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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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Thursday, January 29, 2009
The Best Weekend So Far (If You Want To Be Jealous About Someone Having Too Much Fun, This One Would Give You The Satisfaction Honey) 10:28 PM

“Awesome-ness, yeah, it was all that, man, I wish you couldn’t have missed it. Pisses me off that you did. A day you would wish would never end.”

 –Isamah aka Amelia

 

 

****

 

-About the whole thing-

 

“It was legendary! We rocked [does the rock sign]!!!”

 

“Hmmm... it was... action-packed, to say the least, full of happy, sappy and everything. I’m going to summarize it... *ahem* Staying an hour long in a random bus isn’t all that boring, not when your pals are all hyper active, the driver must’ve been annoyed. Recording our first episode honourable, exciting, oh God, you should’ve been there. I’m gonna quit being modest and say we were awesome [grins], we were treated to Jollibee [yum].”

 

“Well, we did super duper fun stuff; we even got to see the emotions we shared. Basically, it was like true friendship but Azim always ruined and it so it sucked, ha-ha. But I feel very hyper and fun today. It was like, the most amazing day of the month.”

 

“Today was the awesome-est day of this year! Well, so far. But overall, it was too awesome to describe!”

 

“Getting to know each other is one thing, but being with each other? It was everything.”

 

“Unbelievable experience, once-in-a-life-time opportunity. Seriously, pity those who rejected the offer.”

 

 

 

-About the recording-

 

“It was... dramatic. Richelle looked so cute when she cried. Hahaha.”

 

“****! Haha, it was actually awesome, the set and everything It’s very professional and you’ll feel like a celebrity. Seriously, it’s real **** this time, no kidding. Ok, I should stop with the swearing, haha. And it’s going to be shown in HD. That’s high definition Chels. You know how the regular ‘cheap’ RTB programs and some other programs too use regular video quality and the fact that the actors don’t use much make-up; they still look good and all. HD, on the other hand, shows EVERY detail, every zit, every tiny bit of facial hair and every decent mole. It’s super-duper clear. Like Heroes. I hope that example helps, Chels. Hahaha.”

 

“Emotional.”

 

“It was so good. Although some ‘things’ happened, it turned out well. I’m sure RTB is lucky to have you guys. Overall, it was one of THE BEST. It was nice meeting you guys.”

 

“Recording was heart-stopping. Heck, I don’t know what else to say.”

 

 

 

-About the roadtrip-

 

“The bus ride was crazy and noise levels were exploding!!!”

 

“I’d say the roadtrip was AWESOME, especially with you guys! I was honestly super emo and tired, but with your craziness, stupid acts, big laughs and friendliness, I had so much fun that I forgot I was supposed to be emo =.= ”

 

“I didn’t hear anything cause my iPod was plugged into my frigging ears!”

 

“Psychotic... Shin (the talkative one was... well, LOUD. Not a surprise though =.=” We all went crazy!! Jon & Justeen, noisy as usual.  And Muhammad (the religious one) was quiet with his ‘very expensive’ iPod Touch (I’m green with envy) and $150 dollar Fall Out lunch box =.=” Anyways, we all sang! Yeah, awesome. Mayday Parade mostly, but I managed to convert some people from weirdoes to Secondhand Serenade fans... Ahh, we took pictures too!! Yes, with my bestfriend, the MacBook. Photo booth’s the bomb. Ooh, and we got bored for a while, so we took a tactless video of ourselves and we fiddled with the garage band. Seriously, I wanted the bus ride to last at least another 8 hours or so... it’s so... Well, I can’t describe. Beyond perfect! Memories! Can’t wait for the next second episode man!

 

 

 

-About Jollibee-

 

“Jollibee... it was sooooo noisy as if we were their only customers.”

 

“Whoa, take it easy right there. Me and Chelle ordered a lot, haha. We practically went over budget, sorry Miss K! God bless your bankrupt soul! Anyways, we had ice cream sundae... Mmmm chocolate... Ooh, and Chels had the pita thingy, HAHA. [Opening pita paper].... “Whoa, it... opened.” HAHAHAH. I kept on laughing, it was so very sakai of her. Oooh, did I not mention that the girls, they seduced Mr. Jollibee (the bee!) and Chelle touched his *ehem ehem*... scary. Bees and their honeyballs!!”

 

 

“[about the heat] My ass was hot at Jollibee.”

 

“Jollibee was.... satisfying.”

 

“At Jollibee, we were like, the centre of attention, of everyone. The usual noise, laughs, singing, was just so insane but fun!”

 

 

 

****

 

Saturday, 24th January 2009. Today is one of the best days ever in my entire life. I swear, hand on my heart, today is one of the best, best days ever; I’m having a blood rush right now, damn. One of the best days, best, and I do mean, best. Like, I’ll never forget it, I don’t think anyone ever will, what we did, how insane everything was, again, it’s whole heap of memories in my ever growing pile of, well... memories.

 

Scratch all that. Last weekend, Friday & Saturday, the 23rd and 24th of January 2009 AD was the best weekend in my entire life. Best weekend in my entire life SO FAR. Yep, it was that awesome, that great and you’re a loser for missing out. I swear. This was a thousand times, no, a million, how about a billion, times better than all my other typically ‘awesome’ weekends.

 

It was great, exhilarating, and I’ll never forget events of those two days, especially Saturday.

 

 

The Ride KB:

 

The ride to KB was pretty... quiet. Hey, not all of us are morning people. But we had jawbreakers! Thanks Elia! I had like, this one which was much bigger than everyone else’s, I was literally incapable of saying anything remotely coherent with a jawbreaker that size in my mouth. And it wasn’t even that big! Not compared to Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy jawbreakers. Haha.

 

Muhammad (could be known to you guys as Syazwan) brought along with him his, yes, $150 dollar Fall Out lunchbox, he was showing that and this bobble-headed Pip Boy (the main character of Fall Out) figurine. That guy is insane for Fall Out (in case you don’t know, Fall Out’s this video game, something about nuclear bombs, mutated animals and underground solaces). Everyone else was sitting down soaking in the 8 AM Sun through the bus windows while softly singing to indie rock.

 

I spent about a majority of the journey asleep, partly awake, but more asleep than conscious. The minority was spent staring out the windows, making out shapes of the clouds. Low clouds are pretty :3

 

Everyone was just as calm. The caffeine hasn’t really sunk in. Not that we have drank coffee already but we seem to have that aerodynamic ability to get really hyperactive without the aid of caffeine.

 

 

Breakfast, Make-up Session:

 

Now this is where we had coffee. And some incredibly ravenous person, someone, I’m quite blurred on who, it was probably Justeen, anyway, he or whoever it was, took a whole mountain of sandwiches! =.=”

 

Putting on make-up was... fun? I dunno. Not a very big fan of make-up. And where it took the make-up ladies to finish off and make pretty Richelle and the other girls, it took them just about... 5 minutes on me. That a good thing or a bad thing? They just applied a mound of foundation on my face and some natural looking lipstick and voila—I’m done. Mom would be so proud.

 

The guys, well some of them, despised putting on make-up. Don’t quite know why though. Eddie’s make-up was so... white. He looks like a frigging mime artist! Yes, that white. Too white. Haha.

 

 

Pre-recording Session:

 

 

[sound checking the mikes]

 

Sound Tech Guy: Say something into the mike.

Muhammad: Hi, I’m Muhammad. I’m 16 and...

Chels: I love Fall Out.

Muhammad: And I love Fall Out...

Chels: And I have the lunchbox.

Muhammad: And I have a $120 dollar Fall Out lunchbox [grins].

 

 

 

Loads of swearing involved, mmhhmm. Mostly from Eddie. Eddie, dammit, stop swearing! It’s so unlike you to be swearing like sailor. I bite chu again if you swear! Eddie would totally space out and forget his lines and bam—insert appropriate vulgarity here.

 

The pre-recording rehearsal was alright, not much to talk about. Ran through our lines, forgot our lines, recovered eventually, were given pep talks etc, etc. The fun part was when we got to bug the crap out of Eddie with our mikes. Cause we had these mikes and Eddie had these ear phones and whatever we say, he can hear and you know how annoying it is to be hearing a lot voices in your head, feels kind of like schizophrenia more than anything.

 

 

Everyone all at once: Eddie, Eddie, Edddiiieeeeeee.....Eddie, can you hear me?

Eddie: Guys!

Chels: Eddie, this is your conscience speaking.

Eddie: [gasp]

 

 

 

Lunch Break aka Beach Time:

 

We had a quick lunch and walked off to the beach for a bit of relaxation. Oh, the pressures of being on TV. The beach was great. Another round of insane moments. Especially the crab-chasing bit.

 

 

[crabs are running some 20 feet away from us]

 

Mickko: Crabs! CRAAABBBBBSSSS!

 

[Mickko & Justeen run real quick]

 

-3 minutes later-

 

Mickko: [pants heavily]

Justeen: ****! Those crabs are on steroids!

 

 

And there was Muhammad with his broken branch of a tree. He was spinning it around and trying to dig in into the sand, shouting, “It’s gonna grow! It’s gonna grooowwwwwww” only to end up being kicked back into the dust by Justeen. Haha. The sea. It was... still brownish. POLLUTION PEOPLE, POLLUTION, I BITE CHUUUU! And the sand was getting into our eyes.

 

 

[someone flicks sand at us]

 

Chels: [covers eyes]

Mickko: What are you covering your eyes for?! You have glasses!
Chels: Oh, right... still!

Muhammad: “It’s gonna get into my third and fourth eye!”

Mickko, Justeen, Chels: What???

Muhammad: Third and fourth eye? Don’t you get it....? Third...and fourth? Don’t you get it?

Chels: Uhh...

Mickko, Justeen: [walk away]

Chels: OH! Third and fourth eye! [laughs]

Muhammad: You guys suck!

Chels: Hey! I got it! =.=”

Muhammad: Not you. Them. [disgusted face]

 

 

Oh, and we made a new friend! Tiara, she’s a guest violinist for the show and she’s great at it as well (: Turns out she knows the guys from Mickko’s band (they all go to the same school). Or ex-band... I’m not quite sure anymore. But anyway yeah, those two talked on about yeah, and Tiara claims that the guys have never mentioned him. Blow to Mickko’s self esteem. Hey come on, seriously, everyone knows Mickko. Right?

 

Anyway. We all had a great time at the beach, most of the girls slipped off their heels and walked barefoot in the sand. Feels great to unwind, especially with these people, it’s so awesome, you shouldn’t die without even feeling the wind in your face, the sand between your toes, hearing the rhythmical sounds laughter around you, feeling perfectly at ease with not a care in the world and being surrounded by the ones you could love. Perfection at its closest.

 

Glad to know this won’t be the last time.

 

 

Recording:

 

Now the actual recording was awfully memorable. I swear, those who turned this down... I can’t believe you just did! We had to do the intro about ten thousand times till Eddie and Elia could get it right (they’re the emcees by the way, case you didn’t know). No one forgot their lines, we sorta just winged things and oh, Justeen, he forgot his frigging line! He managed to recover pretty quickly though, winging everything and turned out alright. Everything was going fine; we were great... until the end of the second half.

 

We missed out on Richelle’s line. That was what was so fugging melodramatic about the whole thing. They just... forgot it. I guess it was in the heat of the moment and God, was Richelle pissed. You could totally see it, she was crossing her legs (can you believe it, we’re not even allowed to cross our legs on TV), swinging her legs on the chair (we weren’t allowed to move much either) and was slouching with a highly apparent scowl on her face.

 

We were pretty shocked she was forgotten, and mainly they blamed Eddie for redirecting the line to someone else, Azim actually, he was pretty appalled since it wasn’t his line. Of course Richelle ended up in tears after the cameras were turned away, hey, how would you feel if someone forgot your line, and that line is practically the longest line you have, cause guess what, we don’t even have that many lines and to have that line forgotten... that’s just tragic man.

 

Anyway, she cried and then Eddie cried (he blamed the whole thing on himself) and then Elia cried and Shannon almost cried and I... managed to keep my composure. You know, I can’t just cry! Three people are bloody crying already! Although, I was on the brink of breaking down. Well in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got the softness of a marshmallow. Yes, I know it’s not apparent, but I’m sensitive. But anyway!

 

And that’s why recording was pretty emotional and/or dramatic. Tis a time we won’t ever forget. It’s bloody nice to know your buddies care about you that much, right Richelle?

 

 

[Richelle is still in tears, everyone comforts her]

 

Justeen: I know something that will make you feel better... WE’RE GOING TO JOLLIBEE!!

 

 

And Miss K’s specially drafting a script for Richelle in the next episode, something extra longer, to make up for this. And now we’re all pissed at Eddie for not forgetting us as well. But anyway, I think we did a pretty good job, and it’s pretty much feels good to be in the first episode of a TV show. This could well lead to us being discovered by some Hollywood movie director or something and bam—instant fame & stardom. Ahhhhh. Yeah, no, this isn’t Bedtime Stories and gumballs don’t just fall from the sky, sadly. I could do with something sweet right now.

 

So the actual recording session was a blast, better yet, we were treated to Jollibee! YEEAAAHH.

 

 

At Jollibee:

 

As if by routine, everyone was suddenly hyper and insanely sugar high by the time we got back into the bus. And you don’t want to get me started about Jollibee; you don’t want me to get started about it. Okay, I’ll start.

 

Just as quoted above, we definitely went over budget. Everyone ordered sundaes and fries and chicken and all things oily, even vegan Elia ordered meat. Hey, all I ordered was a pita! That was the first ever proper pita I’ve eaten in my life! And God, Eddie & I were so incredibly asinine over a measly piece of pita:

 

 

-Scene 1-

 

Chels: Where has my pita gone to? Everyone’s eating already.

Assistant Producer Guy: Whose order is this? [holds up pita]

Eddie: Hey, that yours?

Chels: Yes, that’s mine. [takes pita]

Eddie: Well, there you go.

Chels: It’s a pita. It’s a pita. It’s a pitaaaaaaaaaa [wide-eyed look]

Eddie: It’s a pita!

Chels: A PITAAAAAAAAAAA.

Eddie: Ahaha, pita.

Richelle: Dora the Explorer much? “Oh look, it’s a coconut!”

Chels: IT’S A PITA. [sings Dora the Explorer theme song]

 

[Eddie and Chels laugh]

 

 

-Scene 2-

 

[Chels opens up the pita wrapping paper; the pita bread opens by itself revealing the filling]

 

Chels: WHOA. Did you see that? It opened.

Eddie: It opened?

Chels: It. Frigging. Opened.

Eddie: It opened!!! [laughs]

Chels: It opened! It opened! It opened!!!!!!!

Chelle: Okay, it opened?

Chels: IT OPENED! THE PITA OPENED!!!!!!

 

[Eddie and Chels laugh again like mad]

 

 

ANYWAY. It was crazy loud, hey man, Eddie + Shin = Major Sonic Boom2. I’m pretty sure the manager would’ve kicked us out of the restaurant in a split second if not for all the huge orders we placed and the fat pay checks they’d be getting. The laughter, the jokes, and oh, Justeen in his own little world. He had on Khairul’s earphones, was dancing and also was completely oblivious to all things around him. Until Mickko took it away for himself.

 

Did I mention that we sang to almost every song that came on the speakers? Trust me honey, you don’t wanna hear us sing, but that wasn’t the worst of it
(although the rest of the restaurant patrons were staring at us like we were mental asylum runaways). The really intense singing came on at the bus ride back home. Jollibee’s was sooooo awesome. It was fun! Trust me again; you’ll never know what it’s really like till you yourself get around to experiencing it.

 

 

The Ride Back Home:

 

This stage was probably the funnest part [wink wink]. By this time everyone was seriously high, no doubt. We sang. That was one of the best bits. We sang to some oldies (a capella), high-pitched, off-tune and with the lyrics all made up, oh that was definitely an irreplaceable memory. We sang this song which I absolutely haven’t heard of, we sang L.O.V.E., we also sang the theme song of My Bestfriend’s Wedding, the one that goes, “Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart and I will love you la la la la”, cheesy but to the best of memories. I think we nearly drove the bus driver mad with insanity cause of our singing, cause mind you... not all of us were in perfect pitch.

 

Justeen was at it again, in the whole dancing-in-my-only-little-world-to-Cookie-Jar mode. Seriously, that guy was in his own little world, he was not with us. After about half an hour of dancing, he fell asleep. On Shin. Those two don’t even know each other. Oh, and Mickko & Justeen were playing that annoying-ass game; Yellow Car. They’d beat the cripe out of each other once something even remotely yellow passes by. It needn’t be a car, any bloody thing that’s yellow would do:

 

 

Mickko: Yellow car! [punches Justeen]

Justeen: Yellow sky!

Mickko: Yellow roof!

Chels: Yellow everything =.=”

Mickko: [points at Justeen] LOOK, YELLOW MINDED!

 

 

And everyone in the bus was just as hyped up, no exaggerations. Eddie & Richelle took this video on Eddie’s Mac Book and we took about a thousand photos on Elia’s. It was possibly the best bonding time I’ve ever had. After maybe 20 minutes of jumping about, each of us will involuntarily fall unconscious and wake up about five minutes later just to be even much more energetic than before. “Wow, it’s like sleeping makes you high,” says Anand, oh yeah, I so wish that were so, that way drugs will totally be a rip-off.

 

The front half of the bus was... calm. They were just talking about stuff and taking photos while in massive contrast, the other half spent the last few minutes before we reaching school turning the back of the bus into a disco. Seriously. Eddie, Chelle, Mickko, Justeen and Shin were dancing like mad. To top it off, there wasn’t even any music! Just the bus bouncing up and down on a regular basis. Me? I just sat there watching them dance as if in a rave, I was perfectly happy just sitting there grinning inanely at a lot of things in particular.

 

A lot of other crazy things happened as well, I guess for the fact I didn’t mention them here, I think this entry’s long enough already (it beats the post where Rona and I spent the whole day at the mall doing nothing in particular). That was definitely the best weekend I’ve had yet, and it makes it all the more better this won’t be the last time we’re having a roadtrip to KB, cause guess what? We’re in another episode and next time, we’re spending the night at KB. How cool is that? Hallelujahhhhh, praise the Lord.

 

T’was a historical weekend. We absolutely kicked arse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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