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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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Thursday, September 4, 2008
The Paper War Chronicles 2:29 PM

“For the Year 9s and Year 10s, nothing much is going on.” –Ronnie at today’s assembly

That could be the understatement of the year.

These days, you know after the mocks, have been incredibly vague and awfully messed up. Honest. I can’t explain it but it’s been crazy since the exams started. On the academic side of things, they’ve changed our timetable, our schedule’s all messed up, we’ve been having nothing but free time on most days (that part, I like) and there’s just so much going on.

Our timetable’s freaking insane. 5 freaking periods of freaking Math, straight on Tuesdays. Seriously. Who can survive that? Even teacher Ronnie didn’t like it. I bet our Math teacher’s gonna have a cardiac arrest when she finds out she had 2 hours straight with us (she doesn’t like our class a lot) I wonder who the heck decided to screw up our timetable?

Today we had like, Science from break till dismissal. For now it’s alright, since our Science teacher’s gone on holiday and all we had was free period. The first period was spent having paper ball fights. Teachers kept coming in at random moments and we had to like, snatch the paper balls from all over the floor and hide them (they take cleanliness too seriously, not like it ever makes the school better, I mean just look at the toilets). Serious fun, apart from the principal coming in on two occasions.

The next half hour, a sub came in and he brought these chess sets and the dudes were all worked up about it while I was looking through this really cool guitar magazine, I forgot the name but the electric guitars featured were freaking awesome. There was a picture of Joseph Trohman in it and I just sorta kept shoving into people’s faces going, “Look, it’s Joe, he’s my hero, seriously.” Haha.

We had to some English work for the last two periods. I have no freaking idea why they wanted us sit quietly like it was the freaking qualifyings. 20 minutes through the paper I got really bored and threw a paper ball at this dude in front of me who threw it back and thus, World War III began. I just kept dragging people into it by throwing paper balls at random classmates, and they aimed at whoever they suspected and eventually the whole class got in on it and amazingly, the sub didn’t notice a thing. Freaking fun.

I never really finished my English classwork. The fight went on till dismissal.

Haha. Which was really crazy, I missed my ride home; actually, they left me, so I tried hitching a ride with someone. But everyone I asked somehow couldn’t give me a lift home.

Aikks couldn’t cause her dad’s got guests to entertain, Nickks couldn’t since his dad’s got stuff to do, Josh just wouldn’t because he thinks my house is too far (seriously), Des couldn’t cause he thinks his grandfather’s too embarrassing or something (he sounds cool, from what I’ve heard), Liz couldn’t cause her parents were in a rush, and Hanee couldn’t, she lives nowhere near me.

Wow. It’s like; none of them even wanted me in their car. What the hell? Do I have a sign on me that says Will Bite You, Stay Away? I thought so. A couple of these girls in my class are freaking scared of me (they ask permission even to sit/be anywhere near Aikks and I hang out) Seriously. What is up with that?

So anyway, I ended up hitching a ride with Winnie, who I am not even remotely close too, I just happened to know her and she just happened to live somewhere near me. Before I asked her, I asked Nickks and so we waited by the hill thing with Josh and Des and Des had his paintings with him (he’s in Art) and we talked about art and stuff and there was this part where we accused him of being color blind (I think he is):


Des: (to Josh) Have you seen your brother paint? He’s color blind.

Me: Haha, no really?
Des: Nahh.
Me: You know, I think you’re color blind.

*points to this violet colored circle on Des’ drawing block*

Me: Okay, what color is that?
Des: Uh, blue-y purple?
Me: What? No, it’s white man. See, you’re color blind. It’s white right?
Nickks: Yeah, it is.
Josh: Yeah.
Me: See? It’s white.
Some random guy next to Des: It’s white.
Des (looking all confused): What????

*looks at the drawing block again*

Des: OH YEAH. It is white. I thought you were pointing at that thing.
We all laugh like crazy.



You wanna know something? Nothing on that drawing block was white. Gosh. I really, really, really think he’s color blind. Hahaha. I don’t know if it’s still funny the way I badly wrote it, but it was hilarious if you were there. So then we looked at all his artwork and stuff. Here’s another insane scene:


Everyone looking at Des’ drawings. We see a test paper in which all you had to do was draw one of the scenarios given.

Me: Oh, that’s cool. What’s the big deal? Art is easy.

Followed by this HUGE SILENCE and EVERYONE STARING AT ME (everyone there except Josh & Lee, actually I’m not sure if her name’s Lee—oh no wait, it’s Lim haha, I looked in the yearbook. Anyway, everyone else was in the Art stream except them, and after studying Art for almost a year, I guess they know, whether or not Art’s easy).

Me: Okay, what is up with the silence and why’s everyone looking at me weird?
Someone: Art is NOT easy.



After that scene, I guess art isn’t as easy as it looks. But hey, I was a born artist. Hahaha. No, seriously. Well, after all that, everyone went home and so did I in Winnie’s car. Which smelt like dog pee. No offence. She texted me after that:

“Pssst...Sorry bout the smell in the car. Haha. Cause last night we kept a puppy from the roadside there in my seat.”

I suppose that’s alright, it was for a good cause anyway haha. I salute you dude for taking in an abandoned little puppy, which, if you never did, would’ve probably gotten killed. Unless you took it home for animal testing or something. Hahaha, no I’m kidding. Gosh.

Well I finally got home; my dad didn’t even notice I was gone. Funny huh? Ah well, I’m exhausted now. It’s the weekend (again), in a couple of days and I am tired already.

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January 2008
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YESTERDAY.
-No Longer Miserable, Just Stunning.
-Saturday
-I'm Taken Back To The Glory Days
-Please, Never Forget To Reply Us, It's All Right I...
-Ambition #04
-Almost.
-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.