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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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Monday, November 3, 2008
Post-Exam Fever. 2:30 PM

The afternoon after last day of exams Aikks & I headed off the mall with a few buddies namely Ells, Richelle & Siff, Justin, Ben (Ells’ twin, like for real) and for a short period; Zat & Andy. Good times, good times. I’m too much of a bum to lay down the day’s events for ya, so I’m just putting up photos since Ella is dying to get em. Haha. For full account on the day, see Ella.





[Homer Simpson style] Mmmmm...chicken rice.



“I’m not hiding anything under this flab!” –Aikks
We stole Ella’s hairbrush. I’m not really sure what happened to it now and if she ever noticed. Oh well.



Ells & I. Love Not War, if it’s readable, on my shirt.







‘Cause we ride: hijacking the kiddy rides.



Nuts! Semi-literally.



See how everything’s all clear and his feet are a blur? Haha, Justin’s fast, wicked fast. You know him? He’s like the friggin’ Alpha and Omega of DDR! Haha, well besides Zat of course. They are freaking awesome at the darn thing, AND they’re guys. You should see them move. Whoo.



This was epic. We took photos beside Wall.E right and then like, a split second after that, on Aikko’s side, Wall.E’s arm tore off and we realized and ran off like mad into the cinema going, “Aikks, what have you done?!”. Good times.





Elevator scenes.




Aikks & I at the bookstore. Practically my most favorite place in the whole of the mall.




Featuring A Spot of Bother & I Love You But I’m Not In Love With You. Funny titles eh?

So that’s about, there are loads more but these are the only ones which came out alright. Cheers.

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008
48 Hours. Or Less. I'd Rather Much Prefer The Latter, Be Over And Done With It Already. 10:46 AM



Soiree at Stick’s house yesterday. We were just messing about with her guitars. And Aikks wouldn’t let go of the bongo drums.



Just a couple more days and it’s all over! Boy, time does go fast, doesn’t it? It’s amazing. PMB is almost over, we’ve made it this far! AND, it wasn’t that hard at all, midyear exams & the mocks were worse! Honestly. It’s probably just me but the papers they gave us this year seem to be the easiest ones of the whole lot. Probably cause they want all of us to pass this year. Hah.

2 more exams. 2 more days. Yeah. Wooohooo *does victory dance*

God knows what we’re gonna do after the exams. Go mad, burn our papers, cry tears of joy, screaming “Hallelujah” I expect. I can’t wait.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Northern Downpour. 10:36 PM







Just a few random photos from today.


6:23 PM
Boy, it’s half past six already and I’m still here at school. Rain is pouring like mad and it’s been goin’ on for HOURS non-stop. It’s freaking dark and wet too. Aikks & Shan left early and all the other kids have gone on home. All who’s left is just a couple of teachers (who, coincidentally, live in the house next to mine, their car is the first thing I hear every morning, first thing would be birds in sing-song, offering me a ride home), a lone 7th grader and myself. Where could my dad be? This is like, unfashionably late and I am ravenously hungry, I’d eat a whale. No wait, they’re endangered, something else big then.

6:29 PM
Aha! Dad’s here! Apparently, he forgot about me. Oh well, at least I get to eat my whale now. Or not, or not!

6:56 PM
Stuffed. And no, I didn’t eat a whale or anything huge or less and endangered, just some beef. So today’s paper, that is, was a total piece of work, easy as anything (I don’t wanna use the phrase ‘piece of cake’ cause I’m starting to think I’ve overused those three words this month). So that’s like what, 2 As? YEAH. Can’t count BM as an A though X/ But you know you aren’t supposed to count your chickens. What a phrase.

7:10 PM
More papers to add to my ‘burn pile’. I keep all my notes and stuff from the last 3 years and once the exams are over and done with, I’m gonna burn them. You know, to symbolize our liberty and all. Haha. Yeah, if you’re a fellow 9th grader from my school, bring your timetable on the last day of exams and we’ll make a bonfire. *manic grin*

8:40 PM
Well that took long. There are a lot of papers you know. But it didn’t help that my mom brought home some chicken from Supa Save and I ate like, more than half of it, getting distracted by some nonsense on TV or losing my notes for the concert. As in music notes & tabs and such.

8:42 PM
Speaking of which...our rehearsals tomorrow’s gonna be a full official photo shoot, so they told me to show up wearing something “nice and formal”. And of course, I don’t have anything “formal”, so I guess I’ll put on something “nice”. In my words, those probably mean a shirt & tie. Oh, and did I mention these photos MIGHT make it to the papers? :S Least I’ll be famous. Right.

8:45 PM
You’re probably wondering why I’m not studying right? Tomorrow’s English and it’s gonna be– you better be lactose intolerant (quotes Barney from How I Met Your Mother)– a piece of cake. You know the key it to believe it will be. Always ends up the way you think it will if you really think it will.

8:51 PM
Hey, the rain’s finally stopped. Thought it’d go on through the night. Haha, I wonder if Barry got home alright. I still have a picture of him going “I wanna go home!” every 15 seconds in my head. Which reminds me of this really insane conversation Aikks, Barry, Haz & I had earlier:


[We talk about the upcoming prom, Barry says he has two dates, asks Aikks to be his third]

Barry: And at the end of the night, there’d be a foursome!

*disgusted silence*

Chels: [puts on a ‘that’s-so-wrong’ look]
Haz: [follows suit]
Aikks: Hey, not fair, you guys are graduating this year! *pokes Barry & Haz*

*5 seconds silence*

Aikks: YUUCCCCKKKK! FOURSOME!!!!!



And the 3 of us, mostly myself couldn’t stop laughing for like, 5 minutes stop after that. Aikks; the lagger. What can we do without em right?

8:56 PM
So there’s a prom on the 29th of next month. Someone’s already asked me, but I declined. Ehe. Well anyway, maybe I’ll be in the mood next time someone else asks. HAH, I DOUBT IT. x)

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Friday, September 26, 2008
The Kid In Yellow. 2:58 PM



Random photographs of today, not much.


Catfight.


Aikks & I.










Remember Dr. Evil?


Do you know the muffin man?


Why yes, he lives on Drury Lane.


rawr! xd


I’ll let you in on a secret: you see those two sticks there? You go through them, you’ll show up at Narnia. Yeah.

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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

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-The One Where Chelsea's Bored and Writes Inside Th...
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