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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, February 5, 2009
Rigours Of Sticking To A Strictly-Chicken Diet/A Rather Decent Day 10:17 PM

Thank God my stomach’s finally stopped its 4-hour regime of pain. Honestly. And I’m pretty much quite confused on why it did hurt although I did come up with four seemingly logical reasons:

 

 

1. The daily diet of chicken, chicken and chicken the school’s been passing off as lunch has finally taken its toll on my digestive system. Frankly, I’ve never had this much chicken before (it’s been over month and all I’ve had for lunch is chicken, either fried, smothered in ketchup or sweet and soured, honestly) and even more frankly, I’m getting sick of it. The unappealing monotony of having chicken at least five times a week is only slightly compromised by daily trips to Supa Save for ice cream and Dad’s Root Beer.

 

2. My abdominal muscles (that’s a fancier sounding term for abs) aren’t used to running around so much in one day. Being sensible 16 year olds (at average of course, most of us aren’t a day older than sixteen yet), we played several varieties of Tag-You’re-It. So much running and chasing around and perspiration ensued today’s N-Day rehearsals, but God, was it fun. I feel just like an 11-year-old again, succumbing to 5th grade games with your best mates. Good times.

 

3. Extreme hunger after running around like madmen. No elaboration needed. My stomach is quite parallel to a pretty much bottomless pit.

 

4. My tight waist-ed shorts. No wait—it’s been hurting since I was at school. This can’t really count.

 

 

I’m still quite unsure to why my stomach’s all a hurt-ey but hey, at least it’s gone now. Victory. And I’ve just finished a glass of chocolate shake which I tried hard to drip over my laptop keypad, almost failing.

 

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It’s been a while since I’ve last written, and yes, quite contrary to the lack of updates, loads of things have happened since that historical weekend at KB. Quite a lot actually (I might find some time later on to recount it all). Much too much in fact, but I’m not complaining. Oh and guess what... we’re in the third episode and we’re shooting in a fortnight! VICTORY. And this time, we’re staying over at KB! Hell, it’s gonna be legend-freaking-dary. A fortnight. Oh God, I can’t wait [bounces up and down with excitement].

 

School (the academic bit, not the staying-back-for-practice-and-ditching-halfway-through-the-whole-thing part of it) today was reasonably fun. I thoroughly enjoyed 2nd period P.E. which I spent playing soccer. To be truthful about it, I’m dreadful. Entirely, inescapably and undeniably dreadful. Once I get the ball, I just kick it off somewhere else. But my teammates (all boys since all the girls ever do during P.E. is sit down under the shade, getting splashed by water kicked by boys playing football, waiting for it to be over) don’t mind very much and are pretty willing to help me become decent at it. And hey, it’s not like I didn’t help my team score. Well, I didn’t actually kick the ball right through the goalkeeper’s legs but I did get it as far, didn’t I?

 

Plus I got to prove that I’m not as frail as I look. I was hit by the ball full-on directly above my tenders when Andy was kicking the ball back in and I was trying to block of one of the lads from the opposing team. Just imagine what would’ve happened if he’d made a one degree difference in kicking it! It would’ve hit my boob! ONE DEGREE, I TELL YOU. But it didn’t really hurt that much, I’m just well glad that I was hit right above my you-know-what instead of going home with a flat right boob. Ah, the rigours of being a girl. And a second time, I was bashed in the face by a reasonably brawny guy while trying to defend the ball and I think my lower lip is internally bleeding.  But this dispels the popular yet untrue theory about me being fragile. I AM NOT FRAGILE I TELL YOU. NOT. FRAGILE. [bites]

 

Anyway, there’s plenty of time for practice and I suppose it is time I live up to my much-associated-to-football name, right? After a rather wet P.E., we had BM [yawns]. The teacher spent it lecturing us all over again; it seems everyone’s flunked the recent BM test. I can honestly say I haven’t really ever tried getting an A for BM. The rest of the morning was pretty uneventful after that.

 

I think I was pretty muddled though from the hours of 7 am till 12 noon today. I walked into the wrong classroom (this one wasn’t really embarrassing, I was deeply immersed in reading the seventh Potter book and I just walked into the classroom only to find that 7th period Geography wasn’t over yet, I can honestly say I wasn’t paying very much attention where I was going and why), said hi’s to the wrong people (people I don’t ever talk to) and evidently flushed my own things down the toilet by accident. DAMMIT. And that was my ONLY pen!

 

After school, we stayed back for N-Day rehearsals. We were dismissed early and spent about an hour trying out different versions of tag and ended up completely exhausted, close to hyperventilation and clothes drenched in sweat. It was glorious fun chasing each other round the basketball court slash football field slash parking lot. We (we being Mina, Richelle, Shin, Danice, Izaq, Mickko, Eunice, Hanee, Nicks, Aikks and myself) were extremely ravenous after that and went off to Mamih for drinks and a plate of satay.

 

We got back to school a quarter after five and hung about at the flagpoles. Oh, and this “hot” lad showed up and the remaining girls went simply gaga over him. I’ve seen him around picking up his younger brother and sister and he seems to be about 17 to 18 years old (I could be completely wrong, he could be like, I don’t know, 26?).

 

Gosh, Richelle, Shin, Aikks and Mina (yes, Mina as well, isn’t that weird?) were all, “He’s hot, he’s hot, he’s sooooo hot” and when he went in the school building, they remained in faithful vigil, waiting for him to come outside just so they could repeat the “he’s so hot” mantra over again. So hilarious. Well, girls shall be girls. And you wonder why I wasn’t in it? Nahh, he doesn’t interest me much. I went right up to him, got a vaguely good look and he seems about 6.5-7 out of 10 by my rating, but who am I to judge? The other girls rated him about 9 to 10. O-kay. They even followed him as he left in his car and watched him drive away (they even followed him down the frigging hill I think)

 

Gee. It’s just so funny watching your own friends going wild over new eye-candy. It doesn’t happen very often around here, so I’m not being absurd. I wonder what would happen next time we see him around again. They’ll probably literally follow him, all the while giggling and attempting to get within a one-foot radius of him. Hahaha. Now that’s something funny to watch. For me, I mean.

 

That’s pretty much a decent summary of school today. An afflictive yet enjoyable round of soccer (my team won), playing tag, getting madly confused, drinks at Mamih, going gag over newfound eye-candy and just plain old enjoying-each-other’s-company. I’d give today a 7 of 10. Not bad. Not bad at all. 

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