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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, May 2, 2009
What It Feels Like To Be A 2nd Degree Piece of Muck 9:02 PM

I feel so low at the bottom of the food chain right now. It’s a Saturday night and I’m sitting at home online, watching a TV series on YouTube which follows the endeavors of several women quite unhappy with their present weight, attempting to lose weight in a span of 3 weeks or so while constantly getting nagged at by my dear brother to get off the computer.

Well if my laptop was with me right now, I wouldn’t be hogging the bloody desktop now would I? Actually, this is just one of my state-of-the-art, recently devised schemes at getting my laptop back. I’d use up the computer too much that will incessantly reduce my brother to begging on his hands and knees for my parents to give me my dear laptop back. That and constantly blasting loud music (I’ve actually moved my speakers and woofer into the room since I can’t hear a thing with the old speakers – honestly, they’d feel right at home in some museum dedicated to the collection of ancient and particularly astute technology) in their room that would tick them so much that they would actually want to return Joe. Honestly. I’ve just about rebuilt my playlist on this computer and I am, without a doubt, killing the memory space. I just want my laptop back okay, geez.

Anyway, back to my feeling like a 3rd degree piece of turd. At this hour, any regular Saturday, my mates and I would most probably be chilling at some discreet area outside the mall just having a good time without ever needing cash. Around the bridges, swimming pool spots, fountains. I was actually supposed to go out and watch Wolverine with Qawi and the guys today (it was his birthday yesterday, happy birthday again love) but most unfortunately, I am still under house-arrest. Oh, joy.

Things cannot possibly get any worse, and no, I’m not asking for it to get worse. School’s been pretty mediocre, homework, tests, the regular As and Bs showing up somehow on my papers in bright red ink with several other things in between. As for me, if you were to ask me how I’m doing I would say… I’m hovering between the lines of utterly-desolate-sometimes-feeling-the-need-to-get-shot-I-will-not-be-missed-anyway and the lines of I-guess-I’m-fine-except-for-these-little-chest-pains-and-being-grounded-business. Gee.

I’d best be off, still can’t shake the feeling of being lifeless out here, slowly rotting my insides on this wooden chair. But at least I have Mayday Parade and Fall Out Boy accompanying me through these sick and lowly times. Goodnight, all. 

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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Sweat No More: The Long Awaited, Much Deserved Liberation from Dirty Dishes, Dirty Socks, Dirty Underwear (I’m Gonna Miss Our Afternoons) 9:36 PM

Current listen: Broken Door by Bedlight for Blue Eyes

“..it was simple back then, looking out the same old window... the world seemed smaller bigger then.”

 

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At long, long last the maid’s back from her holiday. No more housework for this kid! No more washing up after every meal, no more hanging up the laundry, no more getting told off for leaving my room in a state of devastation, no more hour-long lectures about how I don’t know how to keep the house decent, no more having to sleep in my own dirt, no more dust dunes accumulating on my stuff, so much dust that you can practically make dust angels if you wanted to. No more housework! Oh, hell yeah.

 

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I’m Queen of All Procrastination. Someone overthrow me.  

 

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Where’s my iPod?

 

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Mothertrucker. I’ve turned this thing into a Twitter! Which reminds me... I’ve made a Twitter!

 

STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME.

 

Well, I’m in no state to write about much right now, maybe later. I’m gonna go watch Definitely, Maybe now (yes, I finally got the DVD last weekend after waiting ever so impatiently for it). I find that I can possibly learn something decent from it and apply it to real life and get myself out of the hellhole I’m in right now.  

 

 

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