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Thursday, December 11, 2008
Someone Please Hit This Girl With A Bat Please? 10:34 PM

I found someone I thought never exists. Someone who has NOT heard of Twilight EVER.

I think Shannon Shannon’s been living under a rock for the past three months. Either that or she’s been locked in a cellar with no human contact her entire life until today. Here’s the conversation that followed after I told her we’d go watch Twilight on Saturday on MSN:


Shannon: ...What’s Twilight about anyway?
Chels: HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW?! YOU MUST BE THE ONLY GIRL IN HISTORY WHO DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT TWILIGHT!!!
Shannon: Not really...my mom doesn’t know about it.
Chels: What?! This has got to be like the awesomest vampire movie ever!
Shannon: Wait, wait! I know what Twilight means! “The soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon caused by reflection of the Sun’s rays from the atmosphere”. Or “periods of state of obscurity or gradual decline.”
Chels: Were you living under a rock for the past 3 months?
Shannon: Vampire = scary. NO WAY. I’M GONNA WATCH BOLT.
Chels: It’s not like that. Edward’s like the hottest vampire out there.
Shannon: How can you say that? Vampires are scary. Chels, wait till he bites your neck and blood comes out.
Chels: I don’t mind. Ahhhhh Edward.....Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
Shannon: And Quarantine! Rabies! No Chelsea, I’m begging you.
Chels: Vampires do NOT have rabies.
Shannon: Don’t look him in the eye! Edward has rabies.
Chels: Has not.
Shannon: What’s the opposite of has not?
Chels: Um, has so?
Shannon: Has so!
Chels: Has not!
Shannon: Has so!
Chels: HAS NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT times infinity!
Shannon: YES YES YES YES YES YES!
Chels: You lose. Read the book girl! Google it!
Shannon: Has so x infinity x 100. HAH. I didn’t lose. I’m just a slow typer. Who makes lots of typos.
Chels: HAS NOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT infinity to the power of infinity!
Shannon: HAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. There’s no such thing as infinity to the power of infinity. If there is...then infinity to the power of infinity x infinity YES he has rabies!
Chels: Has so!
Shannon: HAHA! He has rabies. You said “has so”. I win. Chels you just admitted Edward has rabies.
Chels: There has so infinity times infinity! That’s what I meant you blonde!
Shannon: NOOO.
Chels: Did you know Christ was a Jew?
Shannon: No O.O You said so Edward has rabies. AND I AM NOT BLONDE. I have no blonde hair, I highlighted my hair brunette’s and I like the color!
Chels: Hmpff. Edward still has no rabies!
Shannon: Fine! Is this monkey cuter or is Chuan?


Yeah. That was random. At least I convinced her Edward has no rabies and never will have! Gee. It’s been a long day, convincing Shannon Edward Cullen has no rabies. I’m turning in for the night. Shannon, you’ll see on Saturday. HE HASN’T GOT RABIES.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
..And Then There Was Cheese. 11:15 PM

Well. Cheese flavoured Ruffles. Good enough.

I just got back from rehearsals about three hours ago and it was semi-epic. Haha. We had a mini party on the school’s stairs. There was Coke and Ruffles and Lays, gummy worms and marshmallows, muffins and chicken nuggets! Well the paper does say “students are advised to bring food & water”, we just decided to bring junk food and plastic cups.

Regrettably though, the Coke finished up quicker than I could get a second drink. Because Aneesah just had to spill it all out of her nose. Or mouth. Either which. Hahahahaha. You shoulda seen that though, it was raining Coke. Well, on my spot anyway. :D She sorta kinda laughed while drinking Coke (with pieces of Ruffles mixed in it) and Joack (this really cool dude who sings) was telling a joke and yeah. You know how milk spills outta people’s noses? This is kinda like the same thing. Only NON-DAIRY. *shudders. Peace Aneesah :DD

And I met this really cool and interesting dude (I think he’s gay though, so no weird ideas yeah). He does a great Cockney accent and complains about how the boys around here are...quiet. Can’t blame him though. Haha. So anyway, today’s rehearsal was fun, better than the other times. Oh. And I’ve just established my Most Dangerous Guitarist Alive status, and my reputation is growing. I hit another person on the head. ><

Joel suggests we jam since he plays the drums fast enough for the sticks to fly off from his hands and stab someone. We shall be epic. Whoohooo. *does headbang*

So today’s our last major rehearsal and tomorrow we’re heading off to the Amphitheatre itself. (I still need a ride there and Honey suggests I hitch a ride with her but annoyingly, I’ve no idea what time I’m supposed to show up at Neo which is why I am here, waiting, waiting, waiting for her to get online and tell me. Oh, I’d love to text her, but remember the economic downfall we’re currently experiencing? Yeah, she’s out of credit as well. Oh my little problems.)

I can’t believe the concert’s in 4 days. It’s one of those how-in-heaven’s-name-did-time-get-lost-so-fast moments—she’s online, HALLE-FREAKING-LUJAH!!

So anyway, it makes me all gooey and sad that the concert’s up real soon. I mean, yeah, I am excited and whatever but it’s the fact that I won’t be seeing my new found buddies after the concert and the thought of it all makes me—alright. I’m not gonna make you guys read this right now. I’ll right about it some other time, ‘cause for now, I am hitting the sack. Or hay. Goodness, whatever. Sleeping is my point. It’s 11 for heaven’s sake. Go to sleep. ><

Sleep well.

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Lemon Wedgie. (24 Hours, Whooooooooooo) 7:43 PM

Chels: Dude! Guess what I wrote for number 4d, Section C? I didn’t know the answer.
Qawi: What? What did you write?
Chels: I was like, “Refer to Form 3 Textbook.”
Qawi: Chels, that’s a stupid answer. You should’ve written “Google it yourself.” That would’ve been smarter.


Yeah. I know. Well hey! They didn’t want you to leave any blanks so I thought “Refer to Form 3 textbook” would’ve been a sensible answer if you didn’t know the actual answer. I’m clever, live with it. Haha, so it’s either the checker’d get ticked off my smart answer or they’d get impressed and give me plus marks. Chyeah, as if. Hey, it could happen, know.

But I agree with Qawi. “Google it yourself” would be the smartest answer! >< I’ve been waiting for the chance to give off that answer, glad it’s here.

Lucky fellas though, the people who sit for IRK instead of Commerce. Their exams ended today & the holiday begins for them. Dude, you shoulda seen them, all happy and such when the invigilators announce the end of the exam.

Invigilator: Those whose exams end today, all the best & happy holidays!
IRK students: YEAHHH! [grins & smirks]
Invigilator: Those who’re sitting for Commerce, I’ll see YOU tomorrow.
Commerce students: [grooooaaaaannnnnnnn]

It won’t be long now *evil, sinister, maniac laugh*. Today was fun! All the goofy douchey conversations us kids get into. Here are some conversations today:


[Aikks needs to photocopy commerce notes, it’s half past 5, most teachers’ve gone home]

Aikks: Are there still any people in the front office?
Chels: Um like, Uncle Kenneth?
Aikks: Yeah.

[Uncle Kenneth is right behind Aikks, goes into his car]

Chels: Well, he’s getting into his car now.
Aikks: NOOO! I NEED TO PHOTOCOPY SOMETHING!!
Chels: Well you better hurry, he just shut the door.
Aikks: NOO! [digs into her bag for the papers]
Chels: He’s putting in the key.
Aikks: [still frantically digging, screaming hysterically]
Chels: He’s turned on the ignition.
Aikks: NO! [in hysterics, still searching]

[His car leaves the parking lot]

Chels: He just left.

X

[Aikks & Chels arguing about who gets to keep commerce notes]

Chels: I need it too!
Aikks: Well, you’re smarter than me!
Chels: Aha! I’ll take that as a confession!

X

[Chels, Aikks walking to Supa Save, sees a stake]

Chels: Hey look, you can use that to kill a vampire.
Aikks: I was gonna say that!
Chels: Oh well.
Aikks: You can only partially kill them with a stake though; you have to use a lemon wedge.
Chels: A lemon what?

X

[Mickko does this incredibly hilarious dance while performing a song by Jet]

Chels: You guys performing that for prom?
Mickko: Maybe. Barry wants me to.
Chels: Oh! Feature me then!
Mickko: Alright! *puts on one of those boxer match announcer voices*
Mickko: Give it up for Barry’s band!! *discreetly & quickly* Plus Chelsea.

X

[Justin walks towards Isaac]

Isaac: Look! It’s a Pokémon!

X

[Sticks, Isaac, Janno & Kiko all talk about nonsensical yet hilarious garbage]

Aikks: I’m with a bunch of retards.
Chels: Oh, I feel your agony.


X

Mickko: You know what they say, I'm the fisherman, not the bait!
Chels: Right.
Isaac: Yeah, and Chelsea killed all the fish.

X

Mickko: Do you think Janno’s dangerous?
Chels: Not at all.
Janno: See?
Mickko: *incredulously* What?!
Chels: He’s as dangerous as a rabbit.
Janno: What?!

X

[still talking about how not dangerous Janno is]

Chels: He’s as dangerous as a box of kittens.
Mickko: Werewolves. WEREWOLVES.

X

[STILL talking about it]

Jemuel: He’s as dangerous as a tree!
Chels: Trees are dangerous, my friend.
Jemuel: Only if you run straight into them!



Good times eh? Good times, I love my mates. I mean, the scenes up there might not have been funny, but hell, they were at the time! I cannot wait for tomorrow, last exam! And then, and then, and then we’re gonna go straight to the mall, celebrate. Oh yeah, guys, don’t forget your timetables!

So, I leave you with photos:


Qawi, myself and Aikks. Good for him, exams are over & done with.


Nickks, Aikks & I.


Me, Afif & Aikks. He’s leaving! I’m gonna miss this dude! Here we go again: everyone leaving x/


Aikks & I.



This crazy bastard mixed two Pepsis together. And drank them. Not that he’ll explode or anything.


Later that night:

[sound of distant explosion]

Chels: Did you guys hear that? Must be Isaac’s stomach. His guts are probably flying halfway across the country right now. Oh well. Don’t say we didn’t warn him.



Well! That is what happens when you mix Mentos and a Coke.


Mmmm...Pepsi.


Mmhmm. Well, gotta run now, need some last minute studying for Commerce.

*Spongebob voice* I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready!

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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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Thursday, October 16, 2008
Why Did The Boy Eat His Exam Paper? 4:35 PM

Because, it was a piece of cake!

HAHAHA. Richelle came up with that earlier today, cheers babe. Congratulations with Siff, I’m pretty sure you’re happy now, you deserve it! (now, if only I could follow her example...)

The exam was, I mean. I absolutely can NOT believe it. For the first time in my entire life, I actually managed to write a BM composition, something totally out of my jurisdiction. And I bet the grammar is garbage and my choice of words suck, but who cares?! At least I answered Paper 1, just winging practically EVERYTHING along the way.

Hallelujah! We had this mini prayer thingy, me and the rest of the gang, right before the exam & yeah, God did help us. YEAH!Three cheers for Jesus! Ameneth.

My answers are probably whack but at least I know I tried my hardest right? Give it a credit guys! If you don’t, I will sue. Kidding.

I just hate the stupid chairs and tables, they’re so wooden and hard and, and, and sharp! Give me break man! Who can sit on those chairs and not be in agony? Oh, and there was this crack invigilator who I think is on cocaine or something. I’m no fashionista or anything of the sort but at least I don’t wear green platforms with a long pink dress! Geez, that is well bad.

And she wore her glasses the wrong way, like out of her headscarf or tudong. I was tempted to ask her whether she had ears or not, but that would be mean, plus I’d get disqualified. And there was this one point where her phone rang amidst the silence of the hall and guess what her ringtone was? THE SPONGEBOB THEME SONG. That is a classic moment. Of course, nobody else thought if funny since they were all mucking around in anxiety about their compositions and letter writing and stuff. Spongebob. Honestly!

And during the second paper, I swear, I understood most of the stuff said! It was like...I had this mini translator thingy in my head. It wasn’t that bad, I probably wouldn’t flunk the paper. Another one of God’s miracles. I swear to you, I have no idea why, but I actually understood bits of the paper. (I’m not exaggerating.)

I feel freaking sleepy though, I didn’t get enough sleep last night. You should’ve seen me; I was attempting to talk myself to sleep. I spent about, almost a couple hours maybe, tossing around in my duvet trying to fall asleep but it was pointless. You shoulda seen me. But like, it wasn’t cause I was nervous or panicky, I mean, not at all dude! I was actually pretty excited for the exam.

And I wasn’t only the one slacking away last night; I found quite a lot of 9th year students online last night, refusing to give in to the temptation of last-minute cramming. I salute you people.

Next exam’s Math on Monday. Math? Nothing to it either.

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Saturday, October 4, 2008
Statue Number 917: Holiday Privileges 11:46 AM

We have the right to not remain silent.
We have the right to sleep late.
We have the right to not sleep at all.
We have the right to go choose what time we want to ‘hit the sack’. Or ‘hay’. Whatever.
We have the right to sleep in.
We have the right to neglect our alarm clocks.
We have the right to neglect the shower.
We have the right to forget about breakfast.
We have the right to forget about school for at least a fortnight.
We have the right to go out whenever we want.
We have the right to go out wherever we want.
We have the right to forget about taking out the trash.
We have the right to ignore that dirty pile of dishes slowly growing on top of the sink,
We have the right to mess up any part of the house.
We have the right to sit in front of the PC or laptop for an unlimited period of time.
We have the right to sit on the couch for an unlimited period of time.
We have the right to sit on the couch watching TV for an unlimited period of time.
We have the right to eat junk food.
We have the right to talk to our mates on the phone for hours.
We have the right to cram at the last minute.
We have the right to finish our homework at the last minute.
We have the right to let dust pile up on our schoolbooks.
We have the right to forget what day it is.
We have the right to forget what date today is.
We have the right to relax and just forget about everything.
We have the right to freedom from chores.
We have the right to freedom from boredom.
We have the right to freedom from ANYTHING.



If there’s anything else you wanna add, do tell.


Days to PMB: 12

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Thursday, September 25, 2008
AWOL (I'm Sorry, Do I Know You?) 9:18 PM

10:56 AM
It’s 11 am and instead of being stuck in a classroom with a monotonous teacher just as weary of the holiday classes as the students are, I am here at the immigration place, which is equally as monotonous and weary as it gets, waiting for my number to be called on. Ah, 809 goes the counter. What’s my number again? Oh yes, 840. Sheesh. It’s as boring as class if not worse (at least in class there are people you know, here, it’s practically zero). I choose class. I didn’t go today ‘cause I felt like sleeping in but I can’t use this as an excuse and amazingly, as if on cue, Dad took me to here to get my IC renewed. Sweet.

11:04 AM
Or not. Dad said they mightn’t allow me to get my photograph taken since I’m not dressed for it. Hey, a black shirt, camo jeans and my Converse sneakers look just fine to me (although, I don’t see what my shorts and shoes have got to do with it, they’re only taking it from the neck up). Wonder how long this is gonna take, I have music class at 1. Which reminds me, I wonder if I could crash at Sticks’ place after. I do hope so (she’s kinda sensitive about short-noticed visitors, just like your mom, Ells).

11:23 AM
On average, one counter takes 7 minutes (I know, I counted), there are 3 counters right now (actually, they have 10, but I don’t see what’s the point in having so many when you’re only gonna keep a few open. This happens everywhere) open to green ICs. 840 – 815 (that would be the number now) is 25. Divide that by 3, you get 8.6666 something. Multiplied by 7, you get about 60 minutes. Holy mac, I’m such a dork. I actually calculated all that. See? This is what inactivity does to me. That means one more hour of waiting here. Sigh.

11:30
Wow, it’ll totally be like, bummer dude, if they tell me I can’t get my photograph taken after waiting this long.

11:35 AM
I look to the right and I see rows and rows of dreary-looking people waiting for their number to come up. I look to the left and I see this guy with a crazy look, furiously banging on his Nintendo DS, PSP or whatever game console humanity has to offer. Honestly, what is with guys and gaming? And I look behind me; I see the Ministry of Finance building. Or as I like to call it, the Money Place. You know I can see this very building from school? Speaking of which, I wonder what Aikks, Nickks, Stickks and the rest of the guys doing. Oh, probably stuck in a drop dead dull room.

11:56 AM
Number 839! Yeah! One more! My estimations—



At this point, the numbers 8, 4 & 0 in bright red, digital colors beeped on the counter header. One hour exactly. Yeah. The lady at the counter treated me as if I were 4 years old. Grr. Do I look like I can only understand one syllable at a time?! That just ticks me off. ><

So this is what I was up to, sitting on those annoying creaky chairs, writing. Pfft. I’d rather go to school, but I need my IC renewed before PMBs. Which was moved back a couple of days in advance. THANKS, THAT’S REALLY HELPFUL, I’M GONNA GO BURN MY BOOKS NOW.

****

Guess what? My music teacher ain’t Catholic. Nor is she Christian. Or Jewish. She’s Muslim. Muslim. Honestly. I haven’t got anything against Muslims; loads of my close mates are Muslim, but my teacher? Muslim? I never saw that one. She always looked so...Christian. Haha.

And guess what? Her name isn’t even Honey. It’s freaking Sarah Jane. ‘Honey’ is not even remotely close to Sarah Jane. And I never knew, I just found out last week when she was IMing with her mom. I don’t even know her anymore!

I bet she has a house in Cleveland, Ohio, her natural hair color is actually ginger, she’s adopted and is secretly related to George W. Bush. Who are you?!?!?!

Haha, I’m being paranoid, Honey, or like, Sarah Jane, is really awesome, if only teachers at school could be like her. It’s fun. Anyway, onto other matters: I did NOT get kicked out of my band. A slight, teensy, little misunderstanding is all it was. Hey, Izaq said not to “bother coming to any jamming session”. How was I supposed to interpret that? Oh well, it’s all good now.

Feeling mildly hungry, I haven’t eaten dinner yet. My last meal was like a plate of hotdogs, very, VERY scrambled eggs, squid balls and crabsticks. Hey, it’s good food!

Kind of looking forward to school tomorrow, I hope this time, we’d actually have break. For heaven’s sake, we kids need a rest dang it!

****

Hey Alister, I know you’re reading this and have been looking for your name in my entries frantically for so long. Here you go. Haha, the things you do to get in the media.

(He likes to be mentioned, who doesn’t right?)

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Thursday, September 18, 2008
A 5 Day Holiday: Day One; Getting Kicked Out. 3:42 PM

Today, I walked in on my teacher taking a piss (I couldn’t think of a better way to start this entry). My male teacher. And I am completely traumatized. I mean, he didn’t close the door for heaven’s sake and how was I supposed to know?! And no, I didn’t see anything, THANK GOD. It kinda went like this:


I open the toilet door and see the teacher peeing.

Me: Oh, shoot, aaarrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhh! *literally screaming my head off*
Teacher: Oh my God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHH! *slams the door shut*
The other teacher: What happened?!
Me: He. Was. Peeing.
The other teacher: DID YOU SEE IT?
Me: NO! THANK GOD! HE WAS STANDING, DUH!



Yep. Thank God that guys piss standing up. If not then...shudders. But after that we burst into laughter for like 5 minutes straight. Including the offending teacher. HAHA. Still..it was not something I’d like to happen again. Like, ever. And why do I always walk in on people peeing? Especially guys? Geez. Do I have this sign on my head that says ‘It’s okay to pee in my presence, don’t be shy’? For goodness sake.

So anyway, I got kicked out The Understatement yesterday. Oh, that’s right, you have no bloody idea what the hell that is. It’s my so-called band, for which I’m the rhythmist & part time lead guitarist. That is, until yesterday. The vocalist/bassist kicked me out. Pfft. Like that even bothers me, I honestly couldn’t care less, GOOD LUCK FINDING YOUR OWN RHYTIMIST! =.=

Apparently, I got kicked out because I couldn’t make it to ONE (just ONE) jamming session (I chose to go out with my mates, it was on the same day, plus I planned this earlier than the practice). Bloody hell, it was only ONE. And it’s not like that’s gonna be our ONE & ONLY session and I simply CANNOT miss it. And he had the nerve to say “some people, they put their self enjoyment after the band”. I can honestly say that I am so glad I’m not like ‘some people’. Yeah. He even asked me who I was commited to more? My band or my friends. Right. Who kicks people out of the band for that silly reason? Like Mary J said, “Don’t give a crap about these people, they’re not worth it.”

Some people will never understand my genius.

Oh, guess who I saw today? None other than Benjamin, remember him guys? The annoying dude from the 6th grade who moved to St Andrew’s? Apparently, he takes drums at Neo & his class just so happened to take place after mine. Here’s how the how-do-you-do conversation went:


Me, packing up my stuff, Benjamin walks through the door.


Benjamin: Hello Chelsea. *in this sinister-like voice, actually he was always sinister-like, evil mastermind-like*
Me: *all shocked* Oh my God. It’s you. You’re here. What are you doing here? What the—


Yeah, I suppose I could’ve said something nicer. Haha. Oh well, I was pretty surprised and it has been a while since I last saw the dude.

Well, I gotta run now, my room looks like a storm’s just finished ransacking through it. Really, there are clothes everywhere, bags scattered over here, shoes strewn across the floor and lots and lots of other junk everywhere else. Gosh. I seriously need to clean this up and get ready for rehearsals at 6. =.=

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Thursday, September 4, 2008
The Paper War Chronicles 2:29 PM

“For the Year 9s and Year 10s, nothing much is going on.” –Ronnie at today’s assembly

That could be the understatement of the year.

These days, you know after the mocks, have been incredibly vague and awfully messed up. Honest. I can’t explain it but it’s been crazy since the exams started. On the academic side of things, they’ve changed our timetable, our schedule’s all messed up, we’ve been having nothing but free time on most days (that part, I like) and there’s just so much going on.

Our timetable’s freaking insane. 5 freaking periods of freaking Math, straight on Tuesdays. Seriously. Who can survive that? Even teacher Ronnie didn’t like it. I bet our Math teacher’s gonna have a cardiac arrest when she finds out she had 2 hours straight with us (she doesn’t like our class a lot) I wonder who the heck decided to screw up our timetable?

Today we had like, Science from break till dismissal. For now it’s alright, since our Science teacher’s gone on holiday and all we had was free period. The first period was spent having paper ball fights. Teachers kept coming in at random moments and we had to like, snatch the paper balls from all over the floor and hide them (they take cleanliness too seriously, not like it ever makes the school better, I mean just look at the toilets). Serious fun, apart from the principal coming in on two occasions.

The next half hour, a sub came in and he brought these chess sets and the dudes were all worked up about it while I was looking through this really cool guitar magazine, I forgot the name but the electric guitars featured were freaking awesome. There was a picture of Joseph Trohman in it and I just sorta kept shoving into people’s faces going, “Look, it’s Joe, he’s my hero, seriously.” Haha.

We had to some English work for the last two periods. I have no freaking idea why they wanted us sit quietly like it was the freaking qualifyings. 20 minutes through the paper I got really bored and threw a paper ball at this dude in front of me who threw it back and thus, World War III began. I just kept dragging people into it by throwing paper balls at random classmates, and they aimed at whoever they suspected and eventually the whole class got in on it and amazingly, the sub didn’t notice a thing. Freaking fun.

I never really finished my English classwork. The fight went on till dismissal.

Haha. Which was really crazy, I missed my ride home; actually, they left me, so I tried hitching a ride with someone. But everyone I asked somehow couldn’t give me a lift home.

Aikks couldn’t cause her dad’s got guests to entertain, Nickks couldn’t since his dad’s got stuff to do, Josh just wouldn’t because he thinks my house is too far (seriously), Des couldn’t cause he thinks his grandfather’s too embarrassing or something (he sounds cool, from what I’ve heard), Liz couldn’t cause her parents were in a rush, and Hanee couldn’t, she lives nowhere near me.

Wow. It’s like; none of them even wanted me in their car. What the hell? Do I have a sign on me that says Will Bite You, Stay Away? I thought so. A couple of these girls in my class are freaking scared of me (they ask permission even to sit/be anywhere near Aikks and I hang out) Seriously. What is up with that?

So anyway, I ended up hitching a ride with Winnie, who I am not even remotely close too, I just happened to know her and she just happened to live somewhere near me. Before I asked her, I asked Nickks and so we waited by the hill thing with Josh and Des and Des had his paintings with him (he’s in Art) and we talked about art and stuff and there was this part where we accused him of being color blind (I think he is):


Des: (to Josh) Have you seen your brother paint? He’s color blind.

Me: Haha, no really?
Des: Nahh.
Me: You know, I think you’re color blind.

*points to this violet colored circle on Des’ drawing block*

Me: Okay, what color is that?
Des: Uh, blue-y purple?
Me: What? No, it’s white man. See, you’re color blind. It’s white right?
Nickks: Yeah, it is.
Josh: Yeah.
Me: See? It’s white.
Some random guy next to Des: It’s white.
Des (looking all confused): What????

*looks at the drawing block again*

Des: OH YEAH. It is white. I thought you were pointing at that thing.
We all laugh like crazy.



You wanna know something? Nothing on that drawing block was white. Gosh. I really, really, really think he’s color blind. Hahaha. I don’t know if it’s still funny the way I badly wrote it, but it was hilarious if you were there. So then we looked at all his artwork and stuff. Here’s another insane scene:


Everyone looking at Des’ drawings. We see a test paper in which all you had to do was draw one of the scenarios given.

Me: Oh, that’s cool. What’s the big deal? Art is easy.

Followed by this HUGE SILENCE and EVERYONE STARING AT ME (everyone there except Josh & Lee, actually I’m not sure if her name’s Lee—oh no wait, it’s Lim haha, I looked in the yearbook. Anyway, everyone else was in the Art stream except them, and after studying Art for almost a year, I guess they know, whether or not Art’s easy).

Me: Okay, what is up with the silence and why’s everyone looking at me weird?
Someone: Art is NOT easy.



After that scene, I guess art isn’t as easy as it looks. But hey, I was a born artist. Hahaha. No, seriously. Well, after all that, everyone went home and so did I in Winnie’s car. Which smelt like dog pee. No offence. She texted me after that:

“Pssst...Sorry bout the smell in the car. Haha. Cause last night we kept a puppy from the roadside there in my seat.”

I suppose that’s alright, it was for a good cause anyway haha. I salute you dude for taking in an abandoned little puppy, which, if you never did, would’ve probably gotten killed. Unless you took it home for animal testing or something. Hahaha, no I’m kidding. Gosh.

Well I finally got home; my dad didn’t even notice I was gone. Funny huh? Ah well, I’m exhausted now. It’s the weekend (again), in a couple of days and I am tired already.

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Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday 2:49 PM

“...Two more weeks, my foot is in the door, I can’t speak in the wake of Saturday.”
Fall Out Boy

I’ve got a job interview at Chill. Ha, now that’s what I’m talking about.


****


2:00
Class just ended at Neo and I was waiting for Rona to pick me up, and you know what time she comes and picks me up? 3. Like, one hour late. I just kept calling and calling and finally she replies and tells me she’s overslept. I know. Well, what did I tell you? Her body clock’s all mucked up right? Hahaha.


2:53
She finally arrives after an hour and like, Josh was all like, “We’re at the cinema, come!” I wonder what he and Tiong were doing while waiting an hour on us. Haha. They weren’t even close. Much less extroverted. The traffic at Gadong was massive man; it took us like what, half an hour to finally get to the mall? It was crazy.

Rona and I wanted to walk in the rain (it’s been all stormy for the past few days here) but her mom simply refused. Parents will be parents you know. Then again, maybe not. All we talked about in the car was the least expected subject that you’ll ever talk about with a parent. Her mom found out it was gonna be two guys and two girls and she thought it was a double date or something (IT WASN’T, I SWEAR, WE’RE ALL JUST BUDDIES HANGING OUT) and so we got into this awkward (for me) conversation about her past mistakes with her then boyfriend, screwing up (literally), the naiveté which ended up with the birth of Ryan, Rona’s 19 year old brother. It was weird. Honest. It went something like this:


“I’m just telling you to be careful. One drop is all it takes to get pregnant. The safest way is to use condoms.”
Me and Rona feeling all weird. And then I say,
“Uh, it still isn’t safe condoms; you know they have holes in them?”
And then Rona’s mom just laughs.


I know right? Man. Can you imagine talking about screwing up, using condoms and all that with your mom? I mean wow. Well, Gette is young right? And I don’t mind her past mistakes. If she never made them, then I wouldn’t have Rona right? Haha.


3:17
We finally got to the mall at about this time. Rona & I decided to spy on the guys for the first two minutes but they caught us. I mean, come on, we just wanted to know what they were up to. Who wouldn’t? I told Josh to get the tickets and the popcorn earlier so all we had to do was get our arses into the cinema.

We watched Zohan. Which was quite disappointing really. I’d give it a 5. I found it quite perverse. Zohan was like an American produced Israeli version of Austin Powers. Adam Sandler was...not so great this time. I mean, banging all those old ladies, what the hell? Did Hollywood run out of bright ideas or something? That’s really cheap. The jokes & one-liners were hilarious and their accents rocked but all the disgusting bits just wrecked the movie. But that’s just me, I don’t know bout everyone else, but I’m not some idiotic person who finds entertainment in incredibly perverse movies. Honestly.


5:30 ish
The movie finished and I was starving. Really. My last meal was like, what, at 6.30 that morning? I really needed to get food so we went down to Chill and I ordered their beef pasta and hell, it was delicious. It’s like, the best pasta I’ve ever tasted, honestly. I found myself having to start the conversations all the time. Cause like, I was pretty close with Rona (duh), Josh and Tiong but Rona isn’t that close with Josh, vice versa, and Josh isn’t that close with Tiong and the other way round too. So basically, I was the bridge. Sort of. I had to get the conversation going. And if I stop to eat, there’d be silences, broken only by alternative music blaring over the speakers.

So I finally downed the last of my pasta and I just wanted to sit around for a bit until this song came on the speakers and it reminded me so much of all the bloody mess I’m in right now (note: present tense, I AM in right now) and I was like, “Let’s get outta here.” Stupid song.

Ey, Rona, remember the Cinderella bit? Hahahaha insane. And you guys were all like he’s my ‘future husband’ or something. HOW IRONIC. Then again...it could be.


6:14

There wasn’t much to do but walk around the mall with the guys and so that’s what we did. It was raining the whole day and apparently, the mall was freezing us all to death. Well them anyway, I felt kind of warm. You shoulda seen Josh, it was like he was somewhere at the South Pole. He was shaking. Really. And so we set off for some place warmer and just kinda sat there when we found it.

Oh, and we saw Haz with his so-called crush. Or girlfriend. I’m not quite sure, but yeah, we saw them and he introduced me to her, I think her name was Peach? Cool name. At first I was like, what, Fish? Hahahaha. But she’s cool and Hazmi deserves to be happy after all the bullshit he’s been put through for the past couple of years.

After she left, Tiong, Josh & Rona said Peach looked like me. I THINK NOT.


“Dude, she looks just like you.”
“What? Haha, no, she does not.”
“Yeah and wasn’t it awkward when he introduced you to her?”
“What?! No, there’s nothing going on between me and Haz, he’s like my big bro man. Ew, you guys.”
“It’s like; he liked you but couldn’t get you so he got someone who looked like you!”
“You guys are nuts.”


And so we stalked them for about 20 minutes. Or wait, was it them who stalked us or we who stalked them? I don’t know. But there was a lot of stalking going on both sides. Cause when the four of us were walking around, we’d look back and they’d be behind us. Then again, the mall is small right? Haha. And so we in turn, stalked them back. We followed them into Rizqun and Tiong and I were like,


“Let’s follow them up the elevator.”
“NO man, you need a card for that, I learnt that the hard way. Not really, but still.”
“No you don’t, just follow me.”


So I reluctantly gave in (I have a phobia of elevators, bad experience) and we got into the elevator and guess what, you can go up without the card. Haha, I think Rona & I took the wrong elevator last time. And so we explored the fourth floor, looked like there was some highly important dinner going on at the ballroom. We wanted to hang by the pool but it was all raining and stuff so yeah.


6:30
So we went back down and saw like, other SMS and JIS people hanging out together. And I met Bob. That isn’t his real name, I think it’s Jeven or something, but he calls me Pencil for no apparent reason so there. Haha. He’s in Rona’s Science class and he’s pretty cool. Much like Arian, but cooler. Haha, no offence.

And I saw Pejman, for like, what, the first time in five years? Haha, remember Pejman you guys? We used to call him Elmo, but he’s freaking tall now, that ass. I used to be taller than him and now’s he’s probably an inch or two taller than me. Darn. I was like, DUDE, IS THAT PEJMAN, HE’S FREAKING TALL, WHAT THE HELL? Yeah, height is kind of a big deal around here. How lame is that?


6:45
And at around 7, Josh had to go. He said something about everyone having to be at the house at dinner time or something, I don’t know. But before he left, he showed us this insane video of his 13 year old sister, Shannon. It was crazy, honestly. She was like, screaming expletives or so at the next door neighbours and throwing this chair at the wall. And there was this video where she was freaking screaming her ass off at the computer till it turned on.

Insane. And only because everytime I see her at school, she looked like a teacher’s pet, or perfect & adored by all. Honestly, her uniform’s all perfect, she looks like she’s involved in all sorts of societies & I heard her ambition was to be a doctor (it was in the yearbook). Until Josh showed me the videos.

Now I know, NEVER to judge people by their entire exterior. It never really tells you anything till you’ve known the person completely. That’s the lesson I’ve learnt this year. Just don’t, don’t ever think you’ve figured out a person because what people show outside is rarely how they really are. I’m not exaggerating. I’m being honest.

By the way Josh, I still wanna meet Shannon. She rocks. I bet she’ll be laughing her ass off when she sees this post, so show her yeah? Haha.


7:40
And so Josh left, his dad was over at McDonald’s and he had to walk in the rain to get there. I wanted to video him getting all wet but the dude ran instead of walked. Pfft. How exciting. Haha. And there we were again, at Chill. We never really wanted to go again, but there wasn’t much to do and so I sat down. The waiters noticed that we weren’t gonna order and so just left us alone.

So we just sat there for about a couple of hours talking, waiting for our rides. Until my dad called and said he wasn’t picking me up until midnight cause the traffic was too much at Gadong and they were already late for something. I didn’t expect that, but it was great.

So I was like, “If we’re gonna be here till midnight, then might as well eat dinner right?” Tiong left already for Netland, so it was just me & Rona and all that pasta. Haha.

Oh, and there was this random moment where they unexpectedly played Wannabe by Spice Girls on the stereo. That was hilarious! Hahahaha, oh I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want, so tell me what you want what you really really want! Insane! And some of the waiter dudes inside where dancing, haha! Chill rocks.

So we just kinda sat there, eating and we saw Barry & Awi. They’re up for some fight with Ong, this dude who got suspended from school. Awi said something about him betraying the brotherhood (he lied to much) and all that and now they got their whole gang to go and beat up Ong & his gang. Do boys have to settle everything with violence? What is with all that huh? It’s bullshit man. Whatever.


8:30 ish
Still eating dinner, taking our time, nothing to do anyway. And we saw Giebabe, he works at Chill. Haha, he hasn’t changed one bit. Except maybe he’s a little better now than when I met him, he was in my class, 3 years ago. But he is still stick thin. It’s possible he’s thinner than I am. If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends, make it last forever, friendship never ends. That’s gotta be the cheesiest classic song ever. HAHA. Don’t call me baby, you know I don’t belong to you. Their music taste is pretty cool. They even played Hale. The last song I expected to hear there.

Barry requested for a rock song but it didn’t go on. Don’t worry Barry, when I start working there (hopefully), I’ll take requests. Haha!


9:30
We paid and went back inside the mall to just hang around. See if we could do something. But there’s wasn’t anything to do and so we just sat there on the benches somewhere on the third floor and just talked while I went online with Rona’s account. I chatted with Paths, who is doing great in Cali and we got into this really personal conversation which I don’t like to talk about. But she kept us company till we left and gave loads of advice on my case of the heart. Thanks Paths, I really appreciate it and I suppose I can always move on, and life goes on, there are others right?


10:15 ish

Most of the stores were close by then and there really wasn’t anything to do. And so we got up from our 3rd floor retreat and made our way back to, guess where? Chill. Haha. Here’s what the waiter said to us when he saw us for the third time & how I got my job interview:


“Hey, it’s you again!”
“Haha, favourite place I guess, there’s nowhere else to go.”
“Haha, I remember that orange tie. Haha, but this is good.”
“Yeah, I know right, we’re keeping your business up. Oh by the way, do you guys have job openings right now?”
“Yeah, as a part timer, we do.”
“Awesome, cause I’m looking for a job right now.”
“Yeah, if you really want a job then you can be our part time cashier. Just come here anytime after lunch so you can talk to the boss, you know like, direct interview, negotiate your salary and all that.”
“Wow, cool, thanks man.”


I know right. THANK GOD. Hahaha, guess what Natasha, I’m gonna work at Chill! Haha. I hope. I seriously pray they’ll take me. I’m halfway in already.

You know what’s so ironic? The person I DON’T EVEN KNOW tells me they have an opening when ALL THE GUYS I DO KNOW didn’t really do anything. Haha. Really.

And Nigel, Natasha’s brother, who’s been serving us the last two times, served us again. Here’s our conversation when he served us our tea (don’t ask me why, Rona wanted tea, who drinks tea at night anyway? Us, I guess).


“I bet you’re weirded out by us, coming here again.”
“Hahaha, nahh, money, money, money, money, money!”
“We’re not rich okay? There isn’t anything else to do anyway, haha.”


And he just walked away laughing, going money, money, money, money. Hilarious. So we hung out there in the dark. And you know Azim, whom we were supposed to hang out showed up at like, what 11? Haha, he’s like 10 hours late? Crazy arse. He was probably at Netland the whole time.


11:30
We got picked up just when things were getting funner. Funner. What a weird word. Josh and I constantly argue about it, he thinks its bad English. Whatever man, it could be in the dictionary one day! Haha! Gette was at a party and so Rona was at my house till about midnight, I told her to sleep over but she had nowhere to put her stupid contacts. Haha.

So we just watched Step 2 till Mike came and I went to bed at about 1 AM, but it took me hours to fall asleep. I do not know why. I probably fell asleep at about 4 or 5 AM.


So basically, yesterday was great, wish Aikks was there, it would have been more fun that it already was. I’ve got my job interview & that’s all I wanted. Life is great once again despite its shrouding misery.

Whoa, this has got to be my longest post. If you’d made it this far without falling asleep then I really appreciate it. Haha.

Oh yeah, does anyone know if we’ve got school tomorrow? Call me if you do. Have a great weekend dear readers. (:

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Friday, August 1, 2008
It's Good To Be A Pessimist 5:06 PM

Title copyright 2008 Joshua The Pessimist.

7: 32 AM

Sitting here at school waiting for my mock orals. Mock. Funny word. “I mock yeu vid my French akzent.” Eh. Can’t wait to get over mine |: I got this nice old (okay, not old) average-seeming teacher (WHOA. THAT GUY LOOKS JUST LIKE CHI. I miss the dude :( I swear that looked just like him. I must be seeing things). I’ve never really talked to her before so basically, she doesn’t know me except by name. CRAP. I LEFT MY IC AT HOME. =.=

Anyway, she doesn’t know me. That’s both good and bad x/ There are three reasons why that is a bad thing.

a.) I’d have to break the ice and all, it won’t be that easy.

b.) Well, if she doesn’t know then she hasn’t talked to me, like, ever and well, she has absolutely NO idea whatsoever about my verbal skills (I don’t mean to brag) and I suppose she’ll underrate me. Unless I make a REAL GOOD IMPRESSION on her.

c.) I remember being picked as Juliet for this Romeo & Juliet thing for a book fair or whatever a couple of years ago and I remember she was in charge and I also remember changing the script (: What? I thought ‘breast’ sounded weird so I changed it to ‘chest’. Geez. I bet she was weirded out on me doing that |:

I suppose it is a good thing because…I can make a good first impression this time. I even brought an apple. Haha. Nawh, the apple’s mine. I have this seemingly odd habit of bringing an apple to school everyday.

“Who eats apples in school?!” -Alister.

I DO. ME. There is absolutely nothing wrong with bringing an apple to school. Except when Isaac comes along, grabs it and throws it around and eventually drops it on the floor which ends up with me hitting him. My apple (:

7:47 AM

Geez. The timekeeper annoys me =.= I mean you have a bad day, do whatever the hell you want, just don’t take it out on us. “Less noise puh-lease!!”, “Turn off all cellphones or I’ll confiscate them!”, “You’d be penalized if ya’ll don’t abide by the rules!”. Penalized. Man.

Danice just found a love note. Here’s what is says:

“How long has it been since I fell in love with you?

My feelings increase, will you ever notice them…

Even though I never once put them to words

I didn’t want to know what is was like to be in love with someone.

I love you- and so I wish you to hold me tight.

How long will I be thinking of you?

I miss you every time I think of you.

If there was an eternally falling rain…

Could it hide my feelings for you?

So I again…I really…I..love you.

The feeling wells up in my brain.

I want to shout to the world…that…I really, really, really love you.

My true feelings.”

That’s sad. I mean like, wow. Good luck with the boy, whoever you are. Okay, there may be a possibility that this may be lyrics but anyway the girl must feel that much to write it all down. Really heartbreaking though, applause, applause.

Oh, I gotta go.

8:24 AM

Just finished, basically it was easy. Only I got deducted for forgetting my IC. Man. I told her it’s just a MOCK oral exam so it shouldn’t be that serious/strict. And she told me to not take things too lightly x| Boy. I think I got on quite well though, we talked about

1. Daring things I like/would like to do

2. Pampered/Spoiled brats around the school (she made me describe their attitude)

3. Student-Teacher relationships

Yep. The student teacher thing was kinda tricky and I had to be sensitive about it since I was a talking a teacher, du-uh, don’t wanna offend her or like, she’ll deduct me even more. But on the whole, it was okay I guess. I put on my charming demeanor and tried my best. Maybe not. Whatever. The stupid thing was when I was telling her about the daring things I’d wanna do, she asked what I’d do if my parents wouldn’t let me and I said I’ll persuade them because I had a “very persuasive personality”. She took that as “I get everything I want and I always have my way”. HELL NO. I should have said “I just don’t give up, it’s not me.” Geez. I’m gonna go tell her that. Man, I really wish my teacher was a former English teacher of mine or something. At least someone who knows me! At least they won’t think I’m some bratty kid x|

***

Phrase Of The Day: MAN THE GUNS!

I suppose I’d get better marks if I had a teacher I knew :| Oh well, never mind that. We went over to Netland again and had a blast (: Kevin kept persuading me to play COD4 with him but I guess gaming just isn’t my kind of thing. I suppose it must be fun and all but nah, not me. No Paths, I will not get addicted to CS even if I try it. Haha.

So we just sorta went over and just hung out. There was this one insane episode when Aikks wanted to get a Pop Mie (one of those instant noodle things) and we just kept laughing over how she wanted to “pop me”. It sounded so stupid & hilarious to me and Aikks and we just kept laughing for about 2 minutes straight (it took us about 10 minutes to actually cook the thing). But Josh was all like, that’s so stupid (I bet it sounds like that to you readers too, don’t try, you won’t get it). Hahahaha. He’s a pessimist. This is what you get when you’re friends with a pessimist :p I think he ended up laughing too. Haha. Before that he was all “Being a pessimist is good.”, hence the title of the entry.

He is the most skeptical, pessimistic, down-to-earth and factual person ever to live on this planet. Really. But it’s funny, seriously. How many people do you know always suggest going somewhere else in YOUR dream or laugh at you silly ambitions right? (: I remember telling him about my dream where Ronnie held the school hostage (yeah). So while everyone was getting shot at, I ducked, grabbed Aikks and headed for the corridors to run to the front area of the school.

And Josh was like, “And you didn’t remember me? You just left me to die there?” I didn’t see him, du-uh hahaha. So I was like, “I guess you were absent.” And then he said I should’ve ran the other way since I was moving farther from the exit if I go through the corridors. Haha. Joshua, Joshua. Tsktsk.

By the way, Josh, if you’re reading this I’m NOT in any way trying to make you sound bad (he’s fun, really). Maybe you only think that because YOU’RE A PESSIMIST. Hahahahaha, don’t get mad.

All morning I kept asking who was “manning the guns” and Aikks just kept laughing. Honestly. Haven’t you heard of pirate talk? Okay, so maybe it isn’t but still. It goes with “Brace the foreyard” or “Hard to starboard” or something. Haha. Stupid. I just kept saying that cause I wanted to know who was “manning the guns” = “Who’s using the computer?” since we just sorta kept leaving the computer to go outside and keep Josh company. And yeah. Aikks was still paying for that. Lmao. We ended up letting Isaac take over the “guns” until the time’s up. Haha. Man the guns. Hence the phrase of the day. I bet you were thinking of like, CS or COD4 or you know all those online game things people get up to. Haha, nah.

ps. Josh, thanks for the songs man. By the way, there are certain things in my pendrive; I don’t remember what I left in my pendrive, so there might be some…things in there. Hahaha.

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Thursday, July 31, 2008
In The Hands Of Songwriters 1:51 PM

Ells, your predecessor.

Put your iTunes, iPod, mp3, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY?

She Changes Your Mind by Copeland

Wow, opinions that strong huh?
We Are Broken by Paramore

Not if it’s broken |:


HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns ‘N’ Roses

Aw (: Is that it?

Sleep by Kimya Dawson

Wow. I do sleep too much.


WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
The Music Or The Misery by Fall Out Boy

Music, please.
Cubicles by My Chemical Romance

“...all the things that we could be, if you took the time to notice me.”


HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
You Were Meant For Me by Jewel

I think Windows Media Player is psychic.

Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows

It is psychic.


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Cry Baby Cry by Santana

Gosh, no.

Over My Head by The Fray

“I never knew, I never knew that everything was falling through.”


WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Sway by Bic Runga
Just…sway (:

All You Wanted by Michelle Branch

All I wanted.


WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Crawling In The Dark by Hoobastank

I never really got around to deleting this song.
Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional

Yep, hands down, I’m the best (:


WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Five Becomes Four by Yellowcard

How eerie, there are five of us in the family |:

Holiday by Boys Like Girls

They want me to take a holiday?


WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?
Top Of The World by The All American Rejects

I do think about being there a lot.
Only One by Yellowcard

Yes. YES. My one and lonely.


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Maybe Misery by Quietdrive

She ain’t misery.

Your Call by Secondhand Serenade

Haha, she does call.


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Fences by Paramore
“Don’t look; just let them think there’s no place else you’d rather be.”

Of All The Gin Joints In The World by Fall Out Boy

“I used to waste my time dreaming of being the light, now I waste my time dreaming of you.”


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
In Our Defense by The Academy Is…

Yep. I fight for my rights, defenses & live by defiance and vindication.

Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day

A more melancholy touch.


WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
You Might’ve Noticed by The Academy Is…

Huh?

They Don’t Care About Us by Michael Jackson

I suppose I’m expected to fight for equal rights?


WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
It’s Not Over by Secondhand Serenade

It hasn’t begun either.

Cinderella Story by Plain White T’s

Well that figures.


WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Anyone Else But You by Ellen Page & Michael Cera

“I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.”

I’ll Wait For You by Sherwood

That’s beautiful, maybe I will dance to this song on said day. “I’ll never say I don’t have time.”


WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
In The Closet by Michael Jackson

Haha, I like Michael Jackson.

LDN by Lily Allen

Haha, how sad. (I tried it again for fun and I got Relax, Take It Easy by Mika. How ironic, don’t you think?)


WHERE DO YOU LIKE TO BE?

Mr. Brightside by The Killers

“It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?”

So Nice, So Smart by Kimya Dawson

No sense.


WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?

Naked by Avril Lavigne

Okay? That’s seems a little weird.

Spider Pig by Homer

It means I goof off too much.


WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Thriller by Fall Out Boy

“Only thing I haven’t done yet is die.”

Who Knew by Pink

Yeah, who knew?


WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
All Good Things Come To An End by Nelly Furtado

Wow. Exactly.

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living by My Chemical Romance

I think that should go with “WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?” question better.


WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?

Lose It by Cartel

“When she sees me, oh my God, go on and lose it.”

A Decade Under The Influence by Taking Back Sunday

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Rum Is For Drinking Not Burning by Senses Fail

Haha, knock yourself out. They don’t get drunk much, just some. Certain some. Good description though.

Whoa by Paramore.

Exactly. Whoa.


WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT SCHOOL?

Trapped In The Drive Thru by Weird Al Yankovic

Really?

We Say Summer by All Time Low

We love the sun, we do.


WHAT DO YOU NORMALLY DO ON WEEKENDS?

Stuck by Stacie Orrico

Not really.

You’re My Angel by Unwritten Law

Nawh, no sense.


WHAT DOES THE PERSON YOU LIKE THINK OF YOU?

I Can Wait Forever by Simple Plan

That’s great (:

Thunder by Boys Like Girls

That’s your best answer so far.


“Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer

Do you know you’re unlike any other?

You’ll always be my thunder and I said

Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors

I don’t wanna ever love another.”

Those 5 lines you just read, they say everything I ever wanted to say to you, no less.

Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors.

I did it twice just like Ells since it’s fun. And uh, it might make sense more the second round. You’ll find, apparently, the first go went better. I underlined the song that better fits the question, at least some made sense. The others were just…silly. Yet, fun.

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