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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.




ENCORE

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
A Day Without Sunshine Is Like, You Know, Night. 3:54 PM

10. “Racing through the city, windows down, in the back of yellow checkered cars.” -Fall Out Boy

o9. Laughing out loud with my buddies.

o8. Messing about in public places, especially in cinemas. Nothing like that.

o7. Being able to lie around like a bum without the drama of school, friends or that History quiz to worry about. Oh, joy.

o6. Lying on probably the most comfortable bed in the world, surrounded by pillows and a thick blanket, rain thundering on your window, your best friend whom you’ve know since God-knows-when next to you, and nothing but the pure bliss of being able to wake up at anytime you want the next day complete with a swimming pool waiting for you.

o5. 3 words: Sleeping and Eating.

o4. Getting soaked to the skin under the rain with my best buddies. There’s nothing like having the best memories while drenched in something that has fallen from 10, 000 feet above you.

o3. Those one-off memories with people you probably won’t ever forget.

o2. The fact that it doesn’t bother me what people think and that I have the freedom to do absolutely anything I want until my heart gives out. Not a lot of people have that kind of freedom. They deny themselves the pleasure.

o1. The sweet, sweet sound of music.


But this list isn’t worth God, friends & family and I swear to you, they stand above it, they do.



That is probably the most clichéd list of 10 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT LIFE, so don’t expect much. Really. It took a LOT of willpower to write that down; I just really couldn’t be bothered. I can honestly say, there are a million other things that are meant to be in that list but like it says, just ten. And I’d probably die of exhaustion writing them down.

For heaven’s sake, don’t you know you just CAN’T fit all the things you oh-so-love about life into some crummy 10 thing list? I’m gonna go scratch all that.

There. The elation of my existence isn’t worth being jotted down into a list, sorry. (:

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YESTERDAY.
-Mid Year's Verdict.
-Dear IT DOESN'T MATTER,
-Senseless Jabbering.
-Things I Have Learned From On Vacation (That Is, O...
-Wasted?
-Young And Reckless.
-So it's the weekend again, sad how it's gets over ...
-High School's An Anarchy and I'm The Anarchist.
-Miserable Guts/Pits On Wednesdays.
-Don't mind the tagboard right now. The people alon...