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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, October 6, 2008
10 Days Less: A Presidential Note. 5:09 PM

5 o’clock already? I just fell asleep reading Saint Maybe (this really cool novel Richelle lent me, I know should at least be reading my textbooks or notes) at around half past two and next thing I know, my mom’s nudging at me to get up (she doesn’t want me to sleep the whole afternoon). I lost some sleep last night, I don’t know, either my mild insomnia from the mock exam days has made a comeback or I was excited to get back to school the next day. Or both.

(Or maybe because my 11 year old brother won't stop talking about Josh and Spongebob Squarepants. He thinks Josh lives under a rock and he even bet his favorite character was Squidward since they're both so pessimistic and all. And guess what, I asked Josh who he liked in Spongebob and he did Squidward. HAHA. I think my bro may be stalking you Josh. I don't even know how in Pete's name did we start talking about you, like, I swear.)

So I was pretty droopy eyed and the only thing that made me get outta bed was the white spaghetti sitting on my desk. FOOD. Works all the time.

Anyway, sometimes I think time goes way too fast, faster than it really should. Like the fact that PMB is only 10 days away. They really ought rewind time (which is technically, you know, IMPOSSIBLE) or like, postpone it. I’m pretty sure the rest of the Year 9 population are in favour of that decision. Right fellas? We’ll vote you for president when the elections come around. No wait, we don’t have a President. Well, it’s not like it’s legal for teens to vote anyway.

OBAMA, IF YOU’RE READING THIS, COULD YOU, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE POSTPONE OUR EXAMS? THANKS A LOT, YOU’LL MAKE A GREAT PRESIDENT, GOD BLESS AMERICA. Haha, yeah right, as if he’d suddenly find me writing this. Oh wait, I could ask Paths to talk to him. HAHA. Okay, Chelsea’s finally lost it, my bad.

After fourteen days, you would miss school and the people who’re usually in it. I literally hugged the walls of my class today. Okay, that was lame =.= But anyway, it’s great to be back, it’s been pretty long and I already forgot what books we were supposed to bring and what subjects we had and a million other things.

And guess what? We’re still using that stupid schedule from last month, the one with 5 periods of Math. *sigh. So I think the holidays went by too fast. Oh well. But I really oughta run and study, honestly, I shouldn’t even be writing this, and just so you know, I might be posting a little less frequently.
So if you come here, staring at the same post you’ve seen yesterday or yester-yesterday, then that means I probably glued my ass to the table and forcing myself to take in details of World War I or like, applying the Pythagorean Theorem or something.

I have really got to balance my time and all; I have to make a major decision in a few days, I have a major exam in a couple of weeks, and a major concert a month away. WHICH YOU GUYS BETTER BE AT, I BETTER SEE YOUR FACES IN THE AUDIENCE! Neo’s staging a concert marking their 3rd anniversary next month and I can’t wait. Haha, more details on that later. So anyway, ending this now. Skavush.


Days to PMB: 10

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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.
-Statue Number 917: Holiday Privileges
-August Is Over, September Done Over, And October I...
-Has Anyone Seen This Guy?
-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.