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Nabilah Moen. No, Moen's my dad's name not some star or whatever. I stay true to myself. Simply elactrifying to anyone new because I'm hyper like that. :D Sometimes I think too much and I oversay stuff. I like polaroids and pictures. Plus random stuff like tissues and markers! Wait, who doesn't like markers?! I'm a blabber! Hhaha. I am not a loyal blogger. (Having both tumblr and eljay! and twitter but twoiter was never active) (Rock, Paper, Sticks! I win.)

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Saturday, May 31

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12:36 PM

okay. here's a full recap on netbola, captainbola and TF training.

captainbola. i cant remember much. (haha. STML. the result of posting late) but i get to see how SHE looked like. and i was wrong. i thought she would look like some minah *ahemahem* with skinnies and those bugis dresshirts and cotton tudung on with pointed msjd but i was wrong. (i think im beginning to be judgemental) and heck im not saying that everybody who wears skinnies and those bugis dresshirts and coton tudung with pointed msjd are minah(s), heck i also do wear like that (with no pointed msjd. i failed in that particular thing) but its just an image. anywho, a minah doesnt mean you're bad or anything. you might be really friendly or super duper baik but i may still call you a minah. its easier to call you guys like that. so call me a minah. I DONT CARE. okay i was sidetracking. since my teammates werent doing fine i was always found playing during second halves. i was supposed to buck up the team. and watch how the other team played during the first half. and plan on who i want to mark. i was amazed while playing with waktong. fadilah's group. (i still cant believe she's frigging 16 and so tall) since she was tall and it was captainbola, I PLAYED CONTACT. yes i admit. i played SUPER CONTACT. haha. but it was only when i was supposed to jump and grasp the ball. haha. then i ran to free myself. =) against aljunied was fun. but they were good. and yes. i shouted during the match. more like (WOOTS TEAM! GOGOGO!!) and thats how my voice became microfone-ish. MUFFLED.

netbola was dissapointing. i wanted to play C. but oh nevermind. those team we played against were super cool lar. i noticed we love to play contact. its like every peep was a contact peep. hmm. and damn me. i entered the other court with the ball in my hand. pfft. my WA was cool. cute sey dier. "eh awk. jgn msk situ tau. tadi awk da msk." she said. "jage kite okay? *smiles*" i said. "okay. okay" HAHA. then the other WA was "mcm ne bley contact sey? kn jaoh." i said, "entah lar. umpire tk nmpk kot" and we shrugged. then at one point. "AWAKKK. JGN MSK. JGN MSK!" she told me but it was too late. haha. see how friendly we were on court. XD. cute ar my WA(s). many were injured during this game. like mentally and physically. i felt like im supposed to keep the team's spirit together. (yes except for syafiq dier kan slalu on AIR) there's a time, when i wanted to just shout at everybody that it was just a game. i know how dedicated you are. how much you want t o win. but it was just a game. (knape tk ingt kat tuhan at that time?) i was dissapointed in you guys.

training was super duper cool and awesome. but the fact that i am SLOWER now was pissing. i slowed down by many seconds!! sigh. sir was, "nabla. i think you should jog faster. you were too comfortable" HAHA! i admit i was. because the target time was 60s so i relaxed since my leg was something wrong. and i started wrongly. kegarisan, sedia, mula! I WAS STILL STUCK TO THE GROUND. i was blur. sigh. (come to think of it. i was super blur yesterday!) and sorry shazaa i was late. but it was raining so if i came early too, we cant train. and i got my retribution(??) already. the lipas incident. grr. i was shocked and was panicking hardcore. haha! censored ar itu part. doraemon is cute right? especially on me. =) (gag!) 200m is like so long. maybe i'll follow your advice. whack everything but dont whack 100%. or maybe i just shall mintak sir tukar. srew you guys. how come you cant give me 100m race? at least solo. i dont have faith in myself. i planned jogging with shazaa.

the extra classes was LMAO. it wasnt benefit-able. i wasnt there for two days. maybe thats why. well whatev. i was super late for the last day. and i was in PE. i rocked! (i know) haha. and aden was, "masyaAllah. taakharti. hal ummuki tairif?" and i nod. "na'am. na'am" OF COURSE. BECAUSE I SPECIFICALLY REQUESTER\D TO BE WOKEN UP LATE. i woke up at 7. alarm. i turned it off. i slept. 7.15. alarm was ringing check yes juliet (this is the only song i can wake up to. currently)i woke up. ironed my tudung and slept somemore!! haha. i was already late. so lambtkan je lar. true right?

and i need my library dosage. anyone wants to accompany me? i can hear the books calling out to me. haah. and cotton on sale rocks lar! im lovig my dresshirt. and erm, i vowed to not buy anymore baju but. one more doesnt hurt right? (okay. membazir tu kawan syaitan. NABLA!!) and im craving ice cream. (BEN AND JERRY'S MAYBE) and starbucks. haha. =)


alwaqtu kas saif. in lam yaqtau', fayaqtau'ka. (la azkurul ayah. hazha minni)

missing you; NABILAH MOEN

p.s: allahuakbar.