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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, December 15, 2008
Falalala Flunk Me Not. 10:35 PM

Safe to say Twilight wasn’t that amazing. It was a bit disappointing really, the acting was a little off; Edward Cullen didn’t come off half as perfect as he actually was in the book, no offence to Robert Pattinson’s hardcore fans. It wasn’t really that bad, it just wasn’t that awesome. But I guess it’s alright. Jasper was soooo *faints*. And Paths was right, they only showed Jacob FIVE whole times throughout the whole film. Geez.

A funny scene from last weekend’s hangout was me & Neesah’s little marathon around the cinema right before Twilight began. I came late, practically just before the movie started, barely missing the beginning and if that wasn’t enough I needed to badly to use the ladies’ that Neesah & I literally ran through the cinema all the way to the toilet round back =.= We were running like mad not wanting to miss a second of Twilight, it was kind of surprising really that the cinema ushers didn’t think we were trying to sneak into the cinema from the back or something, the way we ran as if we were chased.

Literally running to the toilet, slamming the cubicle door, yanking my pants off, willing my bladder to empty faster than it naturally would, pulling my pants back on and racing back to my seat (which was not to mention, right at the front, that means about 20 flights of steps to race down), we made it, just missing about 5 seconds or so. New record. And the rest of else is spent slouching in my seat, comparing every scene to the book’s rendition I’ve memorized in my head, digesting high-quality popcorn, eagerly awaiting Jasper Cullen’s every appearance on screen. Which, depressingly, was quite a few times only. He didn’t even have much dialogue! Honestly.

I guess it wasn’t quite a rip off though, but I reckon I’d have appreciated the movie much better if I had the self control not to read the book. From a cinematic point of view, all literary works aside, I’d give the movie an 8 and a half.

It was great though, going out with my buddies again. I’ve missed Haylie & Shannon Shannon a lot. Oh, speaking of Shannon, she finally admitted Edward hasn’t got rabies. YES. Who wouldn’t fall for any of the Cullens eh? What I pretty much regret though was I didn’t get to spend any time at all with Ells, Aikks & Josh. They watched Twilight at some other time and it didn’t help at all that I came ridiculously late with only minutes to spare with them. Gee. Oh well. There’s always next time. I miss them like mad already.


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I guess I won’t be going anywhere this Christmas, just spending it here at home. Oh, joy. I guess there’s that party on the 27th that I’m pretty much looking forward to. Though, sometimes I really feel there isn’t much I’m doing at home except eat, sleep, repeat. Oh, plus rehearsals in between. Yeah.

Oh & I heard the PMB results are out and they’ve failed like, practically everyone who ONLY FAILED BM. What in the hell is that? They can’t really give us an F for the whole damn thing just for failing BM! BM is just a pointless subject that I couldn’t care any less about. I don’t want to study it, and I’m freaking sure don’t need it. MOE, YOU CANNOT FAIL ME FOR FAILING BM.

I get As in loads of places and I fail solely BM and then you flunk me just for that one insignificant, not just to me, but a thousand other kids think so too, tactless subject, which I’m certain I’m not going to need at all in 10 years time. Tell me, for the love of God, where is the justice in that? That is, if MOE really has failed us. That’s just what I heard; I haven’t really had to willpower to go and Google my results for myself.

Man. I hope this sudden outburst of crankiness is due to PMS. Really. I don’t wanna be the Grouch for Christmas. Nope, not gonna wreck all this for myself. Tis the season to be jolly, is it not?

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