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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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Monday, November 3, 2008
Wow. We Actually Got Through The Last 3 Weeks Without Cracking Up. 2:05 PM

“..PMB’s over...Let’s do it again!”
-Isaac (douchebag!)



I can hardly believe it though, that PMB’s finally over. All the whatnot we’ve been put through for 3 years has no use for us now. Whoooohoooooo. Hence the burning of the notes. Well, I changed my mind, decided not to go burning anything for two reasons:


01. It’s a waste of paper (I’m all for saving Mother Nature).
02. I don’t wanna be part of the reason the friggin’ North Pole’s melting.


So I was thinking I’d just give my notes off to some year 8 kid or something. Yeah. So PMB’s done. And nope, it still has not sunk in. But you know what the hardest part of the exam was? It wasn’t the essays or the Q.E.D. Math problems. The hardest part is sitting still on a stone-hard wooden chair for more than hour with nothing to do but wait for the end of the exam. Yeah. That was the hardest bloody part of it all.

I mean if I CAN’T SIT STILL FOR MORE THAN A COUPLE OF MINUTES, what more 2 hours?! I’d go mad. Seriously. And the chairs? Come on, give me a break, my ass hurts like everytime I get out of the friggin’ hall. Honestly. Who can stand sitting on those for 120 minutes?!

And I’d be bored out of my skull doing absolutely nothing. I pretty much end up vandalizing my exam papers with my doodles and one-liners and all. Yeah, hope they give me a plus mark for the drawings, you know like, “Artist’s Creativity Bonus” or something. Haha. I wish. I was so struck by boredom too that I actually counted the number of tiles on the classroom floor.


[talking, after the History exam]

Chels: 954.
Aikks: What?
Chels: 954.
Aikks: What’s that?
Chels: 954. There are 954 tiles on the floor I’m in.
Aikks: [puts on an incredulous expression]


Yessum, I am happy, happy, happy that the exams are over and I don’t have to endure sitting quietly anymore. Now we’ve all got a new challenge: what to do with a 61 day holiday.

Mmhmmm. I know, we’ve all been so psyched for the holidays and all and now it’s here staring at us and we don’t know what to do with it. Well some of us don’t. Others are going off to some distant country for a holiday while some of us have yet to figure what to do for 8 weeks of free time.

Well, there are loads of things going on on weekends, so that’s covered. I’m spending this weekend at Rona’s for her pre-birthday celebration thing (she’s buried in school work this month, I never knew JIS overworks their kids), swimming, horror movies, pizza, the likes. I can’t wait.

I have rehearsals for the upcoming concert on Thursday & Saturday nights and I’m gonna spend just about every weekend with my buddies at the mall or something. I’m still trying to get a fulltime job now to fill up the weekdays.

So things looked forward to this month:

01. Rona’s sleepover.
02. Danice’s birthday thing. (I’m not really sure about this)
03. Rehearsals (I don’t wanna sound like a total douche or something but I do love rehearsing)
04. This Thursday (For reasons I decline to put down *griiins*)
05. The weekends.
06. The concert on the 22nd.
07. Graduation Day. Whoooohoooo.
08. St George’s prom thing
09. And loads of other things.


I suggest taking up a course to learn something this holiday. So I’m gonna take some time these months to be more the next Joe Trohman. By the end of 2008, you’ll see me with awesome riffs galore up my sleeve. I hope. Haha ;]


A few photographs from the last day of exams:





Aikks & I.



Aikks, Marla & myself.




Ice Cream Junkies Inc.



Shan, Me & Kev.

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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
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May 2009
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July 2009
March 2010
November 2010

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