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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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Monday, September 29, 2008
Has Anyone Seen This Guy? 12:05 PM

I just got off the phone with Ells after about a couple of hours talking non-stop. Except for the parts where I had to take a bath, she had to call someone else and running out of credit. Which is the main reason the line went dead.

What sucks is that Audrey is leaving today (you knew that, didn’t you?), in about an hour and well, Ells & I were supposed to get our asses off to the airport but no, we’re here at home. My parents can’t get off work and Ells doesn’t wanna go without me. The stupid thing is I thought her flight was at 12.20 MIDNIGHT! Not noon. I thought we had to go there at about 10 PM. Apparently, no, it was in the morning. I know I’m pretty clever but I can be such a dumbass too.

Well, Audrey if you’re reading this (probably not, you’re in the airport), Ells & I are really, very, VERY sorry we couldn’t make it. Not that I was begged to be there. Ells wanted me to go, and I just wanted to see you for the last time. Arrivedarci anyway (:

Even though we couldn’t see Audrey off, this morning has been pretty unforgettable. Which is mostly due to the fact that Ells called Josh (who’s gone absolutely AWOL), which I’m pretty sure freaked the hell outta him. The conversation went like this:


“Hello?”
“Hello?”
“Hi, uh, is this Josh?”
“Yeah, who’s this?”
(in a very, very eager & enthusiastic way)
“HI.”
“Uh..”
“Chelsea’s looking for you!”
“Um, where is she?”
“At her house. But she’s really worried that you’re not talking to her!”
“No.”
“Well, I’m gonna hang up now. Bye.”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Hanging up.”

*beep*beep*beep*


So you probably realized that Ells never told Josh who she was and yeah, I’ve been pretty much in anxiety yesterday. It’s really weird, how would you feel, if this random girl suddenly wakes you up (he was sleeping) telling you that someone’s looking for you. Not that I asked Ells to call him, I would call him if I were that worried. Okay, so I am worried. Could you blame me though?

There was this part where we tried adding him to our call, like, conferencing but the bloody thing doesn’t work. At all. Geez, why do these phone companies add in the bloody function when they don’t even work. That’s just really helpful!

When I grow up, I mean, like, when I can, I’m gonna go sue Sony Ericsson, Nokia and all those phone companies for all they’re worth. 3 way conference call? My arse!

Cause what happened was, I tried calling him while on the line with Ells but I never heard the phone ringing so we thought that maybe he DID pick up but 3 way conference calling doesn’t let the third caller speak, just listen, so that had Ells & I freaking out.

We seriously thought he had picked up and was listening to our every word. But we couldn’t hear him talking so we had these 5 second gaps to let him talk ‘cause maybe he couldn’t get a word in since we’re so talkative. Haha. Well anyway, at the first 5 second silence, we distinctly heard a low voice saying ‘hello’. Which freaked the living daylights out of the both of us, I swear! It was like, some Freddy Kruger thing. No, more like a scene in When A Stranger Calls. AAARRRRGGGGHHH.

So we thought what a stupid functionality that would be, you can call someone but they wouldn’t be able to say a thing. Therefore we called it ‘The Stalker Mode’. Cause you know when stalkers call the stalkee, they just listen to their voices with heavy bated breathing.

But I seriously thought he’d gone and died. Like, honestly. And that his ghost still roams the house ‘cause you know like, in movies where, ghostly figures can’t say a word right? So that just backed up our Joshua’s-Gone-Up-To-Heaven theory.

Well, he doesn’t go online, return my calls nor reply my message, so that pretty much had me worked up.

WHY AM I SO CONCERNED ANYWAY?!?!
I’ve lost it, oh no, I’ve finally lost it.

Well anyway, I just texted him and he is NOT dead (from what I previously thought, and I’m not kidding, I mean it literally, that’s what had me worried sick, I thought he’d gone and was pushing up daisies right now, as weird as that sounds). So it’s all good. Whew. See?

This is what happens when people don’t return my calls or reply my messages. I turn into some paranoid psychopath.

Yeah, lesson learnt for today you guys:
Always Reply Chelsea’s Messages And Return Her Calls. Or Else.

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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.
-The Kid In Yellow.
-AWOL (I'm Sorry, Do I Know You?)
-Holiday Class, We Are So Jaded.
-Yeah.
-Much Ado About Nothing
-The 5-Day Holiday: Day Three: Power Cut.
-A 5 Day Holiday: Day One; Getting Kicked Out.
-It's Called Re-La-Ting
-Out Of The Shower And Onto The Bed
-Total Number of People Online: 0