<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d2501019875636259858\x26blogName\x3dSOUTH+BROADWAY\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLUE\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://romanticsandramatics.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://romanticsandramatics.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d9204363690459862992', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
"..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.




ENCORE

Designer: deboarahandsarah:)
Base codes: DayBefore!Misery
Image: threadless
LOUDER NOW.

cbox.ws
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
To Two Ephemeral Douchebag Barberos 10:14 PM


To
Justeen Carlo A. Francisco;

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DOUCHENOZZLE.
You’re awesome. (But hush, don’t tell Izaq I said that!)
I’ve had my own share of memories with you and they were great. Well, maybe except for that time when you—nevermind.
God bless you and try not to make a mess out of your life, alright buddy?
Love, xx.

ps. You owe me eleven boxes of chocolates! 





And to the one & only Amadeus Izaq S. Dumlao;
my hubuhuhbuhuhhbukuluhuguhuh buddy!
(Seriously man, I’ve forgotten what all that stood for)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AWESOMENESS.
(It’s your birthday, so I’m gonna cut you some slack and humor you.)
You know you’re epic. (In your own little world, that is)
You can be such a
dickhole at times, but heck; you’re still “epic”.
Normally, I’d say something clever here but... my brain’s a little woozy from all your awesomeness.
And dude, hang in there.
Life can be friggin’ hard,
but the trick is trying harder than it.

And you know we’re always here for you, I just hope you frigging remember that, always.
Love,
your hubuhuhbuhuhhbukuluhuguhuhujushuhusu buddy. 

Labels: ,


HISTORY

January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
March 2010
November 2010

YESTERDAY.
-I Have Discovered That Homework Is Comparable to t...
-Three Days Grace: Mainly Of All Things School
-A Seamy Thursday
-What It Feels Like To Be A 2nd Degree Piece of Muck
-Can I Have My Life Back Now?
-A Drop of Silver on my Ear: Another Day to Smile A...
-Sweat No More: The Long Awaited, Much Deserved Lib...
-I Wish My Homework Was Asexual Just So It Would Do...
-Stop, Look and Stare: Forget Misery, Pure Lethal L...
-Funny, Everyone Still Seems To Smell The Same: Fir...