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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.




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Monday, September 15, 2008
Out Of The Shower And Onto The Bed 8:54 PM

Mmm, singing in the shower is so fun. I was singing Jasey Rae all the way, it’s a beautiful song.

Just got out of the shower (smelling good, looking good, feeling good, haha) a couple of minutes ago and my hair is half wet, half kinked up. What is with that stupid rule “You have to tie up your hair so that teachers can see whether you’re paying attention, sleeping or plugged in to your iPod”?! For goodness sake, I’m sick of it. Our school so sucks. But I have absolutely no intention of moving, except maybe to JIS, the people here rock.

Something to look forward to everyday. Which reminds me...tomorrow’s Tuesday. Reasons NOT to look forward to tomorrow:


O1. We have 5 periods of Math straight before break. *Screams* No, no, mustn’t let them get to me. But you know, it’s sad. Last Tuesday, about half of our class didn’t turn up until after the 2nd or 3rd period. Haha. Some didn’t even bother going to school at all.

O2. We have lab tomorrow, but as sucky as it seems, half of all the computers in the lab are clearly dysfunctional; either they’ve lost a mouse, a keyboard or no Internet. But you know, even WITH the Internet, it’s freaking slow and it takes hours to get to any dotcom. Gosh.

O3. Another day of cat & mouse chase with the discipline teacher. Dammit, why don’t you just leave me and my hair alone already!

O4. Another day of having to endure severely unfunny and graphic jokes, while running away trying not to get caught in the act of ‘ditching’. I can’t take it. Not any longer.

O5. Another day of backbiting, back talking with everyone else. To be honest, I am sick of talking about people behind their backs; from now on, it’s either I don’t talk about them or don’t talk AT ALL. And if they get on MY nerves on more time, it’s not my fault I lose my cool and burst in their faces. This applies to all those I’m conspiring against right now (that is Ronnie, my clone, the annoying graphic joker and uh, ******).
06. It’s the last day of school. Not really.


And I also have reasons to look forward to tomorrow:


O1. It’s the last day for ‘normal day’ students so that means the last day of hanging out with um, people who are normal day students. Haha. Like, for example, Josh. Who probably isn’t going to school, that pessimist, claims there’s nothing to do in school but so much to do at home. I can’t say I feel the same. Haha.
O2. There is an upside to the 5 periods of Torture. Teachers can’t take 4 to 5 periods of their subject straight for 2 hours and a half, so they end up teaching us for about an hour and give the rest as time for us to ‘do whatever the heck we want as long as we keep our mouths shut and our hands to ourselves’.
O3. Since all the computers in the lab suck, that means one hour of free period/roaming around school with Aikks. I’m not entirely sure if we’re allowed to do that, but who cares anyway.
O4. I like school.
O5. I like school a lot.


I hope tomorrow will be a brighter day.

Sleep tight everyone, I bid you sweet dreams.

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