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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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Saturday, April 25, 2009
Can I Have My Life Back Now? 11:54 AM

In case you didn’t know… I need it.

In the computer lab, the teacher’s absent and we’re left to deal with our own devices. On the far end of the room, the boys are delighting in, what else, some trivial shooting game. To my immediate right are Izaq, Mina, Richelle and Danice who are… FaceBooking, of course. No surprise there. The remainder of the class is busy actually finishing off our Computer project which must involve two stick figures in mortal combat, a cheesy and overly clichéd moral story with the likes of Aesop’s Fables and a bouncing smiley face. Oh, joy.

Today is Day 5 of music-MSN-Fall-Out-Boy-Internet-Twitter-and-all-things-that-could-possibly-kick-
boredom-out-of-the-window deprivation. I’m still grounded, my parents and I aren’t on speaking terms at all (well, my mom isn’t, she’s still pretty pissed off about me getting piercings without her say so and the only attempt of conversation she’s made so far was asking me to eat my vegetables, I knew she couldn’t resist) and my house is basically a two storey prison cell with my very own mom and dad as the wardens. I could really die here; I’m not being a drama queen!

I have no idea how much longer I can take living without my daily dose of music. Honestly, if they’re trying to kill me, they’re doing one hell of a job.

I want my freaking life back! I want to go back to normal. Although at this point, I’m not even sure what ‘normal’ means to me. ‘Normal’ would mean lying awake in bed every night, musing about the pros and cons of breathing. ‘Normal’ would mean surreptitiously falling asleep every single day of school. ‘Normal’ would mean failing to get the desired A’s for tests. ‘Normal’ would mean tearing up in frustration about every single thing that’s been happening for the past four months. This isn’t even normal, not anymore.

For heaven’s sake, I just want everything to be okay. Everything’s already damn hard without having my parents jumping down my neck, attempting to fix me up while actually making me worse. I want my life back six months ago. Just like a pill, instead of making me better, you keep making me ill.

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