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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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Thursday, December 4, 2008
Well Unwell, Unwell Well. 8:28 PM

I can hardly wait for tomorrow. There’s a band reunion. If that’s what you want to call it. It’s the lot of us from the concert’s band hanging out again merely to enjoy being in within a 10-mile radius of each other. Watch a movie or two, wreak havoc around the mall, the works. Who cares? As long as I get to see my mates again, I don’t care whether we get kicked out of hotel swimming pools (again), get chased by rabid dogs or be scared crapless by some no-nonsense horror movie.

Which is quite likely to happen, if I may say so myself, despite me entirely detesting horror movies (I don’t see the whole point of it; seems horror films exist just for the mere purpose of scaring some poor fella into wetting himself), everyone seems to want to watch Quarantine. I’m pretty sure it’s about another city getting wiped clean (figuratively) by some killer virus, yada yada. We’ve seen that already, hello, heard of 28 Weeks Later? But yeah whatever, as long as I’m with them, I’m good, no complaints, smug as a bug under a rug. Snug as a bug, what???

There is just one thing though. Practically my whole family, with the mere exception of me & my mom, thank God, is unwell right now. Everyone seems to be down with a cold or fever or something, I’ve never really found out the difference but anyway, I just hope to God I can make it. It’s just that my mom might want me to stay home and look out for everyone else or something. There’s only a 20-40 percent chance of that happening, but still.

I really wanna make it tomorrow; we’ve moved the ‘reunion’ date several times enough to drive me crazy. And if that’s not enough random people from the band are leaving, like uh, like Neenz, she’s leaving for UK this weekend, and others who’re leaving someplace for nearby, and tomorrow is practically the only day where everyone can make it. Oy vey.

Right. So yes, here’s to tomorrow. Can’t wait to see you guys :)


(........boy, do I hope I won’t be rendered speechless tomorrow by [insert name here]’s mere presence. Oh, humor me.)

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-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.