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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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Saying 'I'm sorry' is the same as saying 'I apologize.' Except at a funeral.


I have been a bad bad blogger. Many things occured during the holidays and I didn't even care to share it with you my wonderful blodders.

And yesterday may have been the reason why the mousepad and some of the little grey keypads on my laptop is smudged with something that I suspect to be chocolate. I'll get you back Hamiz!

I am loving green more than I used to. X) And the reason is a secret I want to keep to myself!

I've been a bad friend too.



I'm really sorry. Hazim if you still read my blog I want to tell you how sorry I am for ignoring you all these days. You know about that problem I told you and you've been telling me to forget about him and blah blah the likes. Something else came up and yeah, I'm sorry. I just felt awkward, is all. So I hope we're still friends eyh, Megan?

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Don't worry I still remember about the promise. =)

- Billy XD



Glad that I got that out of my chest. Confessing and letting things out is good, but too much is bad. So I need to suck it all up and be a man woman mannish woman ...just be tough.

Went to Zee's yesterday with Mush and Sin and it was partially fun and partially torturing. Oh and there were Zee's siblings - just two Mizah and Afiq. Weirdly enough we had a group confession thing and us with Zee's siblings uh, became something. No what I'm trying to say is it doesn't happen a lot that friends and siblings know each other's secrets. It just doesn't happen. ... Does it?

Oh effing well.

I was being a jerk for being so naive and clueless. I'm sorry Sin. HAHAHA awu bah I'm really sorry dari ujung rambut hingga ke ujung kaki. .....Is my Malay okay? Yeah, I'm sorry about that whole sibling thing. But we cool aight homie?

Was suppose to blog something related to Zatty 'cause in her blog she mentioned me twice. X) But I guess the rice and ayam kari didn't do any good to animate my noodles. I need to go out 'cause I think every of my cells and tissues are fused to my bed that I'm now a living paraphernalia.

I had a weird dream today. I remembered nothing except that I was in college and I played cards. CARDS. BIG TWO. PLAYING CARDS. And I felt nothing on my chest. So I assume that I was a guy in that dream. But I saw this one particular black-ish accesory on my wrist and I kinda knew who I was.

Moral of the story : Dreams corrupt your mind. I don't play cards. And I'm not a guy. Get that in your head. I may act like one but deep inside I have woman hormones and a female sexual organ(courtesy of the Mighty Creator, not a phony fanny)

Yes, I am bored. Bored to the ass.

Right now it's exactlllyyyyyyyyyyy 5 13 PM and a few minutes ago I ordered food from McD for my two brothers and myself. No bribes or punishments involved. Just a simple order-up and there will be no food war. I promise. Who am I kidding, I can't make promises to myself. That's GHEI! Okay I was just kidding.

It's just weird yknow. I don't usually be a nice sister. I either loom over one of them and scare them till they wet their pants or even steal their food and say the spirit living in the house stole it with a proof that "I saw!".

So,

Thought of the day : "The spirit in this house is possessing me to act nice to my siblings. I saw!"

Well I'm hungry. Byyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeee from the girl who just knew what NABU means.

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[FICLET] Some...Yamabu fic. Untitled.


“Shoon! Want a kiss?”

This may have been a very strange thing to ask, if it wasn’t for the tiny piece of chocolate wrapped in foil that Yabu was offering to him. Even with that as an explanation, Shoon was slightly weary of the smile on his face, which mirrored the one that Tegoshi-senpai often got when he was planning something.

Even so, he couldn’t resist Yabu. “Sure…”

Yabu’s eyes were on him the whole time that he carefully unwrapped the candy, placed it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

“Want another?” he asked when he saw Shoon swallow. Well, he was offering…

“Yes, please.”

Yabu leaned closer to him, hand clenched into a fist, and Shoon expected that he would give him another chocolate kiss. Which Yabu did. What he didn’t expect was that, as Yabu dropped the wrapped kiss into his hand, he surged forward and pressed a very real kiss to his lips.

“Don’t worry, the candy was an added bonus,” He said happily at Shoon’s shocked face.

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I'm bored and I'm hungry yet again. And for some odd reason I was craving for... Kiss. Then at that same time I read this ShoonxYabu fic and since my mind was a blur two hours ago, and an hour ago I had this idea in my head and voila! A short simple spur of the moment ficlet!

P.S.

I am faaammiisshhheedddd... Feed me!

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