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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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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
An Entry Written For The Sake Of Being Written. 8:42 PM

I just woke up from a nap, man, was I bushed after getting back after school. I seem to have woken up with much more dilemmas than when I went to sleep. Gah, just push ‘em away Chels, push ‘em away to the back of your mind. Maybe they won’t bother you if you don’t bother them.

 

So today we finally started practice at the stadium. Can’t say I’m very much thrilled. Who gets thrilled when they know after a fortnight of rehearsals under the heat will turn them into a human crisp? Not me, that’s for certain.

 

I just have so many things on my mind right now. Just too many. Gimme a sec, I’ve gotta get my mind sorted out.

 

****

 

Alright, mind’s cleared out. All that’s lingering is the memory of last Sunday night. Gee. That’s one of the best nights of my life, for sure. Beneath the milky twilight... Lift your open hand... Silver moon sparkling... Mmmm.

 

****

I had a rather great weekend, I must say. Rona, Aikks, Mina, Mickko, Izaq, and Kevin came over Saturday and we had a horror movie marathon. At least... we tried to have a horror movie marathon. We ended up not finishing any of the movies at all. More than halfway through The Exorcist and we realized there was way too many talking scenes and less of the macabre ones. And so we skipped to another movie. But not before seeing the seriously freaky scenes. Ngawhhh. Oh, the horror.

 

If you don’t know me, then there’s one thing you’ve gotta remember about me: I’m no good with horror movies. Absolutely no good at all. Gee, you should’ve seen the guys persuading me. They wouldn’t give me any pepperoni pizza if I don’t sit down and watch. Can you believe that? Extortion and in my own house! Honestly. Everytime something even slightly freaky happens on screen I stalk off to the sanctuary of my bedroom only to be pulled out of it by Mickko.

 

Seriously, I’m lousy when it comes horror films! I’d just hide under like, a pillow or someone’s back or something. No good at all. But noooo, they insist that I sit still like a good girl and take it all in. I don’t want any images in my mind at night! But I gotta admit it was fun.

 

We watched Wreck after The Exorcist. Wreck’s actually the Spanish version of Quarantine (“It’s more realistic dammit,” says Izaq). But we never finished that one since we’ve watched Quarantine already and it’s practically the same thing only in a language we can vaguely understand.

 

After the movie bits, we jammed. Complete with drums as well, courtesy of Mina’s iPod Touch. Gosh, I really want an iPod Touch now. Dammit. I need the money from the shooting pronto. And we just hung out, plain old good times as usual.

 

Oh gee, I’ve gotta get to the bathroom and take a shower. I’m starting to reek. But what do you expect? I’ve been standing under the sun for hours.

 

 

 

 

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