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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, November 24, 2008
The Very Center, Dead Center Of Epicality. 6:02 PM

“..Last Saturday was awesome even though James kept shaking my seat like hell and all Rona could do was giggle bout it but still it was an amazing night, Chepi played like a rockstar. I enjoyed the company of Rona; if she wasn’t there I'd be alone the whole time. I like the way Chepi strummed the guitar, it was so professional. She made a good comeback for 'Zombie', just in case you were wondering she was playing lead. All the songs Chepi played were good and she did well [Congrats!! again Chepi]. I also liked the way the lead guitarist played 'Sweet Child o’ Mine' and the way the other girl sang 'Zombie' and 'Sweet Child Of Mine'. Me and Rona agreed the guy wearing the red cap and with a scarf around him sang pretty badly but overall the concert was good. At the end of the show we all went vain with Chepi and also got high well cause Chepi did such a good job. Then I got hugged to death by Aneesah, guess my best friend misses me a lot [I hope you become a rockstar Chels].”

-Kevin E.; Seriousness & Randomness

Chepi. Cheps. To think that I haven’t grown out of that pet name, I’m not in the 6th grade anymore! I blame you Rona. Hahaha, kidding. You though, aren’t allowed to call me that. Yes, you.

****


Vitasoy. A mixture of steroids & melamine.
-Jonathan

****


“Why does the sun have to set on this perfect day?”
-Patrick Star



And so it was. The concert was, yes, very much at the center of epicality. Saturday night, 22nd November was one of the awesomest nights ever. And the saddest, much as well. If you didn’t make it, take the shame then, it was a blast. The whole show was frigging awesome & I didn’t really mess it up at all and everyone else was bloody amazing, pardon the vulgarity. (Except the sound tech guy, he didn’t do his job right. The friggin’ guitars were louder than the vocalists, I could barely hear them at times >< And SOMEONE didn’t turn off the heavy distortion off the guitar during the mellow songs! Mellow songs.)

Everyone rocked on stage, okay, so maybe not everyone, Rona’s convinced the little kids were a little lost on stage. But everything else, everyone else deserves an encore. And the Broadway bit was great, minus the off-tune parts here and there, but all the opera-ing and Vitas-like vocalizing was fuggen’ good.

Besides the necessity of a little more melioration here and there, Saturday night’s show was AWESOME. Hell yeah. It was epic. Highlight of the end of the year, most definitely, for me I mean. I won’t ever forget that night.

Although, I can’t believe what we’ve rehearsed for, for more than a couple of months, is now over. Like, wow. It hasn’t sunk in that much yet. It’s like, that’s it? I mean, yeah it was amazing but...it seemed too soon to be over already.

And oh God, everyone else I’ve met, I miss them like hell already. And it’s only been 2 days =.= I guess I’ve just gotten so used to seeing them every day at rehearsals, all the fun and all the memories. All the silly little things we laughed over, all the mellow moments, the awkward ones, all the junk food I am now inevitably sick of (I’ll never look at chips the same way again), and all the awesome new faces.

I don’t wanna sound cliché but you do get it. Because of this concert, I met people, different, entirely different & amusing people (not to mention too-gifted people as well, honestly, seems everyone at Neo knows how to play at the least three instruments, AND sing, I am so out of place). People I would definitely remember for life. The past week till Saturday night, the friends I’ve made, I’ll never forget.

The scenes backstage were definitely not the kind of thing you’d expect just before a concert’s about to begin. The guys were playing Chinese poker, betting money at one point, the girls were jamming on New York, gummy sharks were being passed around (by yours truly), air-conditioned rooms were fought over and dressing room doors opened much to the embarrassment of almost-naked guys whose dignity and pride are covered only by a lousy pair of boxers. I reckon they should try LOCKING the door =.= Haha. Though some were just a tad bit tense, everyone else was cool.

Oh, and I wanna thank Qawi, Izwan, your cousin (I forgot her name, please don’t hate me), Aikks, Josh, Kev and Rona for coming. I can honestly say that the people sitting around you guys would never want to sit next to you again. Hahaha, you guys were awesome as well, thanks for all the support. I just got my taste of fame, I blame you. Seriously, these guys, were frigging screaming my name like mad everytime I came on stage.

I’d go on, and suddenly I’d hear someone screaming “Chelsea!! CHELSAYYYYY!!!!!” and it is just madly touching, I feel like Obama now. Okay, hard to relate, well he DOES have a lot of supporters and I’m pretty sure people screamed his name when he came on stage. Hahahaha, AND they wrote my name all over the covers of the concert magazines, and held it in the air. I feel loved. Thanks you guys, couldn’t have made it without your support. *coughcough*

Haha, people were going to me saying, “Dude, did you see those banners with your name on them? Wow, and those people were screaming your name!” Haha. Loved, yep, definitely loved. Thanks a lot fellas!

Saturday was indeed an amazing night, and oh, how I wish that that day didn’t have to end. Right after the show, I had everyone sign off my shirt, with an awfully memorable scene while at it, and Neesah gave us each a rose. Classic, innit? Love ya Neesah! You were amazing as well, though you did look a lot like Victoria from New Moon. Hahahaha :D

After the concert, Rona, Aikks & Kev crashed at my place for a bit and Rona slept over. Just like everytime I slept over at her place, I didn’t get any sleep at all. Probably because my system was still filled with the blood rush from an *cough* epic scene backstage, from last night. I blame [insert name here] :pp Oh, and of course the adrenaline also still filled my gut, I was pretty high on Friday and Saturday night and couldn’t stop jumping about and blinding everyone with Nina’s camera flash during rehearsals.

Speaking of hyperactivity and incessant running around, there was this one kid who ran into the huge wooden door backstage and sort of split his forehead in half :S NOT THE WHOLE THING, DAMMIT, the skin sort of split and all and there was blood all over the frigging threshold. Bloody hell man (no pun intended). God, I hope he’s alright now, don’t want his parents, I think his name was Job, don’t want Job’s parents suing the Amphitheatre, or worse yet, the school. Nahhh.

Ah, the memories of that night, the ones that don’t include having your forehead fragmented in two, were awfully wonderful.

All the same, I can’t tell you how I wish the concert didn’t have to be over. I’m pretty much looking forward to the next shindig we’re gonna have together. I love you guys to death, you rock :D

Um, when I say ‘you guys’, you oughta know I’m referring to the lot of you from the concert. I owe you guys a lot for everything, death to separation! Hugs and misses.

(Just so you know, this was my sort of like, debut concert as a musician, before then all I did was sing and I wasn’t very good at it either. So thanks to everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE involved, it was a pleasure, a high-ride the whole time. Oh, and of course, my mates who made it, you guys made me feel so awesome, thanks a lot for the love & support!! You’ve no idea how much I appreciate it! And when I do get famous someday, you can go around saying, “Yeah, I’ve been to her first major concert.” Go crazy. Love ya.)

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