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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.
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nikki.
nina.
paths; the photographer.
pinkyy.
rcheller; the Manhattanite.
rhona.
ria.
relzz.
rielle/jan.
rosemary.
rubianca.
sarrrr.
seebs.
sim.
syiqah.
shanny!
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ummi syahirah.
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viel.
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zim.
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Thursday, July 24, 2008
You Can't Stay Young Forever, Yet You Can Be Immature Forever. 3:46 PM

Funny how that’s true.

Speaking of which, we’re getting old. How many times has that been said before? Pffft, a million more times than I’d like to hear, and I don’t wanna grow up. I mean, yeah, we probably wouldn’t wanna be 30 and married, 40 with children, 50 with flab, 60 with no ha-- Okay, never mind that, but the thought of it freaks the daylight out of my skin. We won’t always be like this, the reckless youth of our day huh? One day, we’re all gonna have to graduate, pack up, go to college and spend the rest of our lives in stupid, cramped up cubicles, getting yelled at by your boss and having no time for anything else.

NOT ME. That is definitely NOT gonna happen to me, not ever. I don’t wanna end up like my mom, her stupid senior thinks he’s all that and treats everyone like slaves. Not happening to me, I swear. I’m gonna study ass hard, graduate, get into some big name college, get a diploma or something, work in a hotel and eventually open my own up. It’s a high ambition (: And yeah, I bet you’re probably all, in your dreams. Whatever. At least I know where I’m going. Do you?

I envy Paths. In terms of she’s-got-everything-going. Her passion’s photography and she’s is REALLY good at it, and now look where she’s at. Sixteen and handling her own photo shoots. Whatta kickass photographer. You can honestly say, she’s gonna have photo shoots for all those glamorous people and make cash out of it. And it’s not even about cash, it’s about passion. Know what I mean?

Here’re immature ambitions of mine:

Ambition #1: To see human dominoes; preferably caused by myself, preferably during assembly.

I saw this really cool ad where the whole city went domino-wise and I have dreamed of doing that ever since. I’ve attempted a couple of times so far (pushed random people standing in a line, maybe I should try in public), but…it didn’t work. Not giving though :p

Ambition #2: To see Technicolor fart.

That’s probably the STUPIDEST thing in the world, but I find it hilarious. It’s scientifically impossible too, so I probably won’t see it. Ever. Everyone thinks it’s stupid. So do I.

Ambition #3: To stumble upon a swimming pool filled instead with popcorn (buttered).

Popcorn. Popcorn. Popcorn. No microwave please, it gives you cancer. Seriously, it does.

Yeah, stupid.

Here’re the more sensible ones:

Ambition #1: Be a hotel manager and open up my own kickass hotels around the globe.

All I have to do is focus real hard on studying (I got that), graduate, go to college, take HRM and at the same time get a job at some awesome hotel and work my way to the top and eventually becoming hotel manager. All support welcomed.

Ambition #2: Get in a band, you know the drill.

Probably has little chance of becoming reality, but right now it’s good, I’m in a couple of bands as rhythmist and lead. I just wanna be known someday, you know, I mean, DON’T WE ALL?

Ambition #3: Make poverty extinct.

Help me out here people. Really.

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