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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, December 1, 2008
Suffering From The Lack of A Person's Prescence i.e. Missing You. 2:22 PM

Ladies & gents, I’m back. Pardon for the hold up, it’s been almost a week since my last entry but not much has happened. Well except for maybe graduation, that’s pretty much a big deal, the upcoming gig at JP (again, hell yeah!) and...well actually that’s just about it.

Graduation was last Sunday, Rona & I made it. I mean we just had to; I’ve got loads of buddies in Year 11. Haz, Kev, Barry, Faizshah, Najib, Dayat, just to name a few. I just wish we’d come later, at about 4. We were told to come at 1:30, and ended up having to sit through boring ass speeches for about a couple of hours. I swear, I could’ve fallen asleep through the monotonous drone of the so-called guest of honour.

The students’ speeches weren’t that bad. Well, they weren’t that good either, it sounded as if they didn’t even mean all the things they were going on about, how they’re gonna miss this and that, yada yada yada. Sounded more like an ad for boredom *yawn* If I get to do a speech on my graduation I will make sure that no one dies of incessant ennui. Really.

And man...it was mellow. Well, on the inside anyway, these awesome guys are leaving us >< Here we go again, the whole I’ve-got-to-leave-though-I-don’t-really-really-don’t-want-to scenario all over again.

I guess it’s entirely inevitable, like a must, like it’s frigging mandatory that everyone leaves, for better or worse. Mostly it’s for better but that doesn’t stop the pain of having to see your friends, your beloveds leave. I guess one day, it’d be my turn as well. To leave. Until then, I’m sure as hell gonna make the best of it, you can count on that.

One day I’d have to graduate as well, leave for college and all that. Meet new kids etcetera, etcetera. I guess it won’t be long till then, everyone’s leaving already and it’s my turn. It’s hard living in a place you know you won’t be living in forever, knowing you’d have to get up and go. That’s pretty much the case for most of us. It’s inescapable, even if you’re staying at some place for good. Someone just has to go. And we’re next in line. Just like that song. Next in line.

Oh crap. I think I’ve just mellowed out back there >< Anyway, congratulations to all the graduates, especially Haz & Kev, my two awesomest bros. Haz, you rock, thanks a million for everything, I do mean everything, you’ve been the awesomest bro in history, to me Aikks, Ells & Liz anyway. Haha. You’re the best, I love ya! Kev, you don’t need me to say anything. Hahahaha. Good luck with [insert name of Kevin’s object of desire here]. And to the rest of the guys I know from the 11th Year. Thanks a lot for everything you guys, love :)

Glad that chapter’s over. Not really. I’m gonna miss hanging with these guys. Oh God, I think I’m gonna cry again. This has most definitely been the mellowest year by far. You have no idea how I’m gonna miss Haz, Kevin, Faizshah and everyone else. All the memories shared with these guys...the constant outbursts of laughter and all. Boy. Life is hard. I know. It just hasn’t sunk in yet.

...Alright, enough mellowing for one day. Change topic before I lose control over my tear ducts.

About my inept need to see my concert buddies again. Oh good heavens, I miss them so bad, you have NO IDEA. I’d feel like crying everytime I see a tube of Pringles, everytime I go to Supa Save and everytime I...well, just about everytime something reminds me of rehearsals with those doodie heads. Honestly, I never thought I’d see the day where the mere sight junk food would make me cry. That’s just...bizarre.

BUT ANYWAY, there’s another show coming up again at around the 20th to 21st of December at J’dong Park. Somewhere in the John Lennon Simulator. I HAVE NO FUGGING IDEA WHAT IN HEAVEN’S NAME THAT IS EITHER. But we’re having the show there. It’s sort of like an encore, since the concert last, last week was such a hit. We’re going acoustic this time and I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be awesome.

And you know what the best part is? The best part is that I get to see some of my buddies again. YAY ME. Hallelujah. Thank God!

So what else is new? Oh yeah. My new found aggression towards SOME PEOPLE =.= Let me narrow it down for ya. Not some people, some GUYS. I’m gonna go explain in another post. This one’s longer than normal already (well normal for some people anyway, I’m no ordinary writer) and I’m certain you’re wondering where this ends.

Well it ends right about...here.

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HISTORY

January 2008
February 2008
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October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
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March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
March 2010
November 2010

YESTERDAY.
-The Very Center, Dead Center Of Epicality.
-The Show Must Go On. Heck Yeah, But What I Wouldn'...
-..And Then There Was Cheese.
-The Concert Approaches. Oh Crap, It's Got A Sledge...
-Financial Crisis? Here? No Way. Or Maybe It's Just...
-Bestfriend? That Doesn't Even Cover It.
-3 Words, 4 Syllables. Do. Not. Disturb.
-A Thousand You-Just-Had-To-Be-There Epidodes In Re...
-G'morning To Ya.
-To Keep You Awake.