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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 22, 2009
It’s Strange How Rona Turns To My House For Refuge Now Instead of Me Turning To Hers. 9:44 PM

My house has turned into something of a refugee camp. Awesome, no? Rona and her mom’s staying over since their awesome, awesome house surprisingly, is in a blackout. Isn’t that weird? You would have thought their big, huge house would have a generator or something [shrugs].

 

So she’s right next to me finishing off some Math, she still has school tomorrow, JIS isn’t bothered by the torrential downpours and blackouts.

 

 

Chels: Anything you wanna say Rona?

Rona: [about me] She’s a mad squealing girl.

 

 

It’s true. I am insane with excitement right now. I cannot stop bouncing on my spin-ny chair

 

 

Chels: [bounces up and down rapidly, squealing]

Rona: O.O

Chels: WHAT?

Rona: Hahaha. It’s just so weird. You just start bouncing.

Chels: I’m excited!

 

 

I’m just so filled with frigging euphoria right now.

 

 

Chels: [online] Hey Richelle, you wanna say something about tomorrow?

Richelle: I just wanna say... I CAN’T WAIT TO GO ON A ROADTRIP!!!

 

 

Amen to that, Amen. Yep, ladies & gents, we’re going on a roadtrip tomorrow. YES! YES! YES! Victory is ours [maniacal laughter fills the room]. WE’RE (GOING ON A ROAD TRIP, ON A ROAD TRIP! I CAN’T WAIT! I CANNOT WAIT!

 

So I guess you’re wondering why we’re going on a roadtrip. Well, cutting to the chase, me and twelve others (Richelle, Shin, Eddie, Mickko, Azim, Anand, Shannon Tall, Yzma, Natacia, Muhammad, Hoofa and this dude named Khairul I think?) were chosen for this new TV show and tomorrow we’re going to the KB studio to for a dry-run and we shoot on Saturday. Awesome no? The best part is I get to be with my mates, while the second best part is getting paid 80 bucks per episode. Beat that. Hahaha.

 

Just imagine myself, Mickko, Eddie, Richelle and Shin in a bus together. It’s gonna be total mayhem. TOTAL MAYHEM. We’d have sing alongs and karaokes and tell each other dirty jokes and wave at strangers or something. Haha. Okay, calm down Chelsea, goooosfraaaabbbaaaaa.

 

So I’m looking forward to tomorrow so, so much. ROAD TRIP! ROOAAAADDDD TRIPPP! I’m so taking photos. All I need to perfect the scene is an iPod. Mom, this is why I need an iPod. An iTouch iPod [eyes widen in excitement]. But anyway, I can’t wait. Tomorrow, you’re only a day away! And what I’ve learnt it, the fastest way to get anywhere is by sleeping. I can’t wait to skip to tomorrow morning; therefore I shall go to sleep now.

 

Tomorrow shall be epic, no doubt. Amen.

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