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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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Sunday, April 19, 2009
A Drop of Silver on my Ear: Another Day to Smile About Whilst Daydreaming in an Attempt to While Away Some Time During a Wearisome Class. 2:20 AM

10: 05 pm

Waiting outside the mall for my mom. It is sort of wicked to hang out alone here, give myself some “me time”.

 

10:06 pm

Loud rap music comprising of strings of swear words pollute the air. An indistinct voice proclaiming its soliloquy arise from my far left, as the plasma TV at Chill aimlessly entertains its late night patrons who instead indulge in a series of alcoholic drinks the bar renders. Gangs of teenage boys who all look like they belong to some sort of brotherhood that only allows its members to wear tight jeans that somehow, quite impossibly, make them look quite good despite the suffocated facade, wander around in endless circles, perhaps looking for equally otiose teenage girls to hit on.

A couple of stressed-out looking females in front of me have arms adorned with shopping bags as if they were mere bangles, no doubt from some high class shop, impatiently waiting for their ride back to the solace of their homes, doubtlessly eager to parade a fashion show in front of their floor-to-ceiling mirrors, like a restless eight year old, awaiting to enter the gates of Disneyland, not only with ticket money in hand, but also an incredibly long queue of park-goers sweating to get inside.

My favorite object among the rooftops of Gadong glows in the night sky, standing alone: the McDonalds logo. A bright letter M, bringer of Happy Meals and the words “I’m Lovin’ It”, stands out against the velvet blue of the 10 pm sky. I do appreciate its yellow significance and for some reason, the vivid M shining several feet off the ground gives me a warm feeling of home found amongst the traffic, the loud music, the continuous roaring of motorbikes out front, the chatter of shopkeepers, the smoke emanating from twenty-something year olds loitering in the foreground.

 

10:09 pm

Ah, I see the Rover, time to head off home, back to the place of shelves of Sophie Kinsella novels and the likes, $4 DVDs from Unitek and siblings brilliant yet equally annoying siblings. Ah, home.

 

10:19 pm

A cold silence fills the atmosphere in the car as mom lectures me about bad company. She’ll definitely flip when she finds out about my piercings. Which, I will, most definitely, not let happen. No sir. If she finds about my new piercings, be it on the ear, on the navel or on my frigging nose, she’ll ban me from ever going out, ever again. Like, ever.

 

10:52 pm

Now lying underneath my cotton sheets, blanket over my head, still wearing the same T-shirt I wore out: a black shirt with a printed tie and matching suspenders, crowned with a hole the size of a 50 cent coin. Not unlike myself, my 9-year old sister bites. Occasionally. She bit a hole into this shirt and consequently, I have to wear a black bra to make that unfortunate hole more inconspicuous. But you didn’t need to know that.

I’m just waiting till it’s safe enough to get on my laptop and write an entry about today. It was wicked fun, as mandatory. Though I made it pretty late and missed half the movie, it was still wicked fun.

 

11:01 pm

Is the coast clear yet?

 

11:09 pm

Nicked the camera’s USB cable outta my parent’s room. My bed is literally entangled in Sony Ericson wires and Acer products. Not that you needed to know that.

 

****

 

Today was wicked cool. Went out with a few of my best mates, Rona, Mickko, Mina, Izaq, Dee, Nice, Elaine, Milz, Shin and Nickks. I showed up an hour late for the movie, but heck, it was still great. Coming Soon was quite mediocre, entirely predictable I suppose, it wasn’t that horrifying at all, and yes, I could’ve fallen asleep were it not for the rather good sound effects. I’d give it a 4.5 out of 10.

I’d burst out in a stream of laughter while the rest of the cinema starts screaming their pants off. Odd, isn’t it? I’ve never laughed at horror movies before. I was sitting next to Nicks, and honestly, he is hilarious when a freaky scene comes on:

 

 

[scary danger music starts]

Nicks: [hides behind popcorn]

Chels: [stares at screen]

[danger music intensifies]

Nicks: [covers ears, sings] OHH SAY! CAN YOU SEE BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT, WHAT SO PROUDLY—

Chels: Dude, please!

*

[danger music comes on]

Nicks: [sings] Silent night, Holy night, all is calm...

*

 

[danger music starts]

Nicks: [hides behind soft drink cup] Our Father, who art in heaven...

Chels: Nicks, it’s just a movie.

Nicks: Give us this day our daily bread...

Chels: Nicks.

[danger music gets louder]

Nicks: AND FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES!

 

 

Haha, yeap. Trust Nicks to go all patriotic, Christmassy and religious while watching a supposedly horror movie. After the movie, I went off to get my piercings, yay! I’ve got four piercings in total now. Wicked cool. I want one on my navel, please. I was all jumpy about getting my piercings and was like, Will it hurt a lot? But yeah, couple of my mates have gotten piercings before, so twas cool.

 

“It won’t hurt. It’ll only feel like an ant biting you. An ant the size of a cow,” says Mickko.

“Ouch.” says Izaq.

“My buzzing Chepii fly is growing up so fast!” laments Rona.

 

Rona, it’s just a couple of piercings, it’s not like I got a tattoo of someone’s name or something, hahaha. I showed my bro and he... disowned me for getting piercings without mom’s yes. [shrugs]

Most of the gals left at around 6, me and the rest of the gang went off to... Jollibee! Cheezy Fries are the shizz, yes sir. We took heaps of photos and after that we headed off to the pool area over at Centrepoint. It’s pretty much a custom to chill at the pool area everytime we go out to Gaydong now. Either the pool area at Centrepoint, Gaydong Beach, the fountain at the parking lot over at the mall or at The Sad Penis. Yes, the Sad Penis. Actually the cafe’s called T.T. Blues but yeah, T.T. can be another word for Penis and Blues is related to sadness and ergo, The Sad Penis.

We chilled over at the fountain after the pool and after Izaq & Rona left, the three of us left, Mickko, Mina and myself, made our way to chill over at the second floor window. I call it The Window. It’s me & Rona’s secret spot when we wanna get away. Good view of the traffic from up there.

And then we headed off to McDonald’s to wait for Mickko’s dad to pick him up, bumped into Pejman and Arian having fries over there. While waiting for our rides, we talked about a lot of things in particular but it’ll be much too trivial to mention them here of course, so I’m not saying much. Mickko left in a while, Mina was picked up at about 15 to 10 and I was left to wander among the crowd back inside the mall till my mom picked me up half an hour later.

Good times today, another day to smile about. Something inside my head is ticking like a bomb, it hurts, so I’m gonna end this post. Wicked fun day today you guys. 

 


My friends are the shizz, my friends... are a different breed.

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