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.
You told me things. Things that made me happy. Remember the B+ you told me? My face contorted in different repressed expressions of joy that it looks weird now that I imagine it.
But it's long gone now and I'm no longer the person you confide in, not that I'm really upset about it. Really, I'm not. Maybe a tad bit upset but what the hell. It'll be convinient if Blogger provides password-protected entries so I could mention a name. Just one.
I can't lie that I'm not missing SKINS a lot. A whole lot. Especially Maxxie and Tony! I want moaarr of the last bit of Episode 6. I just want MORE. I'm really deprived of the sexy MaxxieTony affections-showing. The cig sharing. *_______* I see an indirect mouth to mouth contact over tharr!
"We're in Russia. I wanna try something new."
Tony, take me to Russia. TAKE ME TO RUSSIA!! *breathe* *wheeze* *wheeze*
I still can not believe that Maxxie rejects Tony. Why Maxxie? WHY?? Screw Michelle. Screw her. Bust my brain with that mind blowing manflesh and many many muscle flexing. I get goosebumps recalling that scene.
Is it sad that I made a quickie of MaxxieTony? Yes, well, at least it partially quenches my desire for MaxxieTony.
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“You’re such a fucking idiot. You know, I work all day and I come home to this fucking bullshit?! It’s a mystery why I stay with you, Maxxie.” Tony Stonem, 27, shrieked loudly.
Perhaps he had a bad day at work, Maxxie, 23, thought. “I’m s-sorry, honey—”
“Don’t you ‘honey’ me, you stupid bitch. What the hell were you trying to do?!”
“I-I thought I would m-make you a nice dinner o-or something…”
“Well there is nothing nice about a burning kitchen!”
“It was just the stove!”
“Yeah in my fucking apartment!”
“It’s our apartment!” Maxxie feeling upset now.
“Well, I bought it! And I’ll be paying for the repairs!”
“You made me move out of my own place and quit my job so I can clean up after your messy ass and take all your bullshit!”
SLAP.
Maxxie stumbled towards the ground from surprise, knocking a chair from the kitchen table over, hot tears stinging their way out of his eyes.
“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again! Or I will throw you out. You ungrateful, little bitch.” Tony lowered his hand, smirking down at Maxxie. “What a pitiful sight.”
He pulled the refrigerator door open, pulling out a bottle of beer, slamming the fridge door shut. He twisted the cap off and threw the tiny metal directly right into Max’s sobbing face.
Maxxie waited to hear Tony slam the bedroom door, and the TV to turn on before he slowly got up and sit the chair upright. The tears continued to pour down his face as he cleaned up his failed dinner, and all the dishes.
“It’s probably my fault…we go out for dinner every night for a reason. I’m lucky to have Tone. I’m lucky.” Maxxie thought, feeling remorseful for being such an idiot.
He made his way into the living room, grabbing a fleece throw and curling inside of it on the black leather couch. He knew Tony wasn’t going to come out until morning, so it would be best to not bother him and just sleep on the couch.
Maxxie only wanted to make Tony happy.
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“You know how I feel about you hanging out with those friends with yours. I don’t like them.” Tony snapped, tightening his necktie.
“They wanted to take me out for a lunch for a few hours. I won’t be long at all.” Maxxie tucked Tony’s shirt in for him, smoothing out the creases in the white dress shirt. “You look so handsome!”
“Don’t try to suck up to me.” Tony frowned, smacking Maxxie’s hands away. “Anyway, you better be back before dinner, because if you are late, like last time, I’d rather not even come home. I make time to spend time with you, and you get carried away with your idiot friends and end up coming home late.”
“I was only late once!”
“You were still late.” Tony opened the front door, and was just about to head out when Maxxie shouted, “Wait!”
“What the hell do you want?”
“I love you! Have a good day at work!”
Tony scowled. “You just wasted 3 seconds of my precious time.”
He slammed the door, a picture frame sitting on a table beside the door slamming forward, a twinkle of glass filling the air.
Maxxie sighed and lifted up the frame, revealing spider legs of cracked glass. He stared at the picture, wondering where Tony lost his smiling face. The photo in the frame was of them on a camping trip. Dressed in sweatpants, sweaty faces, dirty t-shirts.
Tony was so happy then.
But Tone is still Tone, Maxxie thought to himself. The Tony he fell in love with. He pulled the photo out of the expensive silver frame, throwing out the glass. He would have to find a new frame for now.
Maybe Tone will buy him a new one.
××××××××
“Ah, it’s great seeing you again! It seems like you don’t have time for your friends anymore!” Maxxie’s best friend, Anwar Kharral said with a mouth full of food.
“It’s so true! Come out with your friends more often! And bring Tony too! I mean, we’ve only met him a few times.” Another good friend, Jal Fazer said, nodding furiously.
“I’m sorry guys, there’s a lot to do at home. Tony is pretty busy with work too. But I’ll ask him to come out with us when he has the time, ok?” Maxxie knew he wasn’t going to.
“Well, alright.” Anwar knew not to talk about Tony too much. Maxxie seemed pretty touchy about the subject. “Oh this salad is amazing!”
Anwar grinned, a large piece of lettuce in his teeth.
“You are so gross.” Jal laughed.
××××××××
“Ah, the weather is nice today, isn’t it?” Maxxie took a deep breath of fresh air, letting the sunlight soak his face.
“Definitely. It’s been so rainy and gloomy lately, so this is a nice change.” Jal nodded. “So, what are we going to do now?”
“Ah…Tone is taking me out for dinner tonight…so I think I should head home. I don’t want to be late.” Maxxie said sadly. “I’m sorry, guys. That was a really short meeting.”
“Well…you’re walking home, right? I’ll just give you a ride home, instead.” Offered Anwar, pointing to his car.
“A-Are you sure? My apartment is totally out of your way!”
“Nah. I’m taking Jal home too, so we might as well hang out for a little more.”
“Well…ok…thank you so much!”
“Quit being so formal. We’re best friends.”
“O-Oh! Sorry!” Maxxie smiled sheepishly. He almost forgot what it was like to have good friends. It was like he didn’t know how to act.
He should really convince Tony to let him hang out with his friends more.
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Not as good as expected but I warned you that it was a quickie. One shots are better and easir to make than a chaptered one. MWAHAHAHA!
Someone please break my internet with MaxxieTony. I beg you.
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*
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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