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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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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Mondays Don't Blow. 6:37 AM

What do you get when you put the unveiling of a lame ass school name, getting class photos without any damn freestyle shots, someone breaking their zipper leaving their underwear in full view and macabre assemblies? You get a typical Monday at SMSS High. Oh yeah.

Honestly, I love Mondays. Only today I didn’t get blissfully blissful high time. Won’t be back for a couple more days. Eh. I’m losing it though, my awfully blissful happy time. I’m sorry; I’ve been typing nonsense for the past two lines there, my bad. I won’t explain though, so go screw yourself. Which reminds of this really weird phrase:


NONE OF US VIRGINS…LIFE HAS SCREWED US ALL UP.


Haha. I AGREE.

The highlight of today was the class photo thing, the funeral/assembly and the awfully hilarious episode, where a mate broke his zipper. Awfully childish, yet HILARIOUS.

Stupid effing school won’t let us do free style poses, and why the hell not?! Our school gets lamer and lamer by the day. It gets worse; they just changed the name of the bloody school to bloody SMSS. I DO NOT LIKE IT. And just about 99.9999% of the student population agrees with me. BLEUUCCH. Honestly, you don’t even wanna know what it stands for. Seri Muda Mulia whatnotty crap. We sound like a bunch of bloody sardines :SSSS Here’s a future conversation between an outsider and an SMSSian.


Outsider dude: So where do you study?

SMSS dude: Oh, at SMSS.

Outsider dude: Where??

SMSS dude: SMSS, ya know, the ex PDS?

Outsider dude: Huh.

SMSS dude: Wanna know what it stands for? Seri Muda Lalalalalalalalalalawhatnottsoundingsodamnold School.

Outsider dude: *Looks at the SMSS guy weird* Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. That’s the best you people can actually think of? Yeah, LATER. *Walks away in a hurry*


Although some people would be too darn polite to say that out loud but yeah. Then again who knows, it could actually have some awesome yet unknown meaning in the already awful name. They mentioned the new name today during assembly. Which sounded like a funeral. Here are a few words that describe today’s assembly:


Miserable

Gloomy

Sullen

Woeful

Miserable

Melancholy

Desolate

Down


And yeah, miserable.


Honestly. The assembly today was so miserable, it was like someone died. or something just as sad. People were actually asking who died. Damn. Even the clouds showed their emotions. It was damn dark and the clouds were all over the place. The faces were all frowning and macabre. Just those scary circus clowns, the really desolate ones. I have no idea why but everyone was so damn pessimistic. The teachers were pissed and the students were down and out. WHY? The only thing reason I could think of was that the whole school shared my misery which was HIGHLY UNLIKELY. Not that I was actually miserable and pessimistic but I sort of felt a little dead inside due to reasons I will not write down so yeah. It looked like a damn funeral.

Nicks got pissed today :S He started throwing things around. I think it was because of Isaac, the show off he is. He’s been getting on Nico’s nerves for how long now and I guess after the toilet incident he just blew off. Can’t blame him. Isaac can be rather…rash. He keeps ratting on and on about this girl he’s been chasing for about-- 9 months now. :S All I could say to him was: IS SHE WORTH THE WAIT?

So about the zipper thing. Damn hilarious. So it wasn’t that funny but Brandy, Aikks and Nicks made stupid jokes and a huge deal about someone breaking his damn zipper. I practically couldn’t stop laughing for like, half an hour, and teacher got bloody pissed. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ROTFLMAO. The guy (he told me not to mention his name in my blog-- I respect that), had to like, cover his crotch with his bag and books till dismissal. Every time I see him covering his downstairs I burst out in awkward laughter. HAHAHA. I think he tried to sit down with his legs wide open against the chair and the zip just popped open. AWKWARD. HAHAHA. He kept covering his thing, and so I thought he broke his privates. I was like, OMG, YOU BROKE IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? But then he thought I was talking about his zip so he said yeah he did and until someone told me it was his zip, I was scrunching at the thought of someone breaking their ding dongs :S NASTY. Boys will be boys eh?


If that was Monday, then Tuesday will be a lot more retarded, I swear. Oh, school can so damn fun when you’re not looking.

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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.
-The Ballad of Chelsea and Aikks; This Photograph I...
-I Swear.
-NAZCHELAIKKS.
-The Top Of The World; You and Me.
-Inexplicable Memory.
-Spray Paint Was Meant For Graffiti And Not For Spr...
-And They Say I Have Issues.
-Heels Over Head.
-If Your Life's Out There, I Bet You Haven't Found ...
-FINALLY.