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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, February 12, 2009
Wayward Unethicality: Incoherency, Burnt Medium Rare & Getting Mismatched. 2:47 PM

“Just remember... if the world didn’t suck, we’d all just fall off.”

-Trevor Myers

 

 

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“Teachers are those who help us in resolving problems, which, without them, we wouldn’t have in the first place.”

 

 

Darn, darn, darn that essay writing competition. You see, I was forced, yes, forced, into this competition surprisingly, as decent as I am at writing, I’m lousy when it comes to actually competing. Maybe it’s the nerves, I dunno, but I just can’t write anything decent if it involves other people and awards, no sir. But the point is that my writing skills have been knocked senseless right now.  At least... I think it’s knocked senseless.

 

Anything that’s close to being decorous has left my brain ever since last week. Teacher English made me join this competition and so I grudgingly consented to do it. After about 500 words into the essay, I stopped clean dead. I don’t know. I just became so speechless. Speechless in writing, that is. All the ideas, all the words, they just seemed to... disappear off to someplace where I can’t grasp ‘em. WHERE’D YOU GO? God, send me some inspiration please!

 

 

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Happy 16th Birthday to both Rebecca and Zim Z. :D:D

Love. (:

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The skin on my arms is now one shade darker. I think. Or maybe it was already that much tanned and I just haven’t noticed. Well if it is, I blame the school, I have to bloody stand in the bloody heat during bloody assembly simply because nobody bothered making the shed wide enough to give shade to those who oh-so-unfortunately find themselves standing in the back of the line, like myself for example. Well, I suppose it must be better than standing in the front where it’s mighty stuffy.

 

We went to the stadium this morning, spending several arduous hours getting roasted alive. Thank God for clouds and Clear Water Sunblock SPF 50+. We spent all morning playing hide-and-seek with the sun. Frankly, I’d rather it hide behind the seemingly thick clouds and not show up until after we’re over and done with practice. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me.

 

Was pretty much very exhausted when we got back to school; thank God we had free period during POA, I had a quick nap. Yeah, I pretty much have the inept skill to fall asleep anywhere. Any-frigging-where. As long as I’m bushed, I can sleep, no matter if it’s on a wheelie chair, on someone’s shoulder, on the floor, on cement, in a parking lot, on the stairs, in public, whatever.  Pretty handy especially when a decent bed is hours away.

 

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“..You can fall from the sky, you can fall from a tree, but the best way to fall is in love with me.”

-Unknown

 

That is one kickass quote.

 

Valentine’s Day is just a couple of days far. I’ve never really had a proper Valentine before to be honest. Well I did have ‘Valentines’ but not really one who bothered giving me roses, chocolates or stuffed animals from Euro Classic. But hey, could be something different this year.

 

I have a couple of Valentines actually. Unofficial & official. Officially, it’s Joel LapLap. Haha, yes, unceremoniously, he just asked me. Not that I like him or anything, geez, no, I haven’t even ever talked to the lad in person. But whatever. And my unofficial Valentine? Shouldn’t be too hard to figure that one out.

 

So Mickko, Kiks, Rona & I are going out this weekend and so are a bunch of other kids I bet. It had better be epic.  

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