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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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Sunday, September 21, 2008
Much Ado About Nothing 7:42 PM

“..And from your lips, she drew the hallelujah.”
–Hallelujah




So I almost got the spot at Chill. Yeah, almost. Not that I failed the interview, it’s just that I was too freaked out. By the guy who owns the place. Well, he was intimidating and all. But who cares? I’ll try again. But I prefer finding out whether they do take under aged, non-locals as their employees, rather than going for the interview and getting immediately turned down for not having a yellow IC.

Yesterday could win The Most Uneventful Going-Out award of the year. Yeah, we didn’t do much, Aikks, Rona, Des & I, and we spent virtually the WHOLE time at Chill. Haha, faithful clients, we are. There weren’t any customers at all, so we decided to take over the place for a bit, and we just kinda sat all over pretending we didn’t know each other. Rona was stuck outside eating her sandwich, Aikks inside; I was in the middle while Des sat in the most secluded corner he could find. Of course, the waiters, who were like, Nikki & Giebabe, didn’t mind. And there wasn’t anything to do, so we all just watched TV. Yep, free entertainment for everyone.

We didn’t bother watching anything either cause nothing slightly amusing was on. Well, Aikks wanted to go see Mamma Mia but Rona & I’d rather not. It was mighty awkward too when Des arrived cause well, he got freaked that it was an all female crowd. Honestly speaking, he didn’t say a word until much, much later. He was really shy (which was one reason why we spread over Chill, less awkward, haha). Man, I can honestly say it would’ve been seriously funner if Josh was there. Couldn’t make it thought, sadly.

The only highlight of yesterday was going to the pool at Rizqun and getting kicked out. Aikks was willing to pay me money if I jumped into the pool. I wanted to, I really did. Haha. And for about 10 minutes, we tried ever so hard to get each other wet. Until this guy in pink came up to Des and said that we should get out and that the pool was ‘only for customers’. Killjoy.

So basically what we did was sit all over Chill, get wet (to the point of looking like you’ve pissed in your pants) in the pool area, get kicked out, walk around aimlessly and uh, that’s kinda it. Highly uneventful, I must say.

Oh well, bloody hope next time we go out would at least be a little funner. What sucks is that our 5-day holiday just ended tonight and well, it’s back to getting our lazy 9th & 11th grade asses back to school tomorrow. Wish I was in the 10th grade. I’m not even sure what the subjects are for tomorrow. Goodness.

And so ladies & gentlemen, without further ado, the holiday ends.

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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 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
-Total Number of People Online: 0
-This Isn't Where I'm Supposed To Be
-I Have To, No Point Not Moving.
-In Memory of Luigi.
-Buddy.