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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.
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leiz; still the blabla.
manuel.
margaret.
maria natacia.
marlieeee/marla.
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Mary Jayy/Mary Jane/Mary Joyce.
millah.
mizwarr.
monica/monix.
mumz.
mykaa.
nabs/bilay.
naqieyahh; pronounced na-KEE-yah.
Neesah aka Victoria.
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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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Friday, February 29, 2008
The Next Breath You Take Should Be Underwater. 2:42 PM


“..As far as you're concerned, the next breath that you take should be underwater. You're worthless. You've been told once before, this time you're gonna get back a little more than you paid for.”

-In Our Defense; The Academy Is...

I am so freaking pissed.

I need to chill.

OHHH SCREW HERRRR

AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHH

EFFING C-.

SHE GAVE ME A FRUCKING C MINUS

LIKE I DESRERVE THAT.

H HAVE NEVER, REPEAT NEVER GOTTEN A C- (72%) IN AN ENGLISH COMPOSTION.

EVER.

And then she goes around accusing me of thinking I’m so great with no respect for teachers

Ohh yeaaaa, I got news for ya beeeoootch.

You want respect?!? It’s earned NOT demanded, ya hear?

As for teachers; I do respect some. SOME.

SCREW YOU.

Okayy so here’s the deal. We had our English Test see? And we were given like, 5 to 6 topics I think? Yeah, I chose the one about mobile phones’ ads & disads. I kept everything to freaking topic, I gave her the 6 paragraphs she wanted, complete with 500 words. And then she gives me an effing 72?!?!?!?!?!?!?! 70-freaking-2?!?!? Can you believe that? I mean, that right there is a record, from other teachers, I would’ve gotten at least an A, 20% more than what she gave me. WTFFFF?!?!?!?? AND I’m not the only one who got freaking low, Naz, a classmate of mine, went with the same topic and she also got a 72! I read her composition and it’s quite good and informative, and then she gets a low, undeserving 72. What the heck is that?!?!?!? She’s playing at our grades!!!!!!

AAAAAARRRGGGH. I mean seriously, ask anyone, I have NEVER gotten a freaking 72 before. MAN. I started complaining and she got mad and screwed my marks down to 68. Now that’s a D. GAAAHHHHHHH. But I, always have been the defiant/vindictive type, kept complaining, and so of course she got pissed and told me to shut up. I was like, yeahh screw you. Which unfortunately, she heard. She lectured me in front of the class. Yeaahh, whatever. Personally, I’m not mad because she of what she said, I’m pissed cause of my freaking 72. Right there, scrawled in red ink is an ugly 72. Because of our incredulously low marks, everyone was furious at her. Boy, do I mean furious. Everyone was pissed for the last two periods. Sure, we can be the worst class in Year 9, sure we can be the noisiest mess of students ever to set foot in PDS, but we try. WE TRY. We try to get high marks; we try to please you all. God, she didn’t have to take it our marks. WTH. She’s gonna get hers. You guys shoulda seen Qawi, man he was SO pissed. He was throwing his stuff all over the place. Man, she’d better watch out. If me and Qawi get mad, she is dead. She hasn’t seen us angry. You do NOT want to see us angry, trust me.


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January 2008
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March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
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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.
-(It's Not) Screwed On Straight.
-Bang The Doldrums
-Angle of Depression
-Oh Cupid, you missed. I think you should hit him a...
-ice cream, arcades && skylights.
-Happy New Year; take two.
-Of All The Things I Felt But Never Really Shown.
-In Our Defense
-Burning Letters
-lost half a year.