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"..a happily ever after below the waist."
ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

“..I’m an addict for dramatics; I confuse the two for love.” –Taking Back Sunday

I'm Chelsea Beckett & Joseph Mark Trohman is my hero.
Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


al/alister; the resident couch potato.
Anderson D./Andy
arvy.
audreyyyy.
bamba.
The BarBars.
bets/betina.
bianca.
brittany & casey.
cheenyka.
chi; simply indescribable.
christina marie.
dindin, dingdong.
disconinjas.
ells; the Fall Out Boy chic.
hannah c.
hudaaaaa.
ice.
ickbal.
iman.
izaq.
jammie.
jana.
jemuel.
joakk/joey/quack.
jolin.
joel
jovan.
justin.
kathrine.
katkat/kathrina.
kathleen.
kevin
kim.
kriztine abigail.
krizteena.
leiz; still the blabla.
manuel.
margaret.
maria natacia.
marlieeee/marla.
melanie a.
Mary Jayy/Mary Jane/Mary Joyce.
millah.
mizwarr.
monica/monix.
mumz.
mykaa.
nabs/bilay.
naqieyahh; pronounced na-KEE-yah.
Neesah aka Victoria.
Nicholle Zoe.
nikita.
nikki.
nina.
paths; the photographer.
pinkyy.
rcheller; the Manhattanite.
rhona.
ria.
relzz.
rielle/jan.
rosemary.
rubianca.
sarrrr.
seebs.
sim.
syiqah.
shanny!
steessh; the LOUD.
tashaa/nats; for cookies click here.
tiaraaa.
timmy.
umi; the taller one.
ummi syahirah.
wryck.
viel.
yerraaa.
yvonne&rora.
yzma/amelia/ismey
zim.
zim & friends.
zul.




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Monday, February 4, 2008
Burning Letters 5:46 PM

“..Silent but strong yeah

I'm playing that card

But you're noticing nothing again.”

current listen: This Photograph Is Proof; Taking Back Sunday

I know Garfield hated Mondays but I always wondered why. haha I loiiike Mondays ;]] they’re FUN. it signals the beginning of a new week, a new start, a new day. xpp

ahh well, today was a very TYPICAL Monday. Anyhow, woke up a bit late just to find dead cockroaches in the bathtub. EW.

Only I didn’t have my glasses on so I couldn’t see the bloody roaches. that is, until I stepped on one. YUCK. Disgusting much.

Anyway, skip that yada yada yada. at school now. About 4 people were absent cause of CNY, visiting their relatives or whoever so we were kinda few, but just enough to make quite a racket. xpp

we had Math first & second periods, still on the trigonometric ratios and Pythagorean Theorem and all, boring stuff really.

Had BM after that, Cikgu ‘Husain’ gave back our test results, I scored an 88 which IS something since most got 60 and below, so yeah. pity. I mean what’s the deal?! I ain’t speakin’ the freaking language but still I scored higher than most of `em. weird.

anyhowws teacher started the class with some metal hospital joke which wasn’t in the least bit funny. it went like this.

Teacher: Okay so there was this mental hospital yea? you know for the crazy orang gila people rite?

Us: yeaa, we know.

Teacher: to get out of the hospital you have to pass a test. they’ll ask you a question and if you get it right, you’re free to go.

Us: uh-huh.

Teacher: kay so first question: What’s this? *holds up a pen*

Us: A pen.

Teacher: Right. orang gila can go. *class laughs* and what’s this? *holds up a book*

Us: A book?

Teacher: bahh orang gila can go. *class laughs again*. third person; what is this? yang makanan arnab bahh.

Suddenly at this point Afif, my seatmate said ‘Carrot’ and then teacher laughed and went back to his seat and we were like what? huh? I dun geddit.

Teacher: you don’t get it kah? well he answered the question so he’s free to go.

Us: ohhhhhhhh. riiiight *feeble laughter*

see? NOT that funny. hahahah but his jokes are usually side-splitting only this time it wasn’t. although he can be hilarious, he can be REALLY, REALLY, in every sense of the word, SCARY. no kidding.

you do NOT wanna be the one to make him mad. he will MURDER you. *not literally of course but you get my drift.

anyway after that, we had Geography, just had some questions, part of the procedure. usually, 5 minutes for questions but this time we had a whole 30 minute. fun though, since teacher never really asks me due to the fact that I can answer them all, hands tied. [x

after Geo was break. just hung around with sticks and nix. talking about the previous day at church haha, man that was FUN.

well, it was until the point where I didn’t do what I told myself I’d do or else I’ll lose my chance again.

since it was a Monday, we had assembly, the usuals boring boring.

After break was Commerce, we were supposed to have our monthly test on insurance but our teacher was late for like one period (as usual, I might add) so we spent around 30 minutes laughing our asses off. HAHAHAHA.

anyway arian told me about this bet one of friends had with another one of my friends. 300 bucks for shagging someone.

DAMN. I was like WTF?!??!?! WHAT THE BLODDY HELL WAS WRONG WITH HIM?!!??!?!? GOING AROUND SCREWING SOME IDIOT GIRL?!?!

people, beware of the manwhore from PDS. he is such a sick slut, I kid you not. what the hell was wrong with him?!? I mean he is SO cheap. oh wait, he’s actually FREE. reputation, my ass.

this guy’d pay this guy 300 bucks to go screw some poor naïve chic by the end of the year. girls, especially those pretty, pretty delicate ones craving for attention, BEWARE. eff man.

I have NO need to mention the name cause I know you know who exactly im talking about.

eeesh. what if she gets pregnant? OMG. God help save the girl.

apart from that sick sick sick bet I was told about, everything else was allright. we spent the last few minutes of Commerce studying about Business Ownership and stuff. Commerce is never boring, haha I tell you. ;]]

after Commerce, we had MIB, which is nothing to talk about. really. We got dismissed and went home.

Usually after I when I home I eat lunch since I would be very very very lebar when I get home. mmm foooood. anyway after lunch (we had corned beef. yumm ;pp) I went straight upstairs into my room and get done all me homework.

then after that, I spent around 2 hours going through all my personal things. and do I mean personal. old diaries, letters, you know. I read through my old 2006 diary, man, I was SO NAÏVE. mature, my ass! while going through my entries, I saw old friends, fights and memories. I screwed up a lot back then. I had my ups and downs. by downs, I mean things I’ve done which I am definitely NOT proud of. which of one is thinking this ex was THE one. blehh x|

but then weren’t I the popular one? got invited to late night parties, beach parties etc.

I was quite well known around school, easy to make hung around with.

I even read about the day I invited this guy to hang out at the mall *no names mentioned.

what’s so significant about this was that so many girls in freshman year (now in junior year) liked him in and they didn’t have the guts to talk to him so I had to do it on my own. I became his FIRST textmate ever. now did that shock me. he’s was a really shy sensitive dude, and he still is to this day.

I told him to smile a lot more and to mingle, I guess he took my advice.

He’s really great guy, pity not everyone gets to know him much.

plus he’s kinda goodlooking (he’s Eurasian) and I bet loads a girls would like him if he had the attitude. x) no really.

so practically I was the most “RESPECTED” kid in form 1, ie year 7. yes, I controlled em all.

from day one I showed them I was NOT one to mess with. I actually made someone cry.

man, I effed em up when I got mad, shoiiite.

haha, go ask ex form1A’s; Eddie, Eunice them all. I screwed all the annoying ones to bits. LMAO. bow down to the master. XPP

what’s weird is that those people I actually were mad at, I became good friends with. weird eh? I even got ‘with’ one of them. shucks. yet I too had my breakdowns. I was sent to the counselor once. or was it twice? blehh.

I also came across a ‘courting’ paper, saying love isn’t really the right word.

haha the stuff in that peace of examination pad paper made me laugh so hard.

WAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. what a load of crap.

well, after reading through all my screw-ups and brightest moments, I tore the papers to bits

and burned some of them. its just crap I don’t wanna remember.

and so here I am now, giving an account of my Monday.

Life. You just don’t know. ;)





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HISTORY

January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
March 2010
November 2010

YESTERDAY.
-lost half a year.
-yeooowch.
-the 30th.
-the last goodbye.
-what should've been a long time ago.