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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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Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Lemon Wedgie. (24 Hours, Whooooooooooo) 7:43 PM

Chels: Dude! Guess what I wrote for number 4d, Section C? I didn’t know the answer.
Qawi: What? What did you write?
Chels: I was like, “Refer to Form 3 Textbook.”
Qawi: Chels, that’s a stupid answer. You should’ve written “Google it yourself.” That would’ve been smarter.


Yeah. I know. Well hey! They didn’t want you to leave any blanks so I thought “Refer to Form 3 textbook” would’ve been a sensible answer if you didn’t know the actual answer. I’m clever, live with it. Haha, so it’s either the checker’d get ticked off my smart answer or they’d get impressed and give me plus marks. Chyeah, as if. Hey, it could happen, know.

But I agree with Qawi. “Google it yourself” would be the smartest answer! >< I’ve been waiting for the chance to give off that answer, glad it’s here.

Lucky fellas though, the people who sit for IRK instead of Commerce. Their exams ended today & the holiday begins for them. Dude, you shoulda seen them, all happy and such when the invigilators announce the end of the exam.

Invigilator: Those whose exams end today, all the best & happy holidays!
IRK students: YEAHHH! [grins & smirks]
Invigilator: Those who’re sitting for Commerce, I’ll see YOU tomorrow.
Commerce students: [grooooaaaaannnnnnnn]

It won’t be long now *evil, sinister, maniac laugh*. Today was fun! All the goofy douchey conversations us kids get into. Here are some conversations today:


[Aikks needs to photocopy commerce notes, it’s half past 5, most teachers’ve gone home]

Aikks: Are there still any people in the front office?
Chels: Um like, Uncle Kenneth?
Aikks: Yeah.

[Uncle Kenneth is right behind Aikks, goes into his car]

Chels: Well, he’s getting into his car now.
Aikks: NOOO! I NEED TO PHOTOCOPY SOMETHING!!
Chels: Well you better hurry, he just shut the door.
Aikks: NOO! [digs into her bag for the papers]
Chels: He’s putting in the key.
Aikks: [still frantically digging, screaming hysterically]
Chels: He’s turned on the ignition.
Aikks: NO! [in hysterics, still searching]

[His car leaves the parking lot]

Chels: He just left.

X

[Aikks & Chels arguing about who gets to keep commerce notes]

Chels: I need it too!
Aikks: Well, you’re smarter than me!
Chels: Aha! I’ll take that as a confession!

X

[Chels, Aikks walking to Supa Save, sees a stake]

Chels: Hey look, you can use that to kill a vampire.
Aikks: I was gonna say that!
Chels: Oh well.
Aikks: You can only partially kill them with a stake though; you have to use a lemon wedge.
Chels: A lemon what?

X

[Mickko does this incredibly hilarious dance while performing a song by Jet]

Chels: You guys performing that for prom?
Mickko: Maybe. Barry wants me to.
Chels: Oh! Feature me then!
Mickko: Alright! *puts on one of those boxer match announcer voices*
Mickko: Give it up for Barry’s band!! *discreetly & quickly* Plus Chelsea.

X

[Justin walks towards Isaac]

Isaac: Look! It’s a Pokémon!

X

[Sticks, Isaac, Janno & Kiko all talk about nonsensical yet hilarious garbage]

Aikks: I’m with a bunch of retards.
Chels: Oh, I feel your agony.


X

Mickko: You know what they say, I'm the fisherman, not the bait!
Chels: Right.
Isaac: Yeah, and Chelsea killed all the fish.

X

Mickko: Do you think Janno’s dangerous?
Chels: Not at all.
Janno: See?
Mickko: *incredulously* What?!
Chels: He’s as dangerous as a rabbit.
Janno: What?!

X

[still talking about how not dangerous Janno is]

Chels: He’s as dangerous as a box of kittens.
Mickko: Werewolves. WEREWOLVES.

X

[STILL talking about it]

Jemuel: He’s as dangerous as a tree!
Chels: Trees are dangerous, my friend.
Jemuel: Only if you run straight into them!



Good times eh? Good times, I love my mates. I mean, the scenes up there might not have been funny, but hell, they were at the time! I cannot wait for tomorrow, last exam! And then, and then, and then we’re gonna go straight to the mall, celebrate. Oh yeah, guys, don’t forget your timetables!

So, I leave you with photos:


Qawi, myself and Aikks. Good for him, exams are over & done with.


Nickks, Aikks & I.


Me, Afif & Aikks. He’s leaving! I’m gonna miss this dude! Here we go again: everyone leaving x/


Aikks & I.



This crazy bastard mixed two Pepsis together. And drank them. Not that he’ll explode or anything.


Later that night:

[sound of distant explosion]

Chels: Did you guys hear that? Must be Isaac’s stomach. His guts are probably flying halfway across the country right now. Oh well. Don’t say we didn’t warn him.



Well! That is what happens when you mix Mentos and a Coke.


Mmmm...Pepsi.


Mmhmm. Well, gotta run now, need some last minute studying for Commerce.

*Spongebob voice* I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready!

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