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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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LOUDER NOW.

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Monday, July 7, 2008
..A Week After. 4:16 PM

Yeah, about that..got home last Tuesday and simply couldn’t be bothered to make an entry about it but here I am now, aren’t I? Anyway, had like a horde of people all over me for dried mango, so sorry for not getting that much. Well, staying in the Philippines was great, honestly, except the air. It can’t get any more polluted that that. Whoo. =.=”

On the downside, I didn’t get half of what I wanted to buy :| Too bad eh, especially the Fender guitar which was hell expensive, Kevin was so practical about it being on the plane if I did buy one. He insisted that I can’t bring it back here since it’ll get crushed in the baggage hold and I can’t keep it with me either since there wasn’t much space. Well I guess it doesn’t matter now, since I DON’T have one. Maybe I’ll save up or something. I need a job. Screw.

Anyway, it’s been a week and nothing has changed in school. It’s still small, has holes and splattered ceilings. Only the toilets can actually be locked and doesn’t reek the smell of crap anymore. Wow, how pathetic, is our school that low? And did I mention the school has officially changed names? It blows though, the new name :| The anthem or school song, whatever, I prefer calling it an ‘anthem’, sounds so bad with all the little children singing it, honestly. I mean they keep playing it over and over, geez. Well, it’s only been a couple of fortnights, what was I expecting? For the school to somehow magically change into something like JIS with its own gym, pool and advance technology? Nope. Same old multi purpose parking lot, old stripy grey uniform and unbelievably slow Internet connection :|

The class has missed me though, how touching :DD Aikks told me it was so quiet, too damn quiet for its own good. The teachers, mainly Teacher English, noticed the calm and figured I was gone. Hell, my BM teacher made rumors for my three week absence saying some homosexual, yes, homosexual, don’t fret, pushed me off the stairs and I had to spend three weeks in the hospital, critical condition. Honestly. I see they haven’t changed, Brandy and Qawi, still quarrelling and making up every 5 seconds, the boys are still bums and Azim is still the arrogant little him. Hahaha.

Well it’s good to be back here, friends, guitar, bed & annoying little classmates. Ah, can’t get any better than this (just picture me with an silly grin plastered on my face, sighing in contentment).

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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.
-..I miss New York.
-Apologies for no entries in about a week now, gett...
-Home Nevertheless. Days Five && Six; Mainly The City.
-Forever Hold Your Peace In Pieces.
-Scratch That Last.
-Screw that, I’ve got it now. We’re on the way to M...
-To Ells & Rchellerz +Paths; My Amateur Skin.
-Home Nevertheless. Day Four; Photographs.
-Home Nevertheless. Day Two; Photographs.
-While I'm Here.