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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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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Almost. 9:02 PM

I have three good reasons why I want a job at Chill.

1. It’s at the mall.
2. It gets me money, which is the main reason I want a job in the first place.
3. Because my on

Scratch the third reason, it’s uh...personal. Please God, please, can I get a job there? Please, oh please.

****
The mocks are OVER. Hallelujah. I cannot believe it’s over that quick. It was like, “The mocks are tomorrow, can you believe we’re here already?” and then suddenly “The exams are over, hurrah”. That was quick.

The tension’s not gone yet though. Well it is for me, but now that the mocks are over, we have to get over PMB too. Which is like, one month and a half from today. Just like what Alister said:

“Seems like I just took my PCE yesterday and now we’re here already. What?”

Just proves that time slips away faster than you can grab at it huh. And everyone’s still you know, screaming their heads off about it. Just relax, gosh, it can’t be that hard.

****
Here’s to Alister:

I mentioned you, and I suppose you’re happy now? Haha. You better be a regular man, or I will sue.

I hope you understand everything here. Uh, I can’t get off my arse and make you a dictionary. Hahahaha. Live with it then. Sleep well, potato dude.
I have three good reasons why I want a job at Chill.

1. It’s at the mall.
2. It gets me money, which is the main reason I want a job in the first place.
3. Because my on

Scratch the third reason, it’s uh...personal. Please God, please, can I get a job there? Please, oh please.

****
The mocks are OVER. Hallelujah. I cannot believe it’s over that quick. It was like, “The mocks are tomorrow, can you believe we’re here already?” and then suddenly “The exams are over, hurrah”. That was quick.

The tension’s not gone yet though. Well it is for me, but now that the mocks are over, we have to get over PMB too. Which is like, one month and a half from today. Just like what Alister said:

“Seems like I just took my PCE yesterday and now we’re here already. What?”

Just proves that time slips away faster than you can grab at it huh. And everyone’s still you know, screaming their heads off about it. Just relax, gosh, it can’t be that hard.

****
Here’s to Alister:

I mentioned you, and I suppose you’re happy now? Haha. You better be a regular man, or I will sue.

I hope you understand everything here. Uh, I can’t get off my arse and make you a dictionary. Hahahaha. Live with it then. Sleep well, potato dude.

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November 2008
December 2008
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March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
March 2010
November 2010

YESTERDAY.
-It's Been A Week Or So And Wouldn't You Know It.
-Miserable And Stunning
-Let's Head For The Hills.
-It's Coming Up. It's Exams.
-It's "Dumping People Into Trash Cans" Day
-I Tried To Be Like Grace Kelly, But All Her Looks ...
-Between Hours of 10 & 01.
-It's Good To Be A Pessimist
-Anemniactic (I'm Not)
-How I Spent Last Night (In A Cramped Up Grocery St...