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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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Sunday, June 15, 2008
Forever Hold Your Peace In Pieces. 7:38 PM

The wedding was beautiful. Not like what I see in movies though, you know like, I do this and I do that, they even missed out the ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’ bit. At least I think so. Kevin said I didn’t pay enough attention. Yeah right. All he did was fidget in the pews of the church (I was sitting next to him) and impatiently wait for the ‘You may kiss the bride’ part. That is SO Kevin-like.

The church they got married in was beautiful too, it looked much like a catherderal really. It was right next to the sea, and there were these huge wooden archways in the walls (it was pretty much open-aired) and all the salty sea air blew in. Refreshing really. Plus it was right next to the Mall of Asia. Which is huge beyond comparison by the way.

After the official wedding thing (it was my first, I’ve never really witnessed an actual wedding. I did once but it was a tiny wedding with not much people and I just happened to be there at that particular time, I didn’t even know who was getting maried), the reception was held in this huge hall thing. The best part was the dinner (finally), since the food was AWESOME. There were beef steaks, potatoes, tempura shrimp and all those.

The second best part was all the toasts and speeches. Karisma’s dad’s speech was really…touching. And her speech is return was even more touching. My mom cried. It was so damn touching, God. I mean come on, it’s a wedding, for heaven’s sake it’s like…wow. A bond forever. You guys get to spend the rest of your life together. FOREVER. Wow. And Kevin, the insensitive prick that he is, couldn’t see anything wow about it. Eh. Boys will boys and Kevin will be Kevin.

Karisma and Czar’s got somethin’ special, I can see that. Their marriage actally means something. Unlike others, whose wedding all ends in…divorce. I mean wow. What a WASTE. That’s what you get for not letting God guide you, ya hear? It’s a little weird for me though…it’s like, wow, she’s married. Already. I mean yeah, she’s 28 and she has the right but it’s kinda wow for me. We used to poke each other to death, okay, I used to poke her to death and we’d fool around at timesm she was so much like a teen and now she’s…married. Oh well, she deserves it (:

My apologies though, no photographs.

So how’s things back home? Do tell.

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-To Ells & Rchellerz +Paths; My Amateur Skin.
-Home Nevertheless. Day Four; Photographs.
-Home Nevertheless. Day Two; Photographs.
-While I'm Here.
-Home Nevertheless. Day Two; JETLAG.
-Home Nevertheless. Day One; Photographs.
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