled deeply.

"Because you said so, I can."

"Hai." Shige smiled.

"Jaa." Kei waved and walked to room 439"

~`~`

Minutes before their Chirarizumu performance in their Osaka concert, Koyama was, as always, nervous. It's his habit to hide in the washroom, wash his face and try his best to stop his hands from trembling by himself. But Shige beat him to the washroom, let him in and made him face him instead the mirror.

"I'm nervous."

"You always are. Since our debut." Shige smiled, then corrected, "No, wait. Since KKKitty started. J-friends even." Koyama pouted.

"You're making fun of me." He said sadly.

"Of course I'm not." Shige held his hand, the tenderness increasing in each time he does it. "For if I did, I would've given up on you WAY before."

The romantic air was steadily increasing. The two best friends lavished their solo time so well, until...

"Aww. I wish Massu will hold my hand oh-so firmly like that." Yuya opened the door so wide and taunted them. Kei made a face upon seeing that Pi and the others were also looking at them.

Shige shouted, "Stop barging in other peoples' lives, Tego!" to which the baby of the group ran away, hiding behind Massu.

This is the initial reason why Shige is pissed off with Yuya.

~`~`

It was raining very hard when they went home. They forgot the fact that there was a signal-two typhoon hitting Tokyo that day and went on with their shopping after Shige's review class for his law exam. They didn't bring any raingear so they ran as fast as they could under Shige's coat. The lightnings struck sharp against the rooftops and after each, there were loud thunders.

Kei was shouting everytime the thunder roared and Shige cringed as his friend did so.

"Goodness Kei, your screams are louder than the thunder! YAMERO!" Shige scolded in his ossan-style but Kei didn't heed him.

He continued screaming. Knowing what to do, Shige just clinged on the older's hand and remarked, "Kei, we're BOTH scared you know that. Can you at least be brave for me?!"

With that, Kei ran faster, with Shige's hand as a reminder that somehow - despite acting so cool - Shige also has fears which he shall try to wipe away in payment to the many favors he had given him.

~`~`

"Ne, do you think I'll do great in this episode?"

Kei looked away from the dresser mirror to face his friend who's lounging at a burgundy couch behind him.

"You always do great, Kei." Shige replied squarely as he stood in front of the mirror and fixed his red necktie and his purple and black striped pants. He tried his hat on, but later decided he won't wear it during his dance numbers that night.

"Do you really think I won't mess up with my lines?"

Kei acts like a child, and even he gave a positive answer, he cannot be satisfied... unless he does it with actions. Shige held both of his hands.

As expected, they were sweaty and trembling.

Shige instantly wondered if his text messages to Kei were actually enough to calm him down everytime he asks if he can host Shounen Club well, but he didn't mind that. What's important is the present.

They're here once again, trapped in their own force field, repelling any outside force... as if they're the only beings existing. Shige felt Kei's eyes on him, and he slowly looked up to confirm. In turn, Kei had this impulse to kiss his friend's forehead then and there. Their hearts seemed to skip a beat in such a situation. Suddenly...

"Two minutes before airtime!" The producer barged in without knocking and practically shouted at them. Realizing the intimacy, Shige let go and smiled bashfully.

"Ikimasu." he declared.

~`~`

They were walking at the sidewalks of at downtown Shibuya, planning their next activity for this day which is exclusively their own.

"Let's try another round of darts this time, Shige. Later, bowling!" He chuckled, "I swear I'll take you down this time."

As they strolled side by side, Shige held on Kei's hand and leaned on his shoulder."Eh? For what is that?" Kei wondered. "I'm not scared or something, Shige."

"Nothing. I just want to." With Shige smiling like that, Kei did not resist. They proceeded walking, feeling amused that their hands - and lives - intertwined so snugly and well.

- THE END -
I just LOVE myself! If only it wouldn't look weird if I'd hug myself! HAAA. There are some mistakes here and there, gramatical and vocabulary wise. But hell, who gives a fuckin' damn when I bring you this fluff!

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White rose
Sunday, May 20, 2007 2:02 PM


HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. XDDDD

OMG OMG Have you guys ever heard TegoMass' Kibou no hikari wo kokoro ni tomosou~? Oh Dear God, the song is just sweet! A starnge melody though but cute! Now I'm kinda addicted to the song, and have been singing the lyrics for the past 30 minutes later back-to-back~

So then a story popped up my head!

It's TegoMass alright. But not romance, just friendship! ^^V I hope this is okay cause you know I'm kinda rusty.

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Masuda looked carefully at the white rose. He had never seen a white rose before. He had seen red ones, pink ones, yellow ones and once even black ones in a movie. But he had never seen white roses.

There wasn't much of a difference actually. The petals, stem, everything were just the same. Normal.

It was only the color, white.

White was the color of winter. Snow. Nothing. Emptiness. Death.

Hmm...So if he gave this to someone, would that person die? Masuda smiled in spite of himself. Who would he then give the rose to? There was Amiko-sensei, who never paid attention to him. The other kids in class, who made fun of him. That old lady who came every night when mother and father went away. The neighbor with the hooked nose who always glared at him. There were so many people.

Masuda pondered for a while, then made up his mind; he'd give it to the old lady. He reached out toward the rose and tried to uproot it from its spot.

"Ah!" Masuda cried loudly, feeling something prick his little finger. It was really sharp, and the pain was searing. He brought his finger away from the rose, and looked closely. It was something akin to a pin prick, but blood had already started spurting out. It hurt.

"Hey, are you okay?" Masuda looked up to see the owner of the new voice. It was a boy, although he looked a bit like a girl. He was quite short and chubby. He had neat black hair, which fell across his face. His chubby fingers and milk teeth made him look like a baby, although Masuda supposed that he was his age, a good five years old.

Masuda didn't know how to reply to the boy's simple query. He wanted to shake his head, say he wasn't okay. But he wasn't a crybaby, and he certainly didn't want to look weak before a stranger. He wanted to be brave. Acting as if he was okay seemed brave enough. He nodded.

The other boy didn't seem to be impressed, or maybe he just didn't notice Masuda's reply. He looked at Masuda's bloody finger, which was cradled in his other hand, and quietly put his hand in his pocket, drawing out a white handkerchief. He offered it to Masuda.

Masuda studied the handkerchief. It was white, a clean, neat white. Pure white. Not a speck of dirt anywhere. It didn't even have any of those pretty designs like his mother's.

Masuda slowly, and unsurely, reached for the handkerchief. He half-expected the boy to snatch it away, and then laugh mockingly at him. But nothing happened. The boy didn't even move or blink.

Masuda took the handkerchief.

The handkerchief wasn't spotless anymore. The area where Masuda had placed his finger and applied gentle pressure had turned a faint red. But his bleeding had stopped. Masuda turned to look at the boy. He wanted to say 'thank you' and 'sorry' all at once. But he was speechless.

The other boy just smiled.

"Tegoshi."

"Masuda."

Masuda had found his first friend.

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Okay, as far as I know, white roses don't smell. So therefore, this line: The petals, stem, everything were just the same. Normal. is incorrect. But whatever... >.<

Btw, just a simple oneshot. Not multichaptered. I hate doing multichapters.

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