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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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Saturday, December 6, 2008
A Recipe For Exceptional Fun: Just Put Us All Together Within A 10-Foot Radius of Each Other. 11:25 PM

“..When I’m scared, I get diarrhoea.”
–Shannon


>She was kidding, but that doesn’t make it any less funny of a statement to make.


Note: Just so you know, there are two Shannons in this entry: Shannon Osman aka jumpy squirt and Shannon... just Shannon. I’ve no idea what her last name is but anyway, she’s one of Neo’s vocalists, and so in relation, is part of the band as well.


So Nina & I got to the mall at about 1:15, which was, at the most, pretty early. I coincidentally saw Shannon O (she was so frigging hyper, she should be banned from Coke, seriously) and hung with her till we ate at Mr Pizza. She was waiting round for her buddies as well and so stayed with us.

Meanwhile, Nina was having a raging headache (“I just wanna chop my head off. Aaarrgh.”) and we had to sit down. (Although, it didn’t help that we watched a horror movie by the likes of Cloverfield, you know, shaky-camera-with-all-the-running-and-falling kind of thing that’ll make you feel a bit woozy.)

And at about 2, the rest starting arriving and by 3, everyone was present & accounted for. Well, not everyone. A few others couldn’t make it :( I feel bad for what you guys just missed. It could’ve been awesomer than it already was if literally everyone from the band was there ><

Oh, I almost forgot about Haylie and I’s awkward fear of spiders. Mine’s not as intense as hers though; the mere utterance of the syllables “spi” and “der”, and she will shriek into oblivion. I just cringe into a little ball, whilst shuddering; spiders are like the Kryptonite to my helpless Superman. You would’ve thought someone slid ice down my back or something. Chuan spent a couple of hours desperately trying to buy his cousin (he and Haylie are cousins, yeah) a fake spider *cringe Haylie, cringe* but couldn’t and so made up for it by shoving a picture of a 5-legged spider into her face. Ooooh, shudder.

Remember what I said about not caring whether we get kicked out of hotel swimming pools? We lived up to that. Hah. Almost. Instead we just got kicked out of the Rizqun hotel lobby because SOMEONE wouldn’t stop wetting us with the fountain. *coughCALVINcough* I think I’m starting to build up a reputation at that hotel. Haha.

The movie started at a little after 4 so we had time to humor our semi-hungry tummies. But before eating, we went off to the arcade, Neenz, Shannon O & Joak had to satiate their thirst for a little DDR. And they’re goooood. Not as good as Zat or Justin, but they’re way better off than me anyhow.

Oh, and Shannon Shannon, Shannon O & I played this game, it’s like this jeep thing and you get in it and inside there’re guns and stuff and the game is pretty much just about killing humongous spiders, bees and maggots. African Safari, I think was what they called it. It was fun. Especially the parts where Shan and I (Shan O didn’t play, she just sat beside me watching) were being chased by this ginormous tarantula, she wouldn’t stop screaming her head off. Ah, I still have the memories of anaconda-sized maggots flying up the screen trying to bite my character’s face clean off. Oooh, shudder again.

After our horrific “safari” spent shooting at abnormally sized insects, we headed off to Mr Pizza for some, drum rolls please, tada, pizza! I haven’t had pizza in days! But anyway, we ordered a Hawaiian & a jug of Coke (yay Coke), Joey had to leave for the airport (he was coming back at around 6) and had some immense trouble finding out how much it cost us. I mean, we’re not blonde or anything, no duh but the waiters just forgot to put the price on the bill or something. In the end, the whole thing cost us about $16 and Chuan insisted on paying for the whole lot. (He’s bloody rich, don’t tell anyone.)

And that was when all the fun started. I don’t know how to put this, but let’s just say this guy, let’s call him uh....what’s a good name for a prick? Um, I don’t know, let’s call him Jake (okay, so Jake is a pretty nice-guy name). Okay, well Jake hurt someone, a really good friend of ours. And being good friends, that pretty much ticked off the whole band, well, technically, everyone who was there. Everyone was furious. Well, I was. I was ready to rip his head off.

The girls stayed back at the cinema to comfort our friend, let’s call her Victoria, to comfort Victoria, and since there was time to spare, the guys and I went off looking for Jake. I swear, the guys were so wound up about kicking his ass. I was only there to verbally torment him; I’m not so good at the kicking-people’s-asses front. Jake was wearing a green jacket and we looked out for anyone wearing green. (“Seeing red used to make me mad, now seeing green does” –Howard)


Chels: He’s wearing a green jacket and he’s probably with this guy wearing all-black.
Howard: So we’re looking for a black guy?
Chels: No, he’s a white guy wearing all black.
Howard: Pfft. Ironic.
Chels: *rolls eyes*


We sorta just scoured the mall, scowling at guys clad in any shade of green. We never found Jake. Hah. Coward. Or not. But yeah, we never did. (“Let’s just tell Victoria we beat up a couple of guys but unfortunately weren’t Jake.” –Howard). He’s lucky we didn’t find him. He is in so much trouble with us. Grr.

So we just went back to the cinema since the movie was about to begin anyway. I’m no fan of horror flicks but with the right people, it can be insanely fun. I had Howard sit next to me the whole movie since he’s seen it before, therefore giving me a heads-up seconds before something immensely gory happens on screen. He was frigging smiling throughout the whole of Quarantine! He was even laughing at the morbid parts while I cowered underneath Aneesah’s jacket. I think I spent a majority of Quarantine under there, just peeking a little when the bloody (literally) scenes are something my gut could take. Howard said I looked hilarious. Yeah whatever!

At least I wasn’t screaming my pants off unlike SOME girls I know, screaming under the jacket. Chuan & I made this bet on who screams first during the movie; I bet on Aneesah, he bet on (of course) Haylie. Originally he wanted to bet on Shannon but I can honestly say without a doubt that that wouldn’t be fair. Only because Shannon is as easy to scare as anything. Screams her head off at anything. Hahahaha. I say it’s cheating, Chuan says it’s knowledge of who’s easy to set off screaming. Ah phooey.

But about the bet? No one won, it was a truce. Haha. Aneesah left halfway through the movie, partly because Joak got back and partly because she couldn’t take much more of the bloody and gore. So it wasn’t fair on me. Don’t worry Chuan, we’ll have another bet pretty soon.

Everyone else was cool with the horror movie. It wasn’t that horrific though, just loads of blood & saliva. Nina, who still had her headache, even FELL ASLEEP THROUGH HALF OF QUARANTINE. Gee. I was right though, about the whole seen-it-all-before thing. It was a little too familiar. Like a Cloverfield-28 Weeks Later-I Am Legend collab or something. But it was alright, it was funnnnnnnn.

Though not quite everyone. Shannon was a little traumatized after that, she was shaking all over & Haylie made a vow never to let Nina book the tickets. Whatever, as long I’m with you guys :D

So after the movie, Nina had to leave, already and left us with parting gifts: a drawing of the anime versions of our real selves. Chyeah. You rock Neenz, hugs, stay away from waffles. And we went off to Unitek. Yay Unitek. One of my favorite places in Gadong. Howard hates it though (“It’s so full of piracy! ><”, it’s true, just close your eyes and pretend it’s another horror movie) And that’s where Aneesah & Joak had to leave. I was so enthralled by the sight of Joey’s car, I hugged it. Oh the memories in that car. Getting squished like a bunch of lemons at the back seat...singing along to Bad Day...making the wrong turns. Ah. Those were the days.

Just after they left, Shannon and I had to head home as well, she dropped me off. But not before taking away some McDo’s ‘cause honestly, I haven’t eaten anything from McDonald’s in years. Not consciously anyway. Eventually, I got home, with a couple of DVDs, a fun experience with horror movies and whole new load of memories.

Gosh. I miss you guys already :( Nina, enjoy your trip to the UK, get us something. Joak, go move in with someone. Everyone else, I certainly hope to see you again sometime soon. Thanks for a greaaat day, you guys are a recipe for fun. Love.

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