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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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Friday, April 11, 2008
And They Say I Have Issues. 7:30 AM

I’m picturing MCR’s I’m Not Okay (I Promise) video. I love the part where Frank goes like ‘You’ve got something in your eye’ and the cheerleader thought they were gonna make out and Frank just went and picked something off her eye and then walked away while the girl was like ‘OW’. LMAO. Funny, funny.

School has been very SCHOOL lately. Get me? The teachers are pissed everyday now and then bout the slightest thing and just today, the new guy from JIS got chased around the school by the BM teacher. HAHA. HILARIOUS. He ended getting a bruise or so I heard since he punched the teacher. He’s got guts, I swear. Our BM teacher is very…err physical. He doesn’t care about hurting people and suppose you might as well plan your funeral while planning to hit him or anything. Eh. School huh? Sometimes it’s bloody awesome and sometimes you just wanna kill Branden. You can quote me on that. LMAO.

Doing my blog right now since I’m not up to my head with homework and stress and crap. Though I’ve still got to finish my stinkin’ composition about ‘personal experiences’. I’ve had a lot of those but I can’t think of any that would NOT get me another C. Eh. How about the time I told my English teacher to screw off? Oh yeah, that would DEFINETELY get me an A, yeah, yeah, NO. How about the time I sat with a bunch of guys and heard stuff I never wanted to hear (like, how the boys’ mind works and crap and girls who they think are really hot and not, bizarre really). Nahh, I’d get a D for excessive use of swear words and R rated items. HAHA. Oooh, now I know. How about the time me, Aikks & Ells were goofing off and they rain suddenly crashed down on us? Ohh yeah, now that would DEFINITELY get me an A or like, a B or something. I think I’m gonna go work on that later.

School stuff I have YET to do:

1. the Personal Experience composition

2. the ecosystem project thingy for Science (we’re doing Antarctica and have no idea what to do about the mountains)

3. study for History test on Saturday. #$%*#!?!%&*

4. finally understand how to get gradients and line equations. Sigh.

So not looking forward to the last two. :S Aikks and Nicks are coming over tomorrow for the project, that I can’t wait for. The last time the two came over the room looked like it got hit by a tsunami. HAHA. There were Styrofoam bits everywhere, the paint was all over the floor and we didn’t even finish the project. Good times, good times :] Oh yeah, warning to all females at my school. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT use the first cubicle of the ground floor bathroom unless you’re willing to see all your pee and crap (literally) gushing out of the toilet. Seriously, Aikks tried it yesterday and all the water just came pouring out, she actually twisted her ankle a bit trying to run out of the cubicle. LMAO. It’ll be gone Aikks, don’t worry. Incredibly stupid but fun. Nicks told me the boys’ toilet’s the same case. I can imagine some guy peeing and then suddenly the water just comes out. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Man, our school has SO many issues.

How can year 9 be so depressing and fun at the same time?!? Lmao. So looking forward to this Saturday and Monday. Saturdays, cause I get to stay back and Mondays because…well, I’m not saying it. I seriously love Saturdays, read my posts. Last Saturday was real fun, everyone went home and me, Josh, Dul & Hadi were left there with my guitar so we were just talking, playin’ guitar, singing and yeah. I never even knew Hadi played guitar. He just started playing and I was like, WHUAAA YOU PLAY? Hahahaha. Dul said he was their rhythm guitar. Good times. Plus I got to talk to Josh properly since everytime we talk there’s always someone here or there interrupting or something. LMAO. I had to bring New York (I call my guitar that since it was the first name that popped to mind) since I had guitar assessments at Neo. Which I totally screwed up in, the written exam. I didn’t study much about time signatures and musical symbols. :S

Anyway, I kind of miss seeing Paths around. She left for the States last week. I’m sure she’ll have fun there in California or San Francisco or something :] It’s just weird that she left at exactly the time I needed here. Talk about bad timing huh?

Why does everyone leave? It’s a universal question. Sigh. They leave for another school. They leave for another country. They leave for another person. Not that it happened to me, ever (I’m not married, like du-uh) but yeah. They just leave. Sigh. I’ve been to farewell parties and thought of who I’m gonna invite to mine if I’m ever gonna leave this place and I figured that maybe I couldn’t invite anybody cause they probably have already left. Like I’m the last to leave or something. :S Creepy thoughts away. Okay, change topic.

What is it with people these days?? Seriously, you hang out with a guy for a second and they think you’re together. Laugh your arse off with a guy and it’s ‘You’re with him?’ Walk around the school with a guy and it’s ‘You’re with him?’ Sit next to a guy and its ‘You’re with him?’ Honestly, know the phrase JUST FRIENDS. People I think I’m with/like Nico or Joshua or Hazmi just because I hang with them. Well guess what? We are JUST FRIENDS or like, best friends or something. Especially Haz, he’s like, our big bro. But that’s where it stops. FRIENDS. If it’s anything more, I’ll let you know, I always do, thank you very much.

I think I’m gonna go now. My sister is blaring Michael Jackson (the other day it was Simple Plan) and I am sick of hearing ‘Beat it’ twenty times over. Talk about broken records huh? Oh look, she just video’d herself dancing to Billie Jean or something. Life, louder now.

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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.
-Heels Over Head.
-If Your Life's Out There, I Bet You Haven't Found ...
-FINALLY.
-What Happens When You Don't Sleep For 36 Freaking ...
-The Matt, The Din, The Duck and The Chi +The Stick...
-The Holidays: Day 4.
-I Was Never Much for Heartbreaks and Overused Sighs
-The Holidays: Day 1.
-The Last Day of School
-Three Cheers for Five Years