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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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Thursday, July 31, 2008
How I Spent Last Night (In A Cramped Up Grocery Store) 2:57 PM

We went to SKH last night to go buy some food for the kitchen and well, I got really bored so I went off to this empty aisle and just sort of sat there and wrote all the following down. I’m not kidding. People were looking. As if you’ve never seen anyone sitting on carton of baby wipes before writing her blog because she hasn’t got anything else to do in this forsaken pit.

7:58 pm

This is great. I’m sitting here on s box of wet tissues, alone in a secluded aisle of tampons, toothpaste and herbal medicines, in a really, REALLY, cramped up grocery store. And guess what, you can even see everything I’m doing if you look into security TV number 4 (I know so, my sister just told me). Geez. I wanna go home!


8:00 pm

Speaking of which, the awesome Epiphone electric guitar that I really want, ahem, need, is sitting on its rack calling out to me. “Chelsea, buy me. Buy me. Buuuuy me. You know you want it.” AAAAAAARRRRGGGH. Get me away from here! Ah, we’re leaving.


8:02 PM

Apparently not. And the intercom keeps paging for someone named JoJo. I should really move from this spot (aisle of instant noodles and coconut and egg jam. WHAT?). People are looking. I mean, get a life!

8:21 PM

“Welcome to SKH Supermarket, where comfort is not an option! Try out our special, squeeze through our ubër tight aisles and knock other people senseless. It’s great! Get in line, now! Because here at SKH, we love to see you get squished!”


8:22 PM

They really, REALLY need to renovate this dump. Perhaps a bigger floor area?!

8:34 PM

My hopes of going home have long been dashed ): Gawrsh. I never expected this to happen. The cashiers are having a bit of trouble, okay, a LOT of trouble with the credit card and are taking out every single thing in the grocery bags. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!


8:36 PM

Apparently there’s something wrong with the credit card. Dude, it’s NOT cut. Is it?


8:44 PM

Oh no, thank God. One of the ladies was a new employee (she definitely will not be winning the employee of the month contest any time soon, you can count on that) and well, she keyed everything in wrong so the other cashier had to do it all over again. WHAT? What are the scanner thingies for then? Whew. For a second, I thought the credit card’s gone over the limit or something. Haha. Oh well. Homeward bound.


Take my advice: Never, I repeat, never, go to SKH if you're claustrophobic. (It means the fear of closed spaces and NOT the fear of Santa Claus. Really.)

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