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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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LOUDER NOW.

cbox.ws
Monday, September 15, 2008
Total Number of People Online: 0 2:49 PM

“..Love just blew in through the door. Oh no, no, wait, he’s not love, he’s just some dude who you apparently like because of constant donning of Michael Jackson hair. Well, it is kinda cool.”


Something tells me I should go online. Well, here I am, armed with a killer nickname & an attitude to match but I don’t see anyone who I’d bother to chat with. =.=

This is so boring. Honestly. I’d appreciate it if people would at least try to make conversation with me.

****
Kevin: **** you, jackass!

Kids pass by.

Me: You did not hear that!!
Kid: Yes, I did! *giggles*
Me: No you didn’t!
Kid: I heard it!
Me: No you didn’t! This conversation never happened, go on, walk away!

Kids walk away laughing.


Last Saturday must have been the worst weekend ever. I woke up, was force fed breakfast (despite my appeal to go fasting, just like the Muslims), went to school, rode back, and endured a horrible blackout two times, screaming everytime the lights goes out, pleading to go God to bring back the lights, went online to get someone to call the electricity department while my parents were at this retro themed party (she went as a chocolate bar and he went as...my dad).

Haha. Yeah. But it’s cool. No black out right now right? Thank God.

So today was...interesting. Not really. There was this car boot sale (to be honest, I didn’t see the boot of any car) at school and there were all these people selling books, clothes, lightbulbs, chocolate mousse, cheesecake and hamsters. The last sold out real quick, much to the demand of screaming little children begging each other for $5.

Which reminds me of my hamster. He died. Yeah. Well anyway, at least he died peacefully unlike the way Shannon’s hamster died (her mom accidentally stepped on it crushing it). Enough about that.

Tomorrow’s the last day of school. Not. Us, Year 9s, unfortunately, have holiday class. Darn it. This is so frustrating. Well, it’s not like there’s anything to do at home. Sigh.

This is getting really boring. How the hell do you get rid of someone and kindly tell him his jokes are NOT funny and his pranks are too immature without hurting his feelings? Cause I am sick, sick, sick and I’m gonna puke if I hear another graphic joke, which I completely am NOT interested in.

****
Seriously, where is everyone? Oi, you! Get your arse back online.

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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.
-This Isn't Where I'm Supposed To Be
-I Have To, No Point Not Moving.
-In Memory of Luigi.
-Buddy.
-A Few Photographs of Random Years.
-In Reply.
-15 Or So Things You Probably Didn't Know Or Ever N...
-The Paper War Chronicles
-No Longer Miserable, Just Stunning.
-Saturday