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2006-02-21T21:05:00.000+08:00

HELLO BLOGGER.

We meet again.

Anyway I'm now relocated at http://victoria11.livejournal.com

COMMENT THERE. 'cos now it just looks very deserted and makes me look like a loser.

So, farewell again.

toodles!

2006-02-20T21:47:00.000+08:00

Greetings, blog-o-sphere.

I am now leaving blog-giness. Or for that matter, blogger.

YAY!! I know you are secretly rejoicing.

No longer shall your minds be fed with nonsensical fluff.

Oh I shall post my new URL when I deem fit.

This is not a hiatus. I never liked the word 'hiatus'. It just seems so weirdly overused by the majority of bloggers and such.

Farewell.

toodles!

2006-02-20T18:38:00.000+08:00

I will remain single for my entire life.

I spent the whole of lunch convincing Wei Xian, Nora and Anna that my sinking feelings of eternal singlehood are premonitions and not exaggerations.

Thus I am never going to get all blush-y when a hot guy walks past (once I get past my current crush). Just-Friends will be a very important phrase in my life.

I watched yet another high-school flick and saw the most cliched scene evA. Cheerleader shivers in her little pink tube top, and says "I'm cold." Jock takes off big-boy jacket and wraps it around her. Pshh. Like such a thing will EVER happen in Singapore.

If you told a guy in Singapore "I'm cold", the most likely answer you'll get is "Next time bring jacket lorh." Gentlemen are a rare breed.

Oh well. Life kinda sucks that way.

Anyway, I HAVE STALKER-LIKE TENDENCIES. Damnit. I thought Atiqa was the only one. I REALLY hope I get over this one FAST. I feel so despo.

And by the way, ELDS pwnz j00r Ass 4eva.

toodles!

2006-02-19T16:49:00.000+08:00

"Victoria has many disorders."

In my absoulte sloth-like state now, I shall feed into innocent minds the disorders that I have.

Case Study #1
I am inefficiency PERSONIFIED. I look upon people like Louise and think Singapore should erect a statue of her and her efficiency. Not to mention she does other productive things such as gym and ballet, and nonsensical things like writing letters to juniors. I, on the other hand, spend most of my days being a narcoleptic little git who falls into deep paralysis during Math and Chinese. Then I come home and vegetate on the couch in my blue potato sack with FRIENDS playing on rerun and the remote next to me. Until I get chased off to go take a bath by dadzilla. And then in the morning I run about borrowing and copying off worksheets to get everything done.

Case Study #2
I have a slight obsessive compulsive disorder. My room looks like something exploded inside but my section of ~~trashy~~ magazines are always neat. They don't even have creases. And, I can't stand dirt (Though I am the definition of disgusting. Refer to Case Study #3). Thus I have copious amount of tissues with me everywhere I go. It isn't just the sinus problem, you know.

Case Study #3
Yep. I'm disgusting. Just yesterday I was moping around the house trying to act like Russell Peters and doing the "Be a man do the right thing" until I brushed my hand past my nose and pulled out a long string of mucus. Yah I'm gross. And I just wanted to talk about the mucus thing cos I hate you and want you to read about the human fountain Victoria Loke.

Ok now I'm just bored so I'll probably continue with this another time. I desperately need a bath.

Bye blog-o-sphere!

toodles!

2006-02-18T16:51:00.000+08:00

I'm always so oddly fangirl-ish after a play. I suppose it'll last longer this time if I actually blog about it.

I lost weight. And I realise I'm not funny anymore. Oh no. My fats. The source of all my powers. EAT, VICTORIA, EAT!!!!!!!!!!

Ok while I'm chewing on a steady influx of air, for the record, my dad owes me a million kagillion dollars (which is a lot). He was holding the umbrella so I told him that every drop that gets onto me will cost him a dollar. My stockings are now SOAKED THROUGH, so do the math.

Wow. I'm still fangirl-ing. This is very bad. Oh well. I experienced ULTIMATE HUMILIATION today. Remember that time you were hanging with the cool people and your mum comes running along with your lunch of a PB&J sandwich? Yeah try multiplying that a kagillion times (for the slow ones who haven't caught up yet, kagillion is the largest amount EVER. cos I say so.).

BALLET. The spawn of evil. I was sweating a lot like always and my ballet teacher was like "WOW. Nicole has been making her student work a lot. Look at how much Victoria is sweating!" OMG WTH. As if me sweating like a pig wasn't enough, she had to point it out to an ENTIRE CLASS of dangerously skinny dancers. And to add on to my misery, my so-called "teacher" is a year younger than me and didn't talk to me throughout the whole lesson. Hey, if you want to point out that I'm like the Phillippines during the monsoon season, at least give me credit for it. Or maybe not.

OK swooning and gushing again. Stop, Victoria. But before all of that,

WORLD. I AM ALIVE AND NOT INVISIBLE.

Good to get that off my chest.

GAH. I'm a repulsive little loser. Heeheehee. Anyway, I'm not going to blog for the next 24 hours cos I don't wanna. And EVERYONE, my birthday is coming up REALLY SOON. Like in 11 more months.

So

toodles!

2006-02-17T23:26:00.000+08:00

AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

-swoons-

Just came back from Hwa Chong Dramafeste. OMG that gay stripper Tom in the last play was so cute and gay and everything -gushes-. He got Best Actor. -hyperventilates- That purple glitter in his hair. That black nail polish. That purple feather boa. That black button-down shirt tied at the ends. I am VERY incoherent and fangirl-y now so I won't be making too many sensible statements. I LOVE YOU, NAMELESS HOTTIE.

Ok I've honestly never swooned so much over a Singaporean guy, but whatever. He's HOT. If I was in sec 4 this year, I'd SO go Hwach instead. GAH. Once again, I begin the squeal marathon. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO CUTE. Yeah and he smells really good (he sat on the steps next to my seat :O). Alright now I'm just creepy.

I'm feeling rather useless and nonsensically whimsical right now 'cos that's kinda what happens when I have a MAJOR CRUSH.

Now I shall just suffocate you with his quotes.

"Everything's ALWAYS about Dick."

"I'm a woman on the inside too. You just have to look deeper. How deep can YOU go, Dick?"

"My hair's losing its sparkle, I'm losing feathers, and... I've got a PIMPLE."

"You're not a butch, you're a BITCH."

SWOON.

I HATE MY BROTHER.

2006-02-17T15:06:00.000+08:00

Yeah I pretty much HATE MY BROTHER.

GO BURN IN HELL, YOU GREEDY, SUCK-UP, MORONIC, EGOTISTIC, UGLY, FAT-ASS TWIT.

He's the definition of butthead.

HEARD THAT, ASSWIPE?

GO FALL OVER YOUR STUPID BALCONY IN YOUR STUPID ROOM AND DIE.

Yes I think we've established the fact that I hate my brother and would rather be an only child.

YOU HATE ME, YOU REALLY HATE ME!

2006-02-15T18:30:00.000+08:00

I have never felt so insignificant and redundant in the majority of my life. Am I like socially retarded? Ok don't answer that.

The WORLD hates Victoria Loke. My cousins hate me, my grandma hates me, EVERYONE hates me. Even the bloody Blogger hates me. Oh and coins hate me too.

My grandma thinks I'm weird. When she came to our house last time she saw me standing next to the window shouting "Rain, dammit. RAIN!". Today, she looked at me and I was blowing saliva bubbles.

Now I've got the ACP script to write. The Comp. Studies script to write. The bloody Science Proposal. DAMMIT.

I feel used. And have I mentioned redundant? Yeah I think I did.

Anyway, Josh Duhamel has a little thing he wants to say to everyone:

Why Josh, I love you too.

toodles!

complaints.

2006-02-13T18:27:00.000+08:00

GAH. I've got a shitload of complaints. Oh and before I start, Happy Birthday Ilisa and Timothy.

Ok. My right arm feels like a tiger ripped ot my ~~non-existant~~ VERY-THERE muscle, dropped it in front of a speeding truck and then surgically re-attaching my muscle to my arm (a doctor, not the damn tiger). Geography was the first time holding a pen after the violent air hockey matches (which resulted in the horribly intolerable arm). Apparently, a steady sutra of "Write, damn it, write" doesn't help ease the pain. As if karma hadn't already bitten me in the butt by practically immobilising my right arm, it had to make me do ROCK-CLIMBING for PE.

Anyway the bloody flu came back so I'm sneezing all over the place and mucus is dripping out of my nose which is REALLY gross. And I ran out of tissue so I took some from my brother's room. The tissue is actually toilet roll. Whatever. It's more economically something. FINE my mum buys it so I use it.

Bryan (whatever lah I don't know how to spell 'gor' or 'kor'. meh.): Eh! Take my tissue for what?

Victoria: I've got a BLOODY COLD LAH! -storms out-

Bryan: o.O

Ten Minutes Later...

Bryan: -walks into room-

Victoria: What lah!

Bryan: I use that toilet roll when i poo.

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WHAT KIND OF CRAP IS THAT?

Anyway, I haven't annotated Part 2 of TKMB at all. You heard that, ANONYMOUS LITERATURE TEACHER? IN. YOUR. FACE. (I didn't use her real name cos teachers google their names. it's kinda freaky.)

Are people scared of me? Then why don't the people who come here TAG? TAG, damnit, TAG. I'm a very nice person, ok. OK?!

Oh no. One side of my nose is clogged up. Ok so now it's both sides. This sucks. I've ran out of cold medicine.

Mmpfh. Since I didn't have the numbers of any Welfare Comm. people apart from Claudia, I decided that my Valentine's Day gift would be a Victoria thing rather than a Welfare Comm. thing. So I'm going to leave a basket of candy on the teacher's desk for anyone to take. Just to let those of the blogging circle know.

I'm tired and seriously pooped. I don't feel like going to school tomorrow.

There was supposed to be a poem about the trials in life and what not but you can't always get what you want.

toodles!

mandatory birthday post.

2006-02-12T17:05:00.000+08:00

I suppose it IS compulsory to have a birthday post. Though technically it's over. But whatever.

Oh and my phone bills weren't paid (cough) so my phone had been cut off for the past 3 days. Yeah. Sorry for not replying all your lovely birthday messages. Sappy sappy sappy. Heeheehee. Anyway I'll just thank you all in this post. Thanks to Jodee, Anna, Claudia, Nicole and Anonymous. Ok I'm SO sorry but I don't know who you are. Anyway you're still really nice for wishing me a Happy Birthday.

GAH. My birthday had a stupid start. I can only think of the word stupid so shut up. Stupid. Ah well. It started off with that stupid math tuition. Die, you stupid thing. Then I had a haircut. And we went to dinner.

I tried 40% liquor. I don't know why but I think it's a very nice conversation topic. The silly waiter told me that the Margarita was the Virgin Margarita I ordered so I had a margarita instead. Until my dad tasted his supposed Margarita and said it was definitely the mocktail. GARGH I then began a long rant about it having my dad's saliva in it. But it's not like I get to drink mocktails EVERY DAY so I stil drank it. And the Tequila Sunrise was REALLY pungent. Bleagh.

I think I read too much of The Superficial or basically just celeb goss. Meh.

I have yet to get my Bimbottle. Shall ~~whine a lot~~ persevere.

Oh dear. I'm broke. Mum owes me a hundred bucks. I should also get rid of all the foreign currency I have in my wallet. It's of no use anyway. Apparently vending machines are not as stupid as they look.

I'm in a very whatever-is-the-opposite-of-creative mood. So

toodles!

my nose hurts.

2006-02-10T17:23:00.000+08:00

GAH. Stupid ~~imitation~~ VERY REAL mogu toy. Stupid platypus. Spilled bloody beads all over my bed. I thought it was insect poop but of course now i don't. crap I think I just breathed in some. I bet that's why my nose hurts.

OOH thanks for everyone who tagged after I emo-ed. These are the nice people in the world who I will keep alive when I take over. Namely Elaine, Nicole, Fiona, Livia (maybe lah whatever.), Jing Yi and Hannah Hannah. I seriously don't know which Hannah. I <3 the people who hugged me. Heeheehee.

Heeheehee. Michelle Ng thought I did my homework. Heeheehee. I spent my night watching The Sound Of Music. Which seriously pWns j00. I wanted to yodel in class today but I got a sore throat in the morning. DAMN those cookies. Now I guess I'll have to wait till Monday.

GOSH I HATE school. It just makes my day sick sick sick. I just wanna go for LD. Though it might suck. And HA! The juniors know my name. And I am FREAKIN' guilty for not bringing Emily's present to school. She's the SWEETEST LITTLE GIRL EVER.

Ok I thank Violet, Emily, Fiona and Eliza for their presents. These are also the people I will keep alive. I think I'm getting lenient but whatever. I'm in a very happy mood. TGIF, I say, TGIF.

I LOVE NARCOTICGLITTER'S WORK. I'm going to read it over and over and over and over
and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over... you get the point.

SQUEE Josh Duhamel is HOT. I googled him and like this ugly guy popped out of nowhere amongst the hot pictures of Josh. Like, GO AWAY, ugly dude. And I can't believe he's like romantically linked to Stacy Ferguson. Quick, Josh, break up with the she-man while you can. QUICK.

World, let me introduce to you the wonder that is Josh Duhamel.

HYPERVENTILATING. Or in the other extreme, NOT BREATHING.

I'll make a Josh Duhamel picture post thinger soon. Just not now. I'm busy ogling at his pictures on google.

Now my stomach feels like crap so

toodles!

SO not happy.

2006-02-08T17:28:00.000+08:00

This is me. You know you want me.

I begin to feel that I have to compete with a handphone just to talk to my mum. In a lack of better words, it is very sad. You know, I'd rather have a mother who spends time around the house and takes care of me, although she nags everyday, than a mother who buys me everything I want, but spends most of her day in the office running companies and is almost never around. I don't need anymore clothes or stuff toys. I feel really bad about this post, but it kinda gets at me that sooner or later, I'll see my mum in magazines and newspapers more than in real life, and that when people ask me about my mum, an image of a phone would pop into my head. It sounds rather illogical but it might happen.

I don't feel like going to the Franz Ferdinand concert anymore. My mum blew me off for some meeting. She forgot about me today too. I called her and she told me that she forgot and that she had to clear some stuff. I took a taxi home. Had some McDonald's takeaway which was soggy. Mum's going off to Bahrain on the night of the FF concert. From there to Dubai and then to Ho Chih Min City. I don't know when she'll come home.

Meh. I'm not going to pull some kind of stunt like that little kid in I Not Stupid Too. Cute, yeah, but logical? Hell no. It's weird that when a child says that, it's all tear-jerking and stuff but when a teenager says it, That's just your hormones, dear. That's the biggest moopoint(FRIENDS joke) I've ever heard. HORMONES AREN'T HANDCUFFS.

Nowhere Kids

Behind the fake family image
Behind the smiles of a thousand moms and dads
Inside the cage that we've been given
I see an image of the future that we don't have

And what did you expect
A perfect child?
Raised by tv sets
Abandoned every mile
We never get respect
Never a fair trial
No one gives a shit
As long as we smile

victoria schimictoria.

2006-02-07T21:44:00.000+08:00

I can't believe I'm lactose intolerant. It is SO irritating. I have to check the nutritional facts of EVERY darn dairy product. And that is why I like soy milk. It's just so much easier.

I tend to blog about the most trivial of things. Never have I ever blogged about serious stuff. ~~I'm not an escapist.~~ Anyway, MY WRITING STYLE IS NOT LIKE XIAXUE. I don't blog about guys' dicks. Say that again and I wish your doctor all the best when he tries to remove your computer from your colon.

It's unlike me to flare up on my blog cough.

Oh whatever. I spilled that stupid egg gravy thinger they sell at Stall 2 all over my legs. Gross. I reeked of the eggy sauce and cheap perfume from the wet tissues I bought at the bookshop. My socks were drenched in gravy. I think I'm going to hurl.

I wanna shave my head. I think it's much less troublesome AND it's very breezy. It'll be cool. Literally. But I'm a girl so I can't. GROAR I'd much rather be a guy. I've always wanted to be a guy. I can sit with my legs apart, I can pull on any shirt and be good to go, I can cuss and swear, I can do stupid things and I can walk around with dirt on my face. GAH. Plus, why can't the bloody gestation period of a baby be like 2 days? I'll be like a walking lump of lard for 9 months.

Ah well. As always, life bites. And I'm not at all 'rememberable' (yet another inside joke). People take the crap that I write too seriously.

toodles!

2006-02-06T19:31:00.000+08:00

I was about to blog long and hard but while waiting for the page to load, I had this insane urge to poop. So now I'm back. And I had diarrhoea (whatever I can't be bothered to confirm the spelling). I ate something that I shouldn't have. Well it is pretty much a useless statement since I eat everything and anything. I feel that I am like a goat in a way.

For some strange reason, whenever I see bulging upper arm muscles, I feel like biting them. Especially the muscle nearest to the shoulder. I think I like to bite people. One time in my life I started biting my own arm. I have since stopped, of course. Another Hannibal Lector in the making.

Which reminds me of something incredibly silly that Valerie said today. She always thought that Antony Costa of the now defunct boyband Blue was Anthony Hopkins. I laughed.

I smell disgusting. I want to bathe. But whatever. Anyway, I keep receiving wrong information. That is very bad. Now I want to talk about something funny I read on the class board today. "Part II of TKMB is due on the 3th of this month". Today is the 6th. And honestly, I have never heard of the thirteth. I really don't know how to put it.

I really want to rant about a very annoying loser but I'd prefer not to. It is very mean. Plus, I just went to church yesterday.

OOH OOH I took the bus today. To Livia, Atiqa, Valerie and Jodee: HA! I had this feeling that taking the bus today would be rather therapeutic. It was. Mainly because I didn't see any ugly or disgusting people. Apart from the fact that I had to run to catch the bus, it was pretty enjoyable.

I had another embarrassing moment. What's new? I was walking down the lonely lonely lane to my house when I heard the drain cover from a certain distance away clank. I looked around and saw this JC guy. After feeling very happy about humming in tune to the Youth Sunday song, I heard another clank of a drain cover but much nearer. I turned around and the guy was like 1 metre away from me. I almost walked into him. He walks SO FAST. I was freaked out cos I thought he was one of those creepy people like Atiqa's "boyfriend" at the Far East Long John Silver's outlet. So I walked to the middle of the road (cars were parked along the driveway). I got splashed by a stupid car. I think I am nature's phenomenon. I couldn't see that bugger's face but I just KNOW he was sniggering.

GAH. I can't stand it when the fans are on and windows open in class. It makes me shrivel up like a prune since I sit next to the darn window. Victoria + Sunshine + Heat do NOT mix. I hate the sun. The sun is an EVIL EVIL thing. For one thing, it causes cataracts.

This bites.

hmpfh.

toodles!

feefiefofum. i smell... marmalade.

2006-02-05T17:19:00.000+08:00

GROAR. That blasted closet is going to make that big vein in my head pop. Alright jugular. Whatever. Have you ever heard of droopy closet doors? Ridiculous, isn't it? It takes me approximately one minute to shut the bloody closet. It makes me want to "shove my fingers in my eyes", quoting Slipknot (a band of which I hate). The process is too damn tedious to blog about and time is money so I'm not going to waste it.

Anyway because Fiona is such a dear to remember my birthday, I will put her in this blog post. Fiona is a very nice person and when I finally take over the world, I am going to slash (not in a way that turns everyone gay) everyone who does not obey my orders and rule the world with Fiona. I will spare the hot guys though. We need more of them.

However I have a theory that all hot guys are jerks, all nice guys are ugly and all hot and nice guys are gay. Well. My plan wouldn't work too well then. Anyway it's better than having a lifeplan consisting of marrying a clarinet player. cough.

Oh well. I think Adam Brody and Rachel Bilson are the cutest celeb couple. OOH Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams too. I think they look so adorable together.

I finally watched the overly hyped up show I Not Stupid Too. It's rather nice. Except that the last part was kind of propaganda-ish with that Singapore flag flying in the background. That was sorta weird. And I highly doubt a 15-year-old Singaporean boy can defeat this mighty middle-aged (hee I alliterated.) 'ang-moh' in a fighting match. The rotten apple thingum made me snort into my popcorn. Oh wait I wasn't eating popcorn. Meh. Whatever.

Everyone is scolding me for not going to the Rock For Good concert. Well not EXACTLY scolding but bleargh. I think I am a very obnoxious person. But that is irrelevant. You know, I think one of the main reasons the girls went to the concert was to watch Shawn Lee ~~look pretty~~ play the drums on stage. Personally, I feel that that is a very silly reason. Nothing against that actor (he's good) but I wouldn't waste, what, $10 to ogle at guys. Well maybe I would. GARGH. If it was Johnny Depp. Or Chris Evans. Just to let you all know, I am wearing protective armour so if you are thinking of pelting me with cooking knives, ~~you're on~~ forget it.

Wow. I AM obnoxious.

Meh. Bite me.

toodles!

i want fishnet-stockings.

2006-02-04T18:07:00.000+08:00

Yes I do.

Shi Min is so quotable. I shall quote her:

"The woman's eel enters the man's cave."

HAHAHA. I dare you to tell me that that isn't funny.

Listening to Lady Marmalade again. And that reminds me. I need to watch Moulin Rouge. To hell with To Kill A Mockingbird. The stupid mockingbird can go kill itself.

I'm so happy. I missed almost a week of school. But that is not the point. The point is I SAW A MOTORCYCLE TIRE EXPLODE! Whee (: There was smoke and all those things that come with explosions. I like explosions. KABOOM! Oh but I hate those testosterone-y action movies. Those Kabooms! are just not good.

Heeheehee. My links are all messed up. Heeheehee. Atiqa got the wrong link off me. Heeheehee.

Have I told you that I hate little kids? I hate little kids. One day I am going to feed them sand. Especially little cousins. You don't rip off the new year decoration I so painstakingly put up and put it in your mouth, then smile at me. I will feed you sand. You also don't run into my room, run out when you see me walking to the door and slam the door in my face on your way out. I will feed you sand too. Beware. GAH I will never have kids. NEVER.

Also, I will never understand the craze over those 2 buggers in 'I Not Stupid Too'. I think they are very silly. Nobody famous and in the right mind would endorse Hang Ten. Gross. My blood is flowing very weirdly. I am throbbing all over. Curse that ballet.

Moving on to Season 4 of FRIENDS. ~~Need to annotate chapters 7-11 of To Kill A Mockingbird.~~ Need to look for To Kill A Mockingbird.

...

Life sucks.

toodles!

I LOVE YOU VENUS.

2006-02-02T20:49:00.002+08:00

I am fine now.

YAY!

Anyway I suddenly remember Anna saying that I look possessed when I space out. I SO do not. Well maybe a little. But whatever.

I want a Bimbottle(insert trademark sign here. 'cos i don't know how to.). It looks so purrddy.

Oh well. I burped very loudly in class today. I think I sounded like I was about to vomit. And that is very bad.

You know something? I am ANGRY. GROAR. My guts were churning-swooshing-exploding during Science today. Three words: "Coffee Cart Doug". Who the heck pronounces it as D-oo-g? Or D-oh-g? D-u-g, for goodness sake. D-U-G. GOSH. I think my other invisible head just exploded.

I am going to make everybody Valentine's Day hearts because I am a very nice person and more people should know that. I will bring a basket of presents. YAY ME!

I think we should do something as the welfare comm.. I feel very redundant. Like a pin in a handphone. Yes, very redundant.

My life is horrible. I feel like killing it and buying another one. But it will be very painful and expensive. So I won't.

I am going to find some popcorn. If there isn't any butter on the popcorn, the popcorn can just go and die.

toodles!

I LOVE YOU VENUS.

2006-02-02T20:49:00.001+08:00

I LOVE YOU VENUS.

2006-02-02T20:49:00.000+08:00

2006-02-01T17:21:00.000+08:00

I have returned from Ipoh.

I got into the CAP Cluster (Pssh. Everyone who signed up got in.).

Venus died.

I don't even know when.

To think I was happily watching The Gods Must Be Crazy in the car a right hour ago.

I am very sad.

Which makes me think about death. And a lot of things that I have no mood to blog about right now.

The last thing I ever said to her was that she was a silly dog 'cos she kept squirming while I tried to clean her eyes. Maybe if I had kissed her goodbye I'd feel better.

It's strange that people say they want to cry but tears won't come out. I don't want to cry but tears still come out.

I have lost my sense of humour so everyone in search of some funny material, go to my links and visit the Dilbert website ASAP.

I wasn't the last one to see Venus. That probably is the cherry on top of my cake.

I had never appreciated that little butthead who couldn't tell the difference between carpets and newspapers. I took her for granted. "Venus would always be there."

The reason I'm scared is most likely that if I stop crying fast, it would mean that everything I felt for Venus was superficial -- "She's my dog, so it is necessary for me to love her.". The guilt will haunt me forever.

I shall now leave to go watch another FRIENDS DVD.

"Death is a whisper, a reminder to hold on to what we have."

a very long blog post.

2006-01-27T12:28:00.000+08:00

I'm blogging on the floor. YAY. A group of bandit clothes from my closet took over my bed in their rampant pursuit towards that blasted suitcase (which of course, hasn't been taken out from the storage room yet). Considering that we should have left at 12 and it's already 12.30, I don't think we are very up to schedule. We are going to be caught in that bloody Causeway jam and reach KL on my birthday. From there I shall take on a very vicious task of running through the streets of KL and buying everything in sight, claiming that they are my birthday presents.

Napoleon Dynamite is cute. I shall learn his dance moves and dance in class. Then I shall draw ligers all over the chalkboard and piss people off again. WHEE.

Oh shit. I just slammed my laptop on the floor. Crap crap crap. I've only had this for less than a year. Shit shit shit. Oh wait. Maybe I did have it for a year. Meh whatever.

I'm hungry. Dad went to "Penang Kitchen" (i.e. his obsession; second to Chow Yun Fatt) But it wasn't open. So I have to wait for an even longer time before he finds some other place to buy food and let me have my lunch. I wish we hadn't changed maids.

The new maid made my socks turn grey. She is quite blur actually. Never mind, I shall put up with her. After all, she IS going to Ipoh too. I'm still hungry.

There's popcorn downstairs. But I need to pop it first. And not forgetting the fact that I don't know where the microwave is and even if I did I would not know how to use it, enjoying nice buttery popcorn is pretty much a very unattainable feat in my current situation. The maid would probably spoil the microwave. I'm so mean. -gasps-

Since I didn't blog yesterday due to that phony CAP portfolio, I'm blogging long today. Anyway, a silly thing happened to me just now. I was using the toilet and after I was done naturally I put the toilet cover back down. I was about to leave the toilet when something pulled me back. Ha. My belt hook had hooked onto the toilet seat cover. Hee. Well at least it isn't as bad as when Valerie wore a chain on her jeans (i.e. today) and when she tried to get off the floor, she fell back down 'cos her foot had gotten caught in her self-proclaimed "act-cool" chain. Boy, that was hilarious.

Anyway, I need to find something to eat before my stomach bursts and all those damn stomach acids come pouring out, so

toodles!

I'm hungry.

2006-01-25T22:46:00.000+08:00

I'm hungry.

This is probably like the 46rd time I said it today. Louise, who got the double dosage of me, called me "permanently hungry". Apparently 2 hashbrowns, 1 gargantuan piece of chicken, a double cheesburger meal and a styrofoam box of Hokkien Mee can't satisfy this bottomless pit of a stomach I have.

I feel like broccoli. I am good for people, but people don't like me. Cue dramatic exit.

Cue dramatic entrance. I can't just leave like that. GAH. While everyone will be enjoying a nice CNY eve, I'll be festering in a car on the way to Ipoh.

I'm sleepy. Ok I'm just going to forget about that silly flinging flanging CAP portfolio for now and sleep. Tomorrow is another day of torment that I shall face with the dread of... a thousand men. Now I am going to be thrown into the World's Worst Analogies jail and get locked up forever.

One more thing. I hate it when Asians say 'gallows'. Heck I'm an Asian too but I just think it's very very bad when Asians say 'gallows'. Gallows gallows gallows. Yuck.

toodles!

2006-01-24T23:09:00.000+08:00

I would just like to know WHAT IN THE WORLD drove my mum to buy 'mandarin, starfruit and papaya' conditioner. I'm not in the mood to walk around smelling like a fruitcake.

Oh no. I had something very funny to say. But then, I forgot. Oh whatever.

I don't like Mischa Barton. Her head is like too small for her LONG body. It's almost as if someone put an egg on top of a bamboo pole. OH and not forgetting her role as Marissa Cooper in the O.C.. I feel like gagging whenever those over-aged actors prance around on screen.

Neither do I like Kirsten Dunst. In fact, I positively detest her. The only fitting description of her would be a "toothy goblin". I have no idea why Jake Gyllenhaal is still with her. The woman who wears a curtain to award shows. The woman who doesn't wear a bra. The woman whose boobs are constantly in a frantic search towards her knees. GAH. What is society coming to.

Oh poo. I feel bloated and disgusting. I shall go hug my mommy. I wonder what will happen to me when I go for OBS. I think I will faint and die by the end. If not, Erik and I will feign stomachaches and head off to the side of the island. We will then steal one of those blasted kayaks and kayak back to civilisation. Hopefully, just hopefully, we will not wind up heading towards Indonesia and get fired at like racoons in a hillbilly's garbage can.

I am very tired. LD auditions went overtime and I stayed till 7. I dedicated a very productive 15 minutes of time fending off my fan club. "Adopt me, Victoria!" But they're nice. Somewhat. So whatever.

Anyway,

toodles!

goo goo ga ga.

2006-01-23T20:02:00.000+08:00

Somehow, I have this maniacal tendency to crack dirty jokes about anything and everything. But I can't do that in 209 'cos everyone's gonna think I'm a freak. GROAR. I need to crack dirty jokes. It's in my system or something. I feel like Chandler with a muffin permanently stuffed in his mouth.

I keep forgetting what I want to blog about. That kinda sucks. And I need to write the script for ACP. Gah.

Oh poo. The ghastly LD auditions are drawing near. In fact, they will be held tomorrow. Another 2 happy hours taking care of dreadfully annoying sec 1s. All sec 1s are annoying. Apart from Emily and Jessica. And that has nothing to do with them being my mortal and god-mortal respectively. Alright maybe it has everything to do with it. I'm being nonsensical. Well, when faced with IMPENDING DOOM, I tend to ramble.

My arm hurts. My bed is horrendous. I vaguely remember packing my red bag and trying to run away from home. That was when I was 6. The reason I remember it so vividly was probably due to how my dad and grandma were shielding the door and trying to pry off my backpack. It was very amusing. Anyway maybe I could repeat that. Oh but my mum probably wouldn't care. My mum is heartless and will kick me out of the house once I turn 18.

I am getting very hungry and bored. I shall leave.

toodles!

My rash came back.

2006-01-22T17:41:00.000+08:00

Someone shoot me. NOW. Ok it's taking too long, so I'll do it on my own. Sadly all I have are water pistols and that gun my brother has which shoots styrofoam bits.

Anyway because I, being the lazy-ass that I am, slept for 12 hours on Friday night, and began to dream about very weird things.

I dreamt that I woke up, it was the 22nd of February, AND I DIDN'T HAVE TICKETS TO OASIS. gasp. Oh and I dreamt that I called my 2-year-old cousin a dumbass moron. The she called me a biatch and left the room. How queer.

I feel so... yuck. NEVER, I repeat, NEVER eat a whole pack of fruit gums at one go. 'Cos it's FRUIT GUMS. There should only be wine gums, and fruit pastelles. Only someone seriously screwed up will come up with fruit gums and wine pastelles. I can't believe I ate fruit gums. Gross.

Well, the life of a professional loser, i.e. me, can't be too hectic, now can it? Hell yeah, it can. I realise that i have a speech impediment, that when I say funny things, I begin to stutter. So everyone SHUT UP and let me talk. Or I'll stutter. And stuttering is a bad thing.

Stephen Pastis is a comic genius. He belongs with the elite league. With Bill Waterson and Scott Adams. Yep, ALL THE WAY up there.

You know what? People who don't like me should get shot. Because I like myself a lot, believe you me. And no one can disagree with me. No one SHALL disagree with me. Or be prepared to be pelted with insanely painful styrofoam bits.

I am glad that I have progressed from the blog-about-my-daily-life level. And now that I have said this, a lot of people will stop blogging about their daily life and start blogging like me. Stop copying my style of writing. Yes you, ******a. See? Look how ambiguous that was. I made the world nicer again by not revealing her real name. -gasps- Oops. Did I just reveal her gender? -gasps- I guess I did.

Alright my bitch-fit is over. Oh great I just got reminded of something. Okay bitch-mode turned back on. I went to a Popular bookstore one day, coughATUNITEDSQUAREcough and saw a spelling error in one of the categories. I told them about it.

1 month later, I go back to that same darn Popular bookstore AT UNITED SQUARE again and I see the same mistake. FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, IT IS NOT 'CHIC LIT.'. DO YOU SEE THOSE BOOKS SPORTING HAUTE COUTURE? THEY ARE NOT 'CHIC', YOU IDIOTS. THEY ARE UNDER 'CHICK LIT.'. Morons.

Okie I'm done. Well that was exhausting. So I shall leave.

toodles!

GAH.

2006-01-22T00:23:00.000+08:00

Because I am a lazy, mind-numbing and unoriginal loser, I shall post a meme of which I gacked from Olivia's blog.

List (in no particular order) 3 people you talk to online, 4 people you see in school, 2 teachers, 3 people you love going out with and 3 people in your sms inbox.

01. Anna.
02. Hoi Man.
03. OZY.
04. Erik.
05. Val.
06. Jodee.
07. uhh. Violet.
08. Tay York Lan.
09. Lim Er Yang. (The two form a very unnatural combination of Lim York Lan which Valerie so gracefully concocted during recess.)
10. I said OZY already, right? Khai.
11. Micho
12. Meh. Atiqa.
13. This sucks. I only have Mum and Dad in my inbox. But if I hadn't deleted everything yesterday, it would have been Jia Li.
14. And then it would be Louise, who was ~~scolding~~ nagging at me for not telling her my parents' IC numbers.
15. Actually Hoi Man is the constant flood-er of my inbox but she's already 02. So Shi Min and her false rehearsal timing messages.

QUESTIONS.

What do you think of number 4?
[Erik] ERIK! YAY! uhm. Morbid. Funny. And cute (just to piss her off).

How would you feel if number 4 slapped your face?
[Erik] It would probably have been that I insulted Legolas. Anna would come slap me too. So would Claudia.

How nice is number 6?
[Jodee] HA! Very nice. If she stops swaggering.

On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate number 5?
[Val] It depends on what criteria. But I'd rate her a 30 for being funny.

Would you ever fall for number 11?
[Micho] NEVER. She's very nice, but... NO.

Honestly, if number 8 meets with an accident, what would you do?
[Mrs. Tay] I shouldn't say anything 'cos I will end up getting sued.

What sport would you play with number 12?
[Atiqa] I'd never play a sport. With anyone. NEVER. Does talking on the phone, count?

What if number 1 got a boyfriend?
[Anna] I'd be her counsellor.

Do you hate number 9?
[Mr. Lim] cough.

How much do you like number 2?
[Hoi Man] A lot. But not in THAT way. Again, she's really nice, but never.

Will 13 and 7 make a good couple?
[Jia Li and Violet] Oh goodness, NO.

Would 14 one day kill you?
[Louise] Maybe. I should check with her. After all, she sits behind me. Who knows what she'll do when I forget something again.

Who do you like more, 3 or 10?
[OZY and Khai] GAH. Hardest question ever. Good heavens, this parachute's a knapsack! -falls off seat-

toodles!

HAPPY.

2006-01-20T21:54:00.000+08:00

Wei Xian says I'm too morbid and cynical. It's not like I was the ONLY 6-year-old who taped ants to her table lamp. Nora did that too.

So I shall try being happy for once.

Anyway, I had a very HAPPY day at a HAPPY NTU where we had a very HAPPY time. We waited in the HAPPY ambience of the HAPPY auditorium for a HAPPY 1 hour and 10 minutes, since our HAPPY teachers HAPPILY misread the HAPPY timing. The HAPPY seminar started and the HAPPY MC was so HAPPY and good. She made me feel very HAPPY about not having a HAPPY speech impediment. I HAPPILY slept through the first two HAPPY talks, and when I HAPPILY woke up, I had a HAPPY neck cramp. We HAPPILY watched some ~~retarded~~ HAPPY students HAPPILY present their HAPPY products. After more HAPPY talks, the HAPPY seminar HAPPILY ended, after which we HAPPILY waited half a HAPPY hour for the HAPPY bus to come HAPPILY pick us up.

EVERYTHING IS SO HAPPY.

Every HAPPY time I do a HAPPY Set Theory question, a HAPPY part of a HAPPY me HAPPILY dies.

I'm HAPPILY tired, so

toodles(HAPPY)!

popozao.

2006-01-19T20:36:00.001+08:00

Something about Kevin Federline just makes me keel over in fits of laughter. The conroes, perhaps?

Ok, I am going to explode. I NEED to say this. Let me do my civic duty. LET ME BURN MY GEOG. TEACHER'S OUTFIT AND CHOP OFF HER HAIR. It irks me to no end how her hair is unevenly cropped on her head and how there's a tuft of undyed black hair sticking out from underneath the brown. My bald, illiterate and non-existant monkey, Bob, could do a better job. If I got a haircut like that, I'd sue. And that outfit. OH THAT OUTFIT. What have I done to deserve front-row seats to a WALKING. FASHION. DISASTER.? To all 209ers, do the right thing and remove all matches, lighters or any other flammable substances from my table during Geography.

Speaking of haircuts, it's queer and yet amusing how Natalie Portman got mistaken for a terrorist with that buzzcut she was sporting. Perhaps I shall get myself a buzzcut one day and shake my "popozao" outside the American Embassy.

toodles!

sure.

2006-01-18T17:48:00.000+08:00

I wanted to share something of utmost importance, and then I forgot. Oh well.

And apparently, I am worth $2,000,070 on HumanForSale.com.

Well that's queer.

how apt.

2006-01-17T18:00:00.000+08:00

I.
AM.
SUCH.
A.
LOSER.

I feel like stabbing myself over and over again with a pitchfork and then carving my heart out with a spoon. Violet does not need to rub it in.

Great.

I'm turning emo. Just like my first few posts on this blog. I should delete those bloody archives.

This isn't a cheery little post. This is a long rant about how my life sucks like a vacuum cleaner on turbo.

I'm in IVP. -gags and dies-

Practically every single bloody person I know has something to their name. Damn you, Atiqa. Bloody chairperson. (You know I still love you. Violet, you too.) As for me? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I'M the one stuck with losers (no offence, but you are.). I'M the one without any authority to my name. I'M the one who needs to eat up bullshit every single bloody day. I'M the one who prances around trying to make friends but gets ignored. I'M the one who has a bloody ANGST ISSUE.

Which makes me think. If I were to walk around with 'LOSER' tattooed across my forehead, people won't go "Hey. You're not a loser lah. Take that thing off.". Instead, they'll be all "HAHA. I agree. Loser." or not say anything apart from nodding in consent.

And thus, I have come up with my life plan ~~after a very productive session of pointless chatter with Atiqa and Violet during LD~~. Firstly, I'm going to work my fat ass off in school and be a complete NERD. Then, I'll go to RJC and BECOME COOL, but still be a PRESIDENT'S SCHOLAR. I will then move to New York and start afresh in a famous drama school. After getting my degree in drama and literature, I shall move to BROADWAY, where I'll be the Broadway Queen of New York and Atiqa will be the Broadway Queen of Europe. Violet will be the geek in Singapore.

I. AM. SUCH. A. LOSER.

I am almost positive that I will land up as a stupid teacher in a stupid neighbourhood school earning a stupid pay and die as a stupid spinster.

F.Y.I., SHE IS AN OUTCAST. YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT.

I'm leaving RG.

toodles!

(FOREVER.)

Excuse me, but can I be you for a while?

cool hoodie.

2006-01-16T20:31:00.000+08:00

I have come to realise that I am blessed to have friends. No, emo Patrick, not you. You are a STARFISH.
I was in a very Don't-Give-Me-Any-Of-Your-Nonsense-Or-I'll-Throw-Things-At-You mood today. All the way through lessons. All the way through third lang.. So if I have offended anyone, today is a day that it was not intentional. But if you're a RGS sec 1 student, yeah I probably meant it.

That sickening cikgu thinks I'm a ~~retard~~ ~~dumbass~~ moron. "Satu, Dua, Tiga, Empat, Lima ... Sepuluh. Victoria, do you understand?" 3 letters can pretty much sum up my initial reaction. W.T.F.. That penknife's not working again, Patrick? Here, try this potato peeler.

Moving on.

I'M GOING TO THE OASIS CONCERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cue me to start hyperventilating. What?! The potato peeler always works. Take this axe then. Now shut up and leave me alone. Stupid starfish.

Anyway today's Lit. presentation was a flop. Understatement of the century. It was an APOCALYPSE. Apparently the words 'Freeze', 'Frame' and 'Picture' are so catastrophically bombastic and incomprehensible that people MOVE during a freeze frame. One day, I'm going to dig a hole, crawl inside of it and die. Patrick. For the 43rd time, you are a STARFISH. You CANNOT bleed. Now put down my chainsaw and get me my shovel. I MEAN IT.

Patrick is such an idiot. Now I have to get that shovel on my own AND clean up those darn Starfish shavings. My life is fine and dandy.

toodles!

tralala.

2006-01-15T15:30:00.000+08:00

You know what? Tyson Ritter is hot. He does vocals and bass. HOT. But Kurt Cobain is hotter. No thanks to Courtney Love. One day she might just reveal herself as an old bald man in drag and not many people would be surprised. I pity her daughter.

I spent half-an-hour laughing my butt off at this boy on AMFV trying to run away from the talk about "the birds and the bees". You don't usually see Asian parents sitting their children down and wanting a "talk". I think it'd be very awkward. I can vaguely remember my first pseudo sex talk. I was 6. Being the average sugar-high candy freak I was stuffing the trolley with chocolate and boxes of Clorets and Ovaltinies at the cashier until I looked up and saw rows of square boxes with a picture of a couple on the cover.

Me: What's that? -points to boxes-
Mum: -ignores-
Me: What's Durex?
Mum: -covers my mouth and drags me away-

Only 4 years later did I find out what those little square boxes were. MY PARENTS COULD HAVE AT LEAST SAID SOMETHING. But I take comfort in the knowledge that I am not the only one who has pointed to those boxes as a little kid.

I have this insane urge to tickle those guards at Buckingham Palace.

Heh. Hehe. Ha. Haha. Sorry 'bout that. Just listening to Magic Bus by The Who. It's funny. I googled The Who once and the result was like "'The' is a common word and was not included in your search." "'Who' is a common word and was not included in your search.". GARGH. Anyway I'm glad to be in LD. I've been introduced to great music. And still, no one's guessing the meme. How sad.

oh well.

toodles!

fluorescent pigs.

2006-01-14T16:16:00.000+08:00

GAH. I have a multiple-personality disorder. That kinda sucks. In a few minutes 'Overachiever Victoria' is going to kick 'Slacker Victoria' in the behind for passing on the job of a Lit. Rep.. Oh well. 'Bitch Victoria' took over during house practice today so I was rolling my eyes and teasing every sec 1 I saw.

You know, usually I'd have something interesting to blog about, but I don't. This is 'Loser Victoria' you're reading now so the content won't be too interesting. I was about to dedicate today's post to Ryan Gosling but I downloaded a picture and it contained a pseudo-virus and not knowing which one I deleted all of them. Whatever.

OH poo. The rainy season has stopped. Just in time for P.E. to start. Gross. I want my rain. Damn you rain, you'd better fall RIGHT NOW or I'm going to call your mother. Sheesh. I'm feeling guilty. Get lost, you. 'Student Victoria' is plotting an upheaval in authority. She's a mean little biatch and she knows it. I need to read To Kill A Mockingbird urgently but whatever. I need to research on the American Civil War too but whatever.

I'm going to edit my links. After I finish up this post. 'Tech Victoria' wants to. Though she isn't exactly very bright.

But me being 'Loser Victoria', I give up easily.

So...

toodles!

2006-01-13T20:37:00.000+08:00

I'm a rafflesia 'cos I'm large and smelly.

the ghastly attack of the memes.

2006-01-11T15:50:00.000+08:00

gah. fiona tagged me. now i have to do this quiz.

THAT: YOUR IDEAL PARTNER!
1. State whether your partner is male or female.
2. Write down your 8 requirements of your ideal partner.
3. Tag 8 other people and notify them that they are tagged.

1. male i suppose.

2. EIGHT SIMPLE REQUIREMENTSformypartner.

&one! Upon further consideration, it is impertinent that my partner be male.
&two! He'd have to be straight. But no offence to the gays. GAY PRIDE!
&three! He has to have teeth. I think people without their teeth, especially the two in front, look really gross. Even if they're 5. It's no way near adorable.
&four! He can't have long hair. Guys with long hair look like losers. Well Kurt Cobain is an exception. But you aren't Kurt Cobain, are you? (He's hot. I've got iconage.)
&five! Well he has to be slightly smart at least. I don't want to date a pretty rock.
&six! There is actually something else but it is too explicit for the internet. Or for a blog of a 13 year old. So that reason would take this place. [bleep]
&seven! Can I request that my partner not be blind, deaf, crippled or disable in any way? I know it's mean but my head would probably explode after 15 minutes.
&eight! He has to speak english. As simple as that.

3. EIGHT PEOPLE I SHALL CHOOSE.
&one! Uh. Nora.
&two! Uhh. Nora again. You'll just have to do it twice.
&three! Si Xuan.
&four! Livia.
&five! Victoria.
&six! Uhh. Like, who else has a blog? Oh right. There you go, ELIZA! YOU HAVE AN ELLEJAY AND I DIDN'T KNOW.
&seven! Well I can't tag Fiona again but what the heck. Fiona.
&eight! This is a free pass. Any whiner out there who didn't get their name chosen for anything can just take this. I just made the world a nicer place. WHEE!

I am a really nice person. Because if the guy I marry is going to be fat, I wouldn't mind. If he's fat AND ugly, well that would be a very different story. And I am teaching Anna how to dump a guy online. w00t! I'm on a roll today. It is rather amusing how I have dumped a gazillion guys online, but I've never been able to snag a date at all. Oh well. I'm young. I'll live.

I don't really have anything else to blog about as I am now a brainwashed zombie shackled by the traumatising effect of CAP. I had 4 hours of sleep. And there was Science today. Adding on to the torturing experience I went through the past few days, I am once again stained after watching a group of 4 guys dancing to 'My Humps'. To put it in other words, I can't be any sleepier and I have CHEERLEADING TRYOUTS. The world just hates me.

I'm not going to carry on. I'll start swearing again and swearing is bad.

toodles!

shit.

2006-01-10T00:23:00.000+08:00

GARGH. This silly mento wrapper refuses to unstick itself from my finger. Yes I know my finger is irresistably attractive but relationships usually don't work when one side gets too clingy. You heard that, mento wrapper? Or you shall perish forever in the dustbin with the other mentos wrappers.

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. I lost my voice. My original singing one. I'm now stuck with this disgusting hoarse, croaky voice. Get out of my voicebox, you son of an appendix.

Anyway I have this sinking feeling that I'm going to die a shrivelled and lonely old maid. With my 27 cats. Yes I have not forgotten about the 27 cats.

I can't believe I can churn out such crap when my CAP portfolio needs 2 more pieces. This sucks. SERIOUSLY.

HOLY ~~SHIT~~ RAVIOLI. MY MUM IS LEAVING FOR ENGLAND TOMORROW. I'm going to have to use that disgusting Pentium 2 laptop again to print out my CAP Portfolio. And it has what, 15 FONTS?! -groans in a very valerie-like manner-

LIFE SUCKS. I want to be home-schooled. I want to be in a co-ed school. I want to drop math and chinese. I want to just do english, literature and aesthetics for the rest of my learning journey.

I WANT I WANT I WANT.

And what Victoria wants, she will get.

'till then,

toodles!

P.S. That mento wrapper is such a bee-ya-tch.

another meme.

2006-01-08T00:13:00.000+08:00

Snatched this meme from suvi's blog.

Step 1: Get your music thinger ready, put it on random, and play.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play.
Step 3: Let everyone guess what song the lines come from
Step 4: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly, or let people know who got it.

1. In the land of dirt and plaster

2. Snow can't wait

3. Why should I feel mad

4. So no one told you life was gonna be this way

5. I've been watching your world from afar

6. I sold my soul for the second time

7. She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak

8. On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

9. Read me the letter, baby

10. Catch your breath, hit the wall, scream out loud, as you start to crawl

11. Every day I get in the queue (i honestly have no idea why i have this song. perhaps it just sounds hilarous.)

12. This European air, It always warms my face

13. Those who wish to follow me

14. How long before I get in

15. Is this the real life, is this just fantasy

16. Everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake

17. Anytime tomorrow I will lie and say I'm fine

18. I watch you sit alone, I watch you cry your eyes out

19. I sit and wait, does an angel contemplate my fate (this is SUCH a total giveaway)

20. I ain't happy, feeling glad

good luck guessing, suckers.

oh.

2006-01-06T23:59:00.000+08:00

Apparently, my regular influx of The Superficial states that the whole TomKat thing is hitting rock bottom. I bet katie holmes is jumping for joy. Byebye neck pain. And perhaps she'll get like half of Tommie's cash. that'd be cool.

ah. i miss the sane Tom. I used to think he was kinda cute. Now he's just a psycho climbing fake mountains in MI3. His face has this new psychotic look. Wonder how long it'll last. Anyway it shows that no matter how pretty someone looks, there's still a chance that they're psycho.

And that's why if I don't clinch Singapore's version of Brad Pitt, I'm going to marry a fat guy. Not Brian McFadden fat. That kind of fat is disgusting. I'm talking Drew Carey kind of fat. Then after I have children, I can eat candy and chips all day with my fat husband and we can both grow fatter and wobblier together. Aww...

Yes my logic is rather queer but whatever. And melo says not to say queer 'cos it might mean gay. She says use uncanny instead.

I am feeling extremely like a doormat right now. It's almost as if the word 'Welcome' is tattooed across my forehead. Just go with the flow, Victoria, just go with the flow. I realise that I talk to myself too much. Victoria stop it. Ok there I go again.

NOOOOOOOOoooooooo. I can't believe that I am as lame as I am. Uhm. Never mind that. You get the gist. I folded those little square thingies with a spare piece of UNUSED tissue during Mrs. Tan's EXTREMELY ENGAGING talk. You know those kind which you ask your friend, "Which number?" and you go do that thing you do... Right. I walked up to Eliza after assembly and asked her to pick a colour.

Victoria: Hey 'liza! Pick a colour! [shoves folded tissue paper into her face]

Eliza: Oh my gosh that is so lame that I wanna cry.

I have a meme to post but I have so many more things to say so using up a day's post with a meme would kinda really suck. And my mortal's name is Emily. I like that name. Emily Emily Emily.

There isn't going to be a hot guy today 'cos I'm sleepy and I feel a sore throat coming up. So,

toodles!

NOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo.

2006-01-05T18:21:00.000+08:00

I think i'm falling in love with Incubus. Their songs are rad. I've also rekindled my love for Tori Amos' songs.

Anyway I'm in ~~deep shit~~ trouble yet again. I've decided to sign up for CAP for the heck of it and I've lost 2 of the poems I had wrote in the beginning of the year. NOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo. I've got only 2 poems now. That sucks. I'm going to write a love poem. They're just so sweet.

I'VE FOUND MY AH KOW! Ah Kow is my baby. I'm using him for CAP. If a girl needs her prose, she'll get her prose.

Give it to me baby, UH-HUH, UH-HUH!
Give it to me baby, UH-HUH, UH-HUH!
Give it to me baby, UH-HUH, UH-HUH!
And all the girls say he's pretty fly for a white guy.

I forgot who sang that above song.

bash.org is hilarious.

Here are some quotes for your entertainment.

xterm: The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?

Eros: I'm going to shave off all the hair on my body and go running down my street screaming about how aerodynamic I am.

aen : I am so hungry.
aen : Germs are shitting in my mouth.
aen : And I can taste it.
evilbob: oh. I misread that as Germans

Black_Mage " i need the program that enables you to make flash; damned if i remember what it's called
Assgoblin: ...flash.

T-Wolf:man, my girlfriend left me for some faggot named robert
RdAwG20: you don't live in Hope mills do you?
T-Wolf : ya, why man?
RdAwG20: lol, just wondering, was her namne alisson?
T-Wolf: you mother fucker

i8b4uUnderground: d-_-b
BonyNoMore :how u make that inverted b?
BonyNoMore: wait
BonyNoMore: never mind

Night-hen-gayle: I gotta go. There's a dude next to me and he's watching me type, which is sort of starting to creep me out. Yes dude next to me, I mean you.

Sui88: 67% of girls are stupid
V-girl: i belong with the other 13%

Sonium: someone speak python here?
lucky: HHHHHSSSSSHSSS
lucky: SSSSS
Sonium: the programming language

MasterG: .....................................................................
..................................
judas: where's pacman when you need him?

Jakefeb3: do you know a turtles only weakness?
AvatarOfSolusek: no
AvatarOfSolusek: well
AvatarOfSolusek: thier slowness
Jakefeb3: there weakness is they cant roll over when they are on their backs
AvatarOfSolusek: lol
Jakefeb3: now i have a plan
Jakefeb3: if i duck tape 2 turtles together they are unstoppable

and I want to marry this next guy.

IronChef Foicite: well, there's a lot of reasons
IronChef Foicite: i mean, roses only last like a couple weeks
IronChef Foicite: and that's if you leave them in water
IronChef Foicite: and they really only exist to be pretty
IronChef Foicite: so that's like saying
IronChef Foicite: "my love for you is transitory and based solely on your appearance"
IronChef Foicite: but a potato!
IronChef Foicite: potatos last for fucking ever, man
IronChef Foicite: in fact, not only will they not rot, they actually grow shit even if you just leave them in the sack
IronChef Foicite: that part alone makes it a good symbol
IronChef Foicite: but there's more!
IronChef Foicite: there are so many ways to enjoy a potato! you can even make a battery with it!
IronChef Foicite: and that's like saying "i have many ways in which I show my love for you"
IronChef Foicite: and potatos may be ugly, but they're still awesome
IronChef Foicite: so that's like saying "it doesn't matter at all what you look like, I'll still love you"

Moving on to....

TODAY'S HOTNESS.

This guy isn't THAT famous but he's hot. And that's all that matters. I present to you, Ben Bostrom.

HOTNESS.

Anyway he only looks good in a few pictures so don't bother google-ing him. GOOGLE JOHNNY DEPP OR CHRIS EVANS.

Now I'm sure you must have laughed/smiled/hyperventilated while reading so I guess I have made the world a better place. Yay me!

I'll be gone till tomorrow yet again.

'Till then,

toodles!

yo.

2006-01-04T14:42:00.000+08:00

ok i seriously cannot be ghetto. whatever.

anyway the stupid MSN adverts are ~~pissing~~ ticking me off. i don't want to hear a computer greet me in spanish while i'm alone in the house late at night. that's just creepy.

SO. i really really REALLY want to rant and scream about my new class but that'd be unfair to those nice people in there and if i do so, i'd start swearing and everything will go to waste. everything as in the last few hours of swearing off swearing. i don't make much sense, do i?

ah well. this stinks. i still don't have an RS group. shamira, you had better drag one of those 206 people into our group or i am going to murder you. ok murdering won't work. i'm going to KISS you. that'd do.

ilisa is hilarious. hee. louise is cute. heehee.

the next few posts shall be pseudo photologs. yay! of hot guys, i mean. today, this blog will play host to the shrine of CHRIS EVANS. to match up to johnny depp.

look at that. look at that and tell me he's not hot. I DARE YOU.

further proof that he's hot.

"take me now, you tall drink of mansex."

it just sounds appropriate.

anyway Chris Evans is hotter than anyone else, and that is why you should watch Fantastic 4. he's 90% naked for 8 minutes.

resolutions.

2006-01-03T18:13:00.000+08:00

In the year 2006 I resolve to:

Bring back disco.

Get your resolution here

speaking of resolutions, i have decided to have a major change in my lifestyle.

i'm turning lesbian.

HA.

but this change will be major. i am going to stop saying 'f***' or any vulgarity to that extent. Erik: Look Victoria, a flying pig! your sarcasm is not appreciated.

Stop it Victoria, stop.
F***ing idiots, all of them.
I said STOP IT.
It's hard, alright?
You could do it for the first 11 years of your life. I don't understand what's so hard about it now.
It's hard to shrug off, so just shove off.
...
Good.

when will those voices just disappear?

anyway i shan't rant about my new classmates because it might lead to severe bitching as always -slaps self for vulgarity- and finally to the agonising process of becoming an outcast so i shall shut up for once in my life.

though i think some of them think i'm weird. hey, i just talk a lot.

well maybe if you talked a little i wouldn't seem so weird anymore.

ok i REALLY should shut up right now.

:X

there.

toodles!

lwjhor mru gwo, yuiwe stehpd voehceas! (loosely translated, that would be "Let me go, you stupid voices!)

whoopee.

2006-01-01T15:59:00.000+08:00

it turned out that i spent the last hours of 2005 in a cinema watching a giant ape magically imported to New York by kayaks.

meh. doesn't matter to me.

i don't really get why people are all hyped up for the 'new year'. it's just another year. people don't throw confetti all over my head when a month comes to a close. if 'the man' said that September 21 would be the new year, we would all have been going to ~~grope-fests~~ parties on the 20th.

ok whatever.

so. i shall talk about King Kong.

well the cinema, or should i say, box, was hardly any ambience. i keep having this sinking feeling that goo will ooze out from the chairs when you sit on it. ok typing it out just made it even grosser, and no matter what my parents say, i am NO LONGER going to lido. it's just gross.

who knew king kong would be a three hour show. we missed watchnight service just for that. curse you, peter jackson. he just can't make a movie that lasts for less than 2 hours.

anyway, moving on to the speculation on whether adrien brody is infuergo or way infuergo (HA malcolm in the middle. it just cracks me up.). honestly, he isn't. his nose is not huge; it's WHOA huge. was it just me or did anyone else notice that during the kissing scene with naomi watt(s), his nose was like contorted against her cheek. sure the character he plays is kinda hot but that's just a turn-off. can i have adam brody instead? -squeals- he and rachel bilson look SO cute together.

ann darrow is the typical idiot-girl that i love to hate. WTF. i can't stand it that she keeps sticking to king kong.

it's so like the sappy korean dramas that my mum watches. i can predict all the plotlines.

anyway there's always this innocent, country girl who's really pretty, or, supposed to be really pretty, and by some chance encounter, she meets with this ugly guy, who can be rich or poor, and then WHINE WHINE WHINE BITCH BITCH BITCH, after their catfight the guy slowly starts to like her and helps her do stuff. but there's this other guy who likes her, and he's real cute, and he could be rich or poor.

so hottie likes sweetie and so does beastie, and sweetie gets torn in between hottie and beastie's little catfight, and there's usually some problem like hottie is beastie's brother twice removed, and because she doesn't want to 'tear their family apart' (which is bullshit cos the family is already screwed up if they throw away their hot son and keep the ugly one) and thus does something incredibly stupid like running away, and then has this tear-fest where all she does is cry and her best friend backstabs her and tries to flirt with the rich guy (be it hottie or beastie). then the 2 guys come looking for her, and she starts crying all over again and she has to choose between hottie and beastie but has a hard time cos she feels that she owes beastie something for being so nice to her.

W.T.F.

girl, ditch that ass face and run off with the hot guy. like DUH. i don't mean to sound so superficial but that's life. oh and the ugly guy is usually rich. hee.

crap. i've got cramps and a backache. way to start a new year.

ah well. in the words of a wise woman -coughs-, "If the world didn't suck, we would all fall off."

toodles!

the click five.

2005-12-30T19:45:00.000+08:00

nah. i'm not obsessing over that over-rated pop group. to me, no matter what the barely audible guitar rifts or mushroom-like hair imply, they are still pop.

so, i was listening to Catch Your Wave on the radio, and it blasted "Every princess needs a knight.".

why?

seriously, why?

why is it always the knight-in-shining-armour? why is it always the knight who the girls dig? princesses should marry princes. or are the princes considered pansies? the princes can bloody well save the princess if they wanted to, but if i were the prince i wouldn't bother tainting my lovely hands with the blood of an evil villain over a girl.

actually, i would rather marry a prince instead of a knight if i had to choose. heck. so what if that pretty boy can't protect me? we've got knights for that. i wouldn't throw my life away to a penniless dude who would die for his country. i don't want my husband to die young. the prince will be well-protected, and so would i. the boy's got money, fame and since i believe in stereotypes, my prince WILL BE GORGEOUS.

but whatever. i don't want a sweaty guy with muck all over his face. think aragorn. eww. like, legolas is SO much hotter apart from the OZY + VIC conspiracy theory that he was actually the love child of two leaves.

it all runs down to fundamentals. metrosexual or ubersexual?

i don't really care actually. he just has to be rich. uh-huh. atiqa, i hate to admit it, but you're correct. we both like guys with money.

in fact, all girls have a superficial and materialistic self somewhere buried within the many layers of characteristics. well the only girl who doesn't would probably be Belle from Beauty & The Beast. she's got all that "beauty-is-on-the-inside" attitude down pat. i mean, she married a pseudo grizzly bear. with fangs.

being me, i shall downgrade my blogging life and start on a day-to-day rundown of my life's events.

HA! gotcha. i'm not THAT retarded. it's only for today. cos it regards LD. and LD rocks. so it rocks.

CCAO. the new meat are PAMPERED. they've got like pizza and all that shizz. what did we get? NOTHING. except a very sore butt from all that sitting through the talks.

LD did improvisation. every thing we do is impromptu. quoting sarah, "LD; never ready."

all those who didn't come to our booth seriously missed out. especially the crazy accents. those were a hoot.

i got picked on. again. why is it always me? things weren't better during our improv. course where ms. sergeant kept making me do everything. suvi, i finally know how you feel. i was dragged into j101 to embarrass myself with my non-existant acitng talent. i'm a wooden block. shi min and i have made this pact that we aren't going to act. cos we both agree that we suck at acting.

anyway, for those at the K. S. Chee, if you left after choir, BOO. go rot in your reserved space in hell. those who stayed for LD, yay for you! have a html chocolate bar. [++++++] that was it. did you hear the outrageous, over-the-top laughter? yep, that was us. we were stationed at different areas of the audience to laugh. loud. i could hear violet laugh from a mile away. especially at -cough cough-'s parts. -winks-. it's our little secret.

"Who are the males?"
"Those who are sitting."
"Guys shouldn't be sitting! Guys should be standing, you pansy!"

(in a Hong Kong accent) "Have you seen my strawberry pudding a-not? i was eating on the plane and then the plane crash so now i don't know where already."

oh well. time tarries for no man. fare thee well, my friends (from YMCD. those who didn't attend, BOOOOoooo). i have things to do, baths to bathe and MANGO 50% OFF SALES to attend.

toodles!

my take on spam.

2005-12-29T19:07:00.000+08:00

this is going to be idiot proof. well maybe kejia might not catch on to what i'm talking about and do a 'shi min' by asking people what 'tes**cles' mean. ah heck. she needs to know these things.

anyway, my take is pretty simple. easy-peasy lemon-squeezy. right. whatever.

first of all, i am not interested in enlarging my non-existant p*nis nor am i terribly in need of viagra. ooh i smell popcorn. ok that was irrelevant. moving on.

another thing is that i don't appreciate being given links to plain annoying sites which are aptly titled "World's Most Annoying Website". f**k. if you were already annoyed by a damn so-called friend then the most logical next step would probably be to bash your "friend"'s head in and not email-ing the frikkin' thing to a perfectly innocent person like me and becoming the ass end of the ham.

oh and i finally found out what voulez vouz coucher avec moi means. so eliza, keep your dirty mind to yourself.

HA. guess what? ok whatever you guessed would most likely be wrong, so, WRONG. i just took a Tickle test and it says Victoria, in your soap opera scenario, you're The Evil Twin. i think i've taken almost every single Tickle quiz in the universe, so it really isn't necessary for people to send me emails to take a test. i've been on Tickle since i was 8. mum's account.

ah well. being a diligent -- dilligent? -- whatever -- blogger, this post is gonna be long! yay! aren't you just squirming in your seat with excitement?

oh poo. just as i announce that this post is gonna be long, i run out of ideas on what to post.

OOH! harry potter.

ok tom felton a.k.a. draco malfoy (HOTT!) just has this ability to turn a sensible young woman like me into a drooling fangirl.

and not forgetting daniel radcliffe. and i'm not going to mention robert pattinson, cos he looks like a piece of turd. wanna see?

and ladies, or rather, stupid fangirls, this is the man you swoon over daily.

ah yes. picture courtesy of Pink Is The New Blog, which is accessible here.

ok i've got my own list of hotties, but that's an entry for another day.

toodles!

the confessions of a grade A loser.

2005-12-28T19:27:00.000+08:00

i was told that iNet has posted the results of the class allocation already (yeah run off to iNet now, biatches). i'm in 209. two-oh-f***ing-nine. seriously, 'niner' sounds f***ing gross.

the raging fire of hatred of my class number burned steady for about half an hour whilst i checked which lucky assholes from 106 got put in 206. and then it hit me like a big red delivery truck.

i'm a senior.

and that pretty much sucks. i can't be the same idiot who can't do anything in sec 1 cos i'll be even more idiotic come sec 2.

i can no longer put on that clueless face when i'm in trouble and claim that i didn't know.

i miss 106.

i miss those retards who put up with me.

i miss those retards who didn't. well maybe not.

i miss the assholes who made life tough for me cos if they hadn't, i'd be sitting on my lard ass popping skittles into my mouth for the rest of my life.

i miss the kazillions of times that i had to dodge Tessa The Student Leader while eating in class.

i miss the other kazillions of times that i had to dodge Tessa The Student Leader's Student Leader friends while eating in class.

i miss anna, erik, jodee and val. no matter how retarded the combination of personalities may seem.

i miss staying back in class to annoy livia and gang.

i miss goofing off and playing air hockey with val.

i miss debating with and hugging anna.

i miss teasing people and discussing H/D slash with erik.

i miss being bimbotic with and insulting jodee.

i miss leaning over jiali's paper to get answers.

i miss quarreling over lindsay lohan and hilary duff and sharing jiali's answers with nora.

i miss j106 where so many happy memories were created.'

and i am DEFINITELY to climbing up 3 F***ING STORIES EVERY MORNING.

not withstanding the above, i now have AUTHORITY.

i can boss the stupid naive sec 1s around.

i can give them the wrong directions to the toilet and watch them wind up in the PE department.

i can do so many things.

but for now, the supreme one has to go for dinner.

POWER IS MINE.

toodles!

uh-huh.

2005-12-27T22:23:00.000+08:00

ya umm this post is fundamentally about me analysing toilets so there really isn't anything to read.

ok it all started about 10 minutes ago, when i think i broke my pinky toe on the toilet bowl. hey it's not like i wanted to break my pinky toe on the toilet bowl. the toilet bowl was just... there. it just HAD to be placed so strategically next to the bath tub, that as i was ~~clambering out~~ gracefully tiptoe-ing out of it (the bath tub, not the toilet bowl) my toe came in contact with the retard of a toilet bowl.

the thing is, who puts a toilet bowl next to a bath tub? even though i suffer a mild God complex while playing The Sims, i don't put stinkin' toilet bowls next to the obscene bath tubs now, do i? i don't suppose it is to simplify a guy's life by allowing him to pee straight into the toilet bowl though he's in the bath tub, is it? or is it yet another sinister plot by the interior designers around the world to make people stick their feet into toilet bowls when they get out of the tub?

anyway the class party is now dunzo, in case any 106er actually reads this.

and now, i shall continue admiring my work of art. the ELDS poster.

toodles!

AH.

2005-12-26T20:47:00.000+08:00

ZOMG. my sarcasm is waning and i simply cannot squeeze out an entry. AHA! i've got it. i shall blog about this year's Christmas hoard. because i'm a superficial materialistic bastard. boy do i know it.

my first present was from the very lovely anna, if i'm not wrong (about the first present part). ~~anna would kill me if she found out i lost it though.~~ it was a very wonderful gift.

ok so here's the list:

1.Anna's mystery gift.
2.A packet of sweets and a bookmark from Erik.
3.A keychain from Ozy.
4.A heart of chocolates from Alvina.
5.A Guess wallet from my mum.
6.A bag from Puma from Grace.
7.A silver bag from Amanda.
8.Pendragon from Dennis.
9.The Body Shop stuff from Diyannah.
10.4 $10 Plaza Singapura vouchers from my brother.
11.A set of pink soap from Dawn & Clarence.

alright i realised that i'm truly retarded. i typed two 4s and two 9s. i shall edit it now.

much better.

anyway my dad's gonna get me a guitar so it doesn't really suck that bad anymore.

i'm a lucky bitch.

Dr. 90210

2005-12-25T15:03:00.000+08:00

ok it's definitely Dr. 90210. not 90120. or 29120. or 92010. i went all the way downstairs to check E! again. i swear, the stairs have to be a sinister plot by my mum to make sure i don't get fatter. curses.

anyway, speaking of Dr. 90210, i have a seemingly disturbing issue at hand. I had the unfortunate chance of catching an episode, or rather, accidentally witnessing the episode of the triplets wanting breast augmentation. like, who the hell watches people get liposuction? unless it was paris hilton getting her lips blown up or something, i wouldn't waste the satellite frequency. Extreme Makeover, Extreme Makeover II, I Wanna Perfect Face, Dr. 90210; a big fat load of BS. i don't see anyone demanding to watch or sitting in front of the TV at 10.30pm (on a SCHOOL NIGHT nonetheless. gasp. children these days.) waiting for Jamuna and Ganga's operation to be screened on National TV.

"Let's see, I'll give you her boobs, and I'll give you HER boobs, and YOU, you can have three boobs."

-Joel McHale on Dr. 90210, The Soup.

Joel McHale is the best thing that has happened to E!.

oh yah, umm Merry Christmas.

REFLECTIONS.

2005-12-23T20:16:00.000+08:00

indeed. 'tis the time of the year to be reflecting on all i have done, or have not.

actually, i've been edging closer to being an emotional retard. or maybe just plain retarded. maybe i might be a case study. cool.

anyway the first sign was probably snorting my way through recess with valerie but that's something i choose not to remember. selective recollection is the best defence after all.

there was this time in thailand when i was feeling a little loopy and entertained the thought of walking around the shop with my jacket over my face for a minute, which i did do in the end. cue the pain. i walked into the metal pole of the clothes rack. well there was another incident in thailand but i guess it was too embarassing to be stored in my brain, even though there certainly was and still is enough capacity to hold it all in. i think i'm an embarrassment to singaporeans. oh well. i've seen worse.

about the 'emotional retard' bit, i'd rather let it be taboo. let's just say that i'm worse than harry potter on a bad day.

which brings me to the next topic of Harry Potter.

ok that's another topic for another day.

i'm happy, so

toodles!

----

2005-12-22T12:34:00.000+08:00

basically, nothing even remotely interesting has happened in my life and i have not experienced any deep philosophical thoughts for the past few days. curse that stupid IVP selection test. it's completely ruining my already mediocre social life. note that i said mediocre this time, not non-existant. ha. the only thing non-existant is my love life. hurray to that.

once more, i shall complain about the completely nonsensical hype about Narnia the boovie when there's a perfectly good show starring a very cute ape, as well as the stupidity of hilary duff.

seriously. what the hell is going on with all the antics over The Chronicles of Narnia? there are so many other brilliant and highly intellectual shows around like the one starting with a 'K' and ending with a 'ing Kong'. and there's Prime, which is spectacular in my point of view. let's not forget the one and only CHICKEN LITTLE. i don't care if it's boring. hello? zach braff? well i find him hot in his own way. and surely no one can resist the bloated-head-ness of chicken little himself. itself. whatever.

on to the next topic of hilary DAFT. yet again, my plan of getting someone to kick her out of the music industry has been foiled by none other than the airhead herself who seems so oblivious to the number of hate sites/blogs of her. not to mention the 'Whack-A-Duff' game on Quizilla. she's doing all of it to compete with Lindsay Lohan whom she cannot defeat (GO LINDSAY!) and she jumps on every single bandwagon that comes rolling by to keep herself in the industry. first it was the mary-kate and ashley fashion designing express, and then the Joel Madden punk/rock/emo crap. is she a clone of something? now she's actually mimcking kylie minogue. PUH-LEASE. wake up and realise you sing like a squirrel on helium.

VICTORIA SMASH.

umm.

2005-12-20T22:35:00.000+08:00

i have put in much thought in this issue, and have come to a decision.

standing in my current position on the road of life, i have realise that mostly my entire life has been dedicated to gaining things, clawing my way to get to things, and basically being rather opportunistic. all the time i WANT things; i have to GET things; i can't survive without things. every time i couldn't get what i want, i felt sad. perhaps it's just my personality.

either way, in my next lifetime, i shall lead a carefree life. no matter what comes my way, i shall shrug it off, and, in simple terms, not give a donkey's ass about it. i will no longer put myself in such awkward situations and depressing moments. instead, i shall be a feckless teen, ready to face the world as it comes rolling by. detention? who cares. expulsion? whatever.

and this i promise myself.

P.S. can someone PLEASE take hilary duff out of the false impression that she can sing? i admit she can act (even though the role's always a bimbo, but then again she doesn't really need to act) but can someone, ANYONE, please put our ears out of misery?

thanks.

i love you.

DQWERERSDQWEFBMRGEGNNNMIJ

2005-12-19T14:32:00.000+08:00

MMKFJNFEKDMOIAUQWWENFSOEJRNFSDF.

once more, in this vast and miraculous cosmos, something outrageously stupid has happened to me.

being a happy little girl, i sat on my bed and leaned on my mammoth Hello Kitty plushie, reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince for a third time, this time fantasising that Dean kills Ginny in a murder of passion and that i am magically transported into the story to form a love triangle with Draco and Harry. hey, a girl can dream.

so as i read the merry tale, i reclined further. only to have the bloody Chronicles of Narnia WHACK MY HEAD TILL BLOOD OOZED OUT.

WEQWJNEJNDQWEONDFDNQQJWRGGMWE.

ok that was an exaggeration. but seriously, it hurt. BAD. try having a hardcover book gracefully plop down on your head. then multiply the pain by 3. i tell you, C.S. Lewis is loopy and i have no idea why so many people are wasting 8 dollars or more just to watch a boovie (book + movie) by a guy who was so obviously stoned when he wrote it.

as far as i know, the Harry Potter series is the only boovie series worth watching. and that sentence has nothing to do with all the hot guys they manage to squeeze out and put in.

hmm.

2005-12-18T20:25:00.000+08:00

yet again i have condemned myself to surfing through celebrity gossip. i'm starting to feel like i'm morphing into a brainless hollywood stalker. ah well.

anyway i was looking at pictures of the 2005 VMAs, and saw a picture of Lil' Kim's upper body on the VMA red carpet. i was rather surprised that she wasn't flashing again but then i caught sight of the full body shot.

A Letter to Lil' Kim:

Dear Lil' Kim,

Congratulations. You have a vagina. Guess what? So do I. Somehow, whenever I go out, whether on red carpets or to the mall, it magically manages to stay in my pants. Would you like a few tips? Perhaps you could seek out Diane Keaton's stylist. I think you could learn a lot from her.

Sheesh,
The world's female population.

Adapted from GoFugYourself.com. (AHH so sorry i forgot to italicise it. REALLY SORRY.)

oh and one more thing, all 106ers, the class outing will be a costume party, and is temporarily on the 28th. any violent objections are discouraged but if you do have any, i am always open for complaints.

toodles!

AHHHHHHH!!!!

2005-12-17T14:00:00.000+08:00

4 days; 10 hours of sleep in total; 3 hours per night.

and the above just explained the insane high i'm feeling right now, so the rest of this post would be in pretty much incoherent sentences.

i actually thought i had gone past the stage of just recounting my daily events, but apparently not.

ORPC YOUTH CAMP 2005 LIVE IT, LOVE IT, GOD IT.

sarimbun camp was kind of similar to the last time i went there for our so-called camp in P6, except that we actually went inside the dormitories, and not the swamp.

i have many things to rant and complain about, but it would just boil down to the pillows look like they swam in fungus and the mattress is thinner than my school file.

FINALE NIGHT.

OMG OMG OMG.

OUR GROUP WON.

MY SECOND TIME THIS YEAR JOINING THE YOUTHS IN CAMPS, AND BOTH TIMES MY GROUP HAD BEEN VICTORIOUS.

ok i'm hyperventilating like a maniac.

I'm a maniac, maniac.

the theme was oldies and they kept belting out random oldies. i guess i'm doing it too.

Hey Mr. Postman...

well i suppose the only thing that went wrong was me falling over the rocks in the sea and getting cut by barnacles. it still is rather horrid with the blood cogulating and stuff but oh well.

It was an itsy bitsie teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini

ready? let's go! and 1, and 2, and 3, and kick! keep it up! and 1, and 2, and 3, and kick! one more time! and 1, and 2, and 3, and kick!

eliza is seriously good at acting. why isn't she in LD?

i must i must i must, i must increase my bust.

i'm going round the bend now. i should get some sleep before i get even more stoned if possible.

toodles!

OMFG.

2005-12-13T18:18:00.000+08:00

John Christopher Depp II, a.k.a Johnny Depp

I hereby confess my undying love for you and the ground you walk on.

OMG.

OMFG.

WTH OMFG.

WTF OMFG.

and this is the point where i hyperventilate and pass out.

good day every one.

24 Ways to Annoy Your Parents

2005-12-13T13:34:00.000+08:00

1. Follow them around the house everywhere.
2. Moo when they say your name.
3. Pretend to have amnesia.
4. Say everything backwards.
5. Run into walls.
6. Every time you have a confrontation, say "Who are we talking about again?" after every three sentences.
7. Go into their room at 4 in the morning and say "Good Morning Starshine! The Earth says Hello!"
8. Snort loudly after you laugh and then laugh harder.
9. Say all of the words in a film.
10. Pluck someone's hair out and yell "DNA!!!"
11. Wear a sticker that says "I'm a retard!"
12. Talk to a pen.
13. Have 20 imaginary friends that you talk to ALL the time.
14. Try and climb the wall.
15. In public yell "NO DAD I AM NOT HELPING YOU GET THE HAIR GROWTH SHAMPOO!!!"
16. Put pegs on your nose and eyes.
17. Switch the light button on and off for awhile. Then say "Oh...I get it!"
18. When they are putting up the christmas ornaments, take each one down and place it somewhere else.
19. Hold their hand and whisper to them "I see dead people."
20. When you shower or bath yell "I'm drowning!!!!"
21. At everything they say yell "LIAR!!"
22. Pretend to be a phone.
23. Try to swim in the floor.
24. Tap on their door all night.

Having written and editted a few myself, these are definitely tried and trusted.

Believe me.

ZOMG.

2005-12-12T16:58:00.000+08:00

the thing is, i was skimming through the pages of Blogskins and resisting the urge to pull out my hair each time i saw words typed in alternate caps, and i saw the most ridiculous thing in the universe.

"``SiMpLiCiTy RaWkK$!!!!*"

W.T.F.

after witnessing billions of words spelt like tH1s**, a gargantuan chunk of me had already died, and that was like that final bullet to the head in those cop shows.

i repeat, W.T.F..

simplicity doesn't friggin' rock, or, RaWkK$!!!, for crying out loud. it's like saying my poop dances and creates fountains in my toilet bowl.

and on a final note, i simply cannot comprehend how someone can type with alternate caps and add those stupid symbols at one time. perhaps it's because of their severe brain damage that makes their finger spasm right above the 'Shift' button. or is there a special school, or something? if there is, i wanna know, and my bazooka is itching to be used.

dysfunctionality.

2005-12-11T23:28:00.000+08:00

after several hours of ineffable boredom, something in me made me run to tickle.com and take a test. being the loving, family-orientated girl i am, i took the Which TV Family Are You? test, to astounding results.

[quote]Victoria, your TV family is the Simpsons.[unquote]

this made me think. painstaking minutes of deep thought later, i realised that it is indeed true.

my family is dysfunctional.

(Exhibit A)

one day, as i happily trotted into the living room and began to veg-out on the couch, my dad came up to me and did a snake-like movement with his hands.

me: dad, what the hell are you doing?

my dad: i'm the evil mamra; ROAR!

or something to that extent of stupidity.

(Exhibit B)

another lovely day, i was sitting in my room minding my own business and flipping through an old edition of Girlfriend. Strangely, sounds of a pseudo-machine gun came from my brother's room. F.Y.I. he's 16.

my brother: GTCH GTCH GTCH GTCH GTCH GTCH GTCH GTCH GTCH GTCH GTCH GTCH!!! (supposedly the sound of a machine gun) men, do you copy? one of our men has been taken down, i repeat, one of our men has been taken down. employ evasive action, immediately! i'll take on the rogues solo.

me: O.O

enough said.

brad pitt.

2005-12-09T22:13:00.000+08:00

brad pitt.

i was skulking around some old celebrity gossip a few hours ago and there was a pretty interesting article.

brad pitt had a mild case of viral meningitis. or in our terms, the flu.

when you've actually reached that level of fame when people start researching on whether you're coughing or not, you are probably just one step away from world domination.

brad also reported that his army of pitt-bots are coming on nicely, and the final shipment of his sabertooth tigers with lasers attached to their foreheads would be arriving in three days, courtesy of Dr. Evil. world domination is within a month's grasp, and would proceed pretty much undisturbed.

people as sexy as brad pitt could get away with anything. he could backhand a hobo till the poor guy vomits and would simply leave scott-free with a "You looked SO hot doing that." from the judge [male or female].

however, celebrity gossip is not entire wholesome nor important at this point in time.

generally, there are the results of our poll, which is probably going to end in 87 minutes.

MOVIE:
1. Joon Ting

COSTUME PARTY:
1.Ashley
2.Patricia
3.Si Xuan
4.Victoria Loke

well this sucks. we're going to have a costume party made up of 3 classmates. class spirit? i say in the words of Alicia, "Talk about irony at its highest level!"

i'm depressed. i've realised that i screwed up my vocal chords and thus am not able to sing like a proper choir member. great, i can't sing, i can't dance, i can't act; what am i supposed to do now? shave off my hair and become a nun?

i shall now retire to doing more productive things like finding out whether britney spears is about to pull another, well, britney.

toodles!

bleagh.

2005-12-07T21:43:00.000+08:00

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.

1)Phobic - Plumb
2)The Importance of Being Idle - Oasis
3)Shadowman - K's Choice
4)Strange & Beautiful - Aqualung
5)Ghetto Gospel - 2pac feat. Elton John
6)Crazy in Love - Eminem
7)Simon - Lifehouse

strangely, i don't know anyone.

Name 10 things that bring you a moment of joy, and tag 5 friends to do the same.

1)Reading fanfics
2)Riding roller coasters
3)Fantasising over daniel radcliffe
4)Fantasising over ben bostrom
5)Fantasising over chris evans
6)Singing into a mike in front of an audience
7)The audience clapping
8)Being on stage
9)Winning something
10)Getting a hug

i set further on through the journey of self-discovery. whoopee.

im am dying from boredom. i have been vegetating in front of the couch for a good amount of time watching a rented series of Friends and the final third of Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets.

5 people who you find just plain anal.

1) Maggie Chong
2) That stupid boy next door
3) That moron who pushed me off the table and laughed
4) Paris Hilton
5) AeonFlux

5 people who made the world a better place by dying

1) Westlife (they aren't dead but i think they should all just go take a long walk off a short building.)
2) Arnold Schwarzenegger(you can't DO action movies OR politics, dude. yah i know he isn't dead either.)
3) Hitler (enough said.)
4) Dumbledore (that guy can kiss my ass.)
5) AeonFlux (ditto.)

5 people who are so going to do this (if they refuse they'll die a terrible death that has to do with eggplants and spinach)

1) Hoi Man
2) Nora
3) Nora (now you have to do it twice. hee.)
4) Jodee
5) Atiqa

tralala... alright im done.

oh and i'm BIG on respecting intellectual property. take credit for my idea, and i'll castrate you. if you're a guy, of course. if you're a girl, well, it's best left unsaid.

just thought i had to make things clear.

blogthings.

2005-12-07T14:27:00.000+08:00

You are a Believer

You believe in God and your chosen religion.
Whether you're Christian, Muslim, Jewish, or Hindu..
Your convictions are strong and unwavering.
You think your religion is the one true way, for everyone.

What's Your Religious Philosophy?

You Are Japanese Food

Strange yet delicious.
Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw.

What Kind of Food Are You?

You Are a Super Diva

Some may complain about your diva ways, but you brush them off.
You simply demand the best - and there's nothing wrong with that.
Don't stomp on the little people too much though!
You still need them to get to the top.

Are You a Diva?

On Average, You Would Sell Out For

$1,045,721

At What Price Would You Sell Out?

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?

You Have a Choleric Temperament

You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.
Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.
You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.

You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.
Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.
You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.

At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.
Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.
A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.

What Temperment Are You?

You Are Not Scary

Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?

How Scary Are You?

You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

You Are

A Drunk Pumpkin Face

You would make a good pumpkin martini.

What's Your Pumpkin Face?

Your Pimp Name Is...

Silky Glider

What's Your Pimp Name?

You Are Downtown

You're a funky spirit that requires freedom to live.
Your city girl persona needs adventure, diversity, and great pizza.

Are You Uptown or Downtown?

You Have Your PhD in Men

You understand men almost better than anyone.
You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.
Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.

How Well Do You Understand Men?

Your Hat Personality Is A

Newsboy Cap

What Hat Are You?

You are Dark Chocolate

You live your life with intensity, always going full force.
You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle.
An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

What Your Black Outfit Means

You're a sophisticated woman with big city taste.
You have a strong creative force - even if you don't wear the boldest clothes.
You tend to intimidate people. But the right guy won't be intimidated by you!

Designer match: Dolce & Gabbana

Signature accessory: Gold framed sunglasses

What Does Your Favorite Outfit Say About You?

Your Element is Water

Your power colors: blue and aqua

Your energy: deep

Your season: winter

Like the ocean, you evoke deep feelings and passion.
You have an emotional, sensitive, and spiritual soul.
A bit mysterious, you tend to be quiet when you are working out a problem.
You need your alone time, so that you can think and dream.

What Element Are You?

You Are a Tomboy

You're having too much fun to bother with nail polish and crazy diets.
Guys are instead impressed by how much you know and do!

How Girlie Are You?

Your Scent is Key Lime

Sassy, real, and totally smooth
You're a total flirt who's always ready for a challenge!

What Scent Are You?

You Are a Normal Girl

You are 50% Good and 50% Bad
Sure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.
But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.

Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?

Your 80s Heartthrob Is

John Stamos

Who's Your 80's Heartthrob?

You Are An Iris

You are a unique woman who needs a lot of novelty in her life.
An inspiration seeker, you often have to change scenery to recharge.
You don't deal well with structure or rules. You need to do it your own way.
Your ideal relationships are free and flowing. No one can tie you down.

What Flower Are You?

Men See You As Desirable

Men often find you immediately attractive and sensual
You're honesty is refreshingly beautiful ... it draws guys in
You are also able to be open with your feelings with no emotional baggage
Packing light means you enjoy new relationships easily

How Do Men See You?

Your Inner Retro Girl Is

1960s City Girl

What Retro Girl Are You?

You are Wedge Sandals

Bohemian and sexy
You're a free spirit - both in life and in fashion
You have a style all your own, and it turns heads!

What Kind of Sandal Are You?

Your Celebrity Style Twin is Gwen Stefani

Trendsetting, unique, and stylish.

Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin?

Your Winter Look is Urban

You can't imagine spending your winters any place but the city!

What's Your Winter Look?

You're a Wild Drunk

You can get enough drink. Seriously, you'll just go puke and start pounding them back again!

What Kind of Drunk Are You?

You Are 18 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Your Musical Tastes Match: Jennifer Garner

See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)

What Celebrity Matches Your Taste in Music?

You Are Likely a First Born

At your darkest moments, you feel guilty.
At work and school, you do best when you're researching.
When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often.

In friendship, you are considerate and compromising.
Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking.
You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream.

The Birth Order Predictor

All American Kid

Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain.

You were well rounded and well liked in high school.

Who Were You In High School?

You Are Fossil Fuel Ice Cream

What does liking "fudge dinosaurs" say about someone?

What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?

You Are a Chick Rocker!

You're living proof that chicks can rock
You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas
And when you rock, you rock hard
(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Ghost Speedster
Your Superpower is Vampirism
Your Weakness is Rain
Your Weapon is Your Laser Belt
Your Mode of Transportation is Surfboard

What's your Superhero Name?

How You Life Your Life

You are honest and direct. You tell it like it is.
You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.
You're open to new people and friends, which makes you a pretty popular person.
Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.

How Do You Live Your Life?

You Are 60% "Average American"

You are average because you don't make New Year's resolutions.

You are not average since you live more than three miles away from McDonalds.

How "Average American" Are You?

You Are The Opposite of Machiavellian

You don't have a cynical, power hungry bone in your body.
Honest and kind, you believe being a good person is the most important thing.
While your upstanding morals should be admired, be careful!
You're at risk for being manipulated and toyed with.

How Machiavellian Are You?

You Are a Kogyaru!

If it's cute, you'll wear it. Fake and bake, hair bleach, and bright makeup line your bathroom cabinet.
As for clothes - anything that's short and cute ("kawaii!").
You are the prize object of all sorts of men - but you are really looking for a rich foreign guy.
He'll find you out hanging out in Shibuya shopping at the 109, text messaging and sending photos over your cellphone.

What's Your Japanese Subculture?

Tommy Lee Shares Your Taste in Music

See his whole playlist here (iTunes required)

Which Musician (or Group) Shares Your Taste in Music?

You Are 40% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird...
But too damn weird to do anything about it!

How Weird Are You?

Your Eyes Should Be Brown

Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom

What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

Your Hidden Talent

You are both very knowledgeable and creative.
You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.
Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.
As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

Your Inner Child Is Happy

You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.
You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.
And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.
You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.

How Is Your Inner Child?

Your Band Name is:

The Screaming Stockbrokers

Band Name Generator

You are a Believer

What's Your Religious Philosophy?

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent.
Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.

You would make an excellent:

Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor
Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer
Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer
Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor

The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's Your Ideal Career?

Your Hair Should Be Pink

Hyper, insane, and a boatload of fun.
You're a traveling party that everyone loves to follow.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

Your Personality Is

Idealist (NF)

You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.
You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.

You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.
Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.

You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.
Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.

In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.

At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.

With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.

As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.

On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.

The Three Question Personality Test

i cough at many results.

crap.

2005-12-05T21:47:00.000+08:00

i'm in deep shit. A LOT of shit. you know the Eiffel Tower? take that height, and multiply it by 9. then put me right at the bottom of all that shit.

nonetheless, i shall continue with my regular banter.

i just set my tippy-toes on Singapore's land about 3 and a half hours ago, so my vacation is officially over. now it's time to look at the hoard. it wasn't much this time. they raised the prices higher. perhaps i'm just a typical bargain-hunter who looks at the price of everything first.

1.A black MNG shirt which i think could be SERIOUSLY much cheaper in the local outlets.

2.A fake Paul Frank shirt. black of course. whoa i sound like an emo freak. anyway it was the only shirt i bought off the bazaar areas.

3.A denim skirt from GUESS which personally i feel is EXTREMELY over priced. ah well. it's all good anyway.

4.A pair of Reebok shoes for school purposes. honestly. i mean, what the hell is wrong with those people? if they ever change it back to 70% white, i am going to take my old pair of Wilson tennis shoes and shove it up their asses.

5.A set of new swimwear. it pleases me to know that i have finally outgrown my old suit. taller, ahem.

6.Three pairs of socks. school use too. bloody prefects won't accept my socks.

7.A pretty hair pin but i don't really think it counts.

8.A black jacket from Giordano. i only bought it 'cos if i bought two items i could get a 20% discount.

9.A black PVC leather bag again from Giordano. something i can go out with apart from that black canvas bag i lug around.

HOLY CRAP i have everything black. omg i sound so emo.

back to me and the shit i'm in.

well. i have a 2% chance of getting into IVP, a 3% chance of getting into FPS and no chance at all at getting into CAP. i wonder which asshole let me get the DSA for English.

i've got no RS group to fall back on.

i've got 22 days to complete a selection test of which i haven't even thought about. scratch that. make it 20 days, considering the fact that there's christmas service and a christmas party at my house. oh wait, make it 15 days, 'cos i've got to attend youth camp.

to top it all off, i've got 7 days after that to write a winning essay so i can get into FPS, and to suck up to my english teacher so she'd write a good comment for me.

someone do me a favour.

STICK A DAGGER IN MY HEAD.

TABOO.

2005-12-03T16:44:00.000+08:00

thailand has enough tourism as it is.

thus, i shall touch on the bad points of thailand. [yes, this is another incessant string of complaints from a very fussy girl.]

ISSUE #1.

cockroaches.

yup, cockroaches.

loathsome little things which just happen to crawl into the dressing room while i'm trying on clothes.

it's a miracle that i didn't scream bloody murder.

so the silly thing runs in circles around my feet a la my youngest cousin Sabrina after her daily fix of sugar. it took me a while to realise that i was wearing new shoes and i wouldn't want cockroach guts sprayed all over the sole so i dashed out of the dressing room [fully clothed].

it was a stupid sight. it felt like the cockroach was being an asshole-texan police officer driving around those marijuana junkies.

moving on.

ISSUE #2.

i shall now touch on the very taboo issue of size.

to put it bluntly, the clothing sizes in thailand are made for MIDGETS. it's almost as if the clothes in the shops were circa the 1800s when people wore bloody whale bone corsets.

every time i try on a shirt i feel like The Hulk trying to fit into a tankini. honestly. and if anyone mentions The Hulk in front of me ever again, i shall personally disembowel you with the skill of an undertaker from early Egypt.

maybe i should just plaster the words "SKINNY ISN'T THE ONLY SIZE PEOPLE COME IN" on my forehead.

ah well. life sucks that way.

toodles!

YMCD.

2005-11-27T01:09:00.000+08:00

ohmygosh i'd be a bastard if i didn't post this straight away.

Y.M.C.D. was DUH BOMB.

shit i'm starting to cry again. i've been crying since the play ended.

i never knew i was going to miss our seniors so much.

Even now we look back with unmasked nostalgia, and shamelessly reminisce. Prematurely. Because when it is pronounced opportune to do so, we know, like an unspoken acknowledgement, that it will be far too late.

By then, tears will need to be dried, roses will have wilted, and the final curtain will have fallen, and but hopefully we will not be left floundering in its wake.

2005-11-26T00:45:00.000+08:00

1) rock or rap? : rap. no rock. eh rap. grr now i'm confused.
2) guitar or drums? : guitar. thus the constant air-guitar playing.
3) xbox or PS2? : i've got no life so i shall say neutral.
4) coke or pepsi? : coke light please.
5) winter or summer? : SUMMER in miami, WINTER in paris.
6) yahoo or aol? : msn? fine yahoo.
7) condoms or pills? : pass.
8) white or black? : both? both then.
9) acoustic guitar or electric guitar?: electric all the way.
10) pen or pencil? : a quill x) okay fine, a pen.
11) computer or cellphone? : i can't live without either.
12) 1 or 2? : 1
13) bed or couch? : bed. couch's aren't exactly very suitable.
14) 110 or 220? : 110
15) shower or bath? : shower. i don't like knowing i'm sitting in dirty water. and yet i prefer sitting down. i should put a stool in the shower.
16) dvd player or vcr player? : DVD.
17) home phone or cell phone? : home. i don't have to pay the bills for that one.
18) mcdonald's or jollibee? : jollibee sounds retarded. definitely McD's.
19) vodka or beer? : vodka looks like milk. or was it the other half of the shot i was looking at. well i suppose beer.
20) dogs or cats? : dogs.
21) right or left? : left.
22) driver or passenger? : passenger. i might knock someone over if i drive a truck.
23) fried or spanish rice? : what's spanish rice? pass.
24) mom or dad? : pass.
25) 666 or 333? : 333. OBVIOUSLY.
26) buffalo or honey BBQ wings? : i don't know if i've eaten buffalo wings. and i sure don't like honey BBQ ones. neutral, then.
27) kobe bryant or michael jordan? : michael jordan. who's kobe bryant? i've only heard of him.
28) communist or nationalist? : a very josh-like answer. HUH?
29) south or north? : north. right at the tippity-top.
30) 1st or last? : last from the back? heh. last is more achievable though.
31) gold or silver?: gold. we have white gold for that.
32) Au or Ag? : i have no idea what this question is but Ag i suppose.
33) do's or dont's? : do's. positivity.
34) kiss or w/ tongue? : hmm.
35) metallica or guns n roses? : truth is, i like neither.
36) sleep or eat? : sleep.
37) dazed or confused? : dazed. i hate looking stupid.
38) laughter or anger? : laughter.
39) long or short? : -giggles. what context?
40) nice or sweet? : nice.
41) 6 pieces or half 'a' dozen? : 6 pieces. less syllables.
42) comedy or drama? : comedy. i like to laugh.
43) friends or family? : friends.
44) crush or X? : ehh... no comment.
45) nemo or stitch? : both are irritating gits. ehh no. nemo is adorable.
46) buzz or woody? : WOODY! buzz is cocky and ugly. bleagh.
47) freddy or jason? : both give me the creeps. neither.
48) regular or summer school? : singapore has summer school?
49) hot or warm? : hot please.
50) fender or marshal? : next.
51) lead or rhythm? : lead.
52) hat or beanie? : beanies make my head look stupid. hat.
53) b-day or x-mas? : CHRISTMAS! celebrate the birth of Christ.
54) grinch or jack(nightmare b4 xmas?): grinch.
55) black&white or colored? : coloured. black & white can be so boring sometimes.
56) spoon or fork? : sporks forever.
57) triple or double A? : you mean the battery? oh i dunno. any one.
58) fruits or vegetables? : fruits. SAWHEET!
59) chores or grounded? : grounded. totally.
60) the simpsons or futurama? : simpsons. i like bart.
61) pimples or blackheads? : NEITHER. EVER.
62) english or tagalog? : english.
63) angel of death or sandman? : ehh. pass.
64) friendster or xanga? : eww neither.
65) chew or masticate? : -transylvanian accent- vat ze hell iz zat?
66) james or jaymz? : james. jaymz is so....... new-age wannabe-caucasian singaporean.
67) tacos or burritos? : tacos.
68) levi's or lee? : jeans are JEANS. honestly i can't tell the difference. but i suppose levi's.
69) hexagon or nonagon? : ...
70) bike or skateboard? : bike.
71) giant squid or whale? : whale. squids are scary.
72) werewolves or vampires? : werewolves. too many vampire movies out there.
73) superman or batman? : SUPERMAN!!!!! WHEE!!!!!
74) spider-man or venom? : venom. he's great when you use him in fights.
75) mario or luigi? : uh. mario? (who's luigi?)
76) witches or b*tches? : bitches.
77) hades or hell? : neither please.
78) smart-ass or sarcastic? : sarcastic. i'm one of that group after all.
79) burn or freeze? : burn. i don't like the idea of frostbites.
80) classwork or homework? : classwork. i can't concentrate at home.
81) math or science? : english? fine math. easier to understand.
82) hitler or stalin? : they are both ugly dolts. boo.....
83) integrated or segragated? : integrated. the more the merrier?
84) slow or fast? : i like slow. as long as it gets you somewhere. why bother rushing?
85) day or night? : day. i hate night-time.
86) macaroni or spaghetti? : MAC N CHEESE.
87) peanut butter or jelly? : peanut butter. CRUNCHY peanut butter.
89) famous or rich? : usually fame brings you money. it's an effective concept.
90) true or false? : true.
91) softcore or hardcore? : uh. come again?
92) freedom toast or freedom fries? : huh?
93) AC or heater? : air-conditioner please.
94) pac-man or tetris? : tetris. pac man is so... 2 seconds ago.
95) jimi hendrix or elvis presley? : presley. the dead king.
96) lazy or stubborn? : try both.
97) Man or Woman? : girl.
98) cheesy or chili? : cheesy all the way. chilli can be rather nauseating.
99) mary kate or ashley? : not a big fan of either. next.
100) yes or no? : yes. i mean. no. umm.... WHATEVER.

blah.

2005-11-24T18:31:00.000+08:00

after my regular fix of dilbert and pearls before swine, i shall now post some awkward codes i've collected in a small compartment of my documents since the 18th century.

I am 25% evil.
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well, that should be about it. oh shit i just missed The Simpsons. and it's all because of my easily developed addictions for fanfiction.

24,048 words yet still frikkin' uneasy.

toodles!

emo shit.

2005-11-24T17:52:00.000+08:00

well, if you are those emo coughshitscough people, then this would be rather offensive. ah well, to hell with it. i wouldn't want emos to be reading my blog anyway, if they even did.

basically, i'm tired of the bad poetry i'm seeing all over the net. is writing crappy poems about your boyfriend leaving you the only thing you know how to do? f***ing emos, the lot of you. [insert whiny voice of the Adam Levine sort] "My boyfriend broke up with me, I wanna slit my wrists till i get a haemorrhage and just get all of this shit over with, my life sucks" if you can bloody log on to the IRCs or even post bloody poems on how horrible your life is then you must be a rather happy kid considering that you actually have access to a computer.

He left me all alone,
Although I thought we were lovers.
I slide down to my bathroom floor,
And as I slit my wrists,
Blood red as wine drips onto the cold marble floor,
Though not as cold and numb as my heart has become.

oh please. boo-frikkin-hoo. i almost killed myself trying to write that emo shit. all emos ever write about are relationship problems, failed and, in my opinion, pointless suicides, how everyone hates them and their parents don't love them. well biatches, it's time to get some new material. no one wants to know about how sucky you think you're life is. start complaining only when you have some REAL problems.

here's a tip.

get a life.

yeah, spam my tagboard with hate messages for all i care.

good day.

2005-11-23T21:08:00.000+08:00

the tyranny of a monocracy.

doesn't anyone realise how cruel the world that we created can be? The world simply does not revolve around bands like Fall-Out Boy or new, considerably hip things like braces, as sad as i am to admit it.

we build upon the foundation of discrimination; our cornerstone the influence of others. is this a foreshadowing? The lies that we spin around only feed the scruplous. these are the people who succeed, these are the people who take advantage of the mistaken superficiality of it all; the elite.

being perfect, genetically and physically was, is and will be all that matters. no matter how many times the idiom 'Do not judge a book by its cover' is repeated, once everything is stripped down to basics, it is, in fact, human nature to only want physical perfection. A man with a heart disorder, though he holds a wide span of knowledge about the solar system, fundamentally will never be chosen to be an astronaut over someone who has a 20/20 eyesight, a clean record of allergies and disorders, though only grasps a fragment of the ideas that the other owns. it is cruel, that one is judged just upon their birth. no amount of hard work could change what they were born with. no amount of lies could do anything. we are what we are born with. our lives destined the moment the laboratory analysis comes out.

in truth, we are all slaves to the Stalinism of our society. as long as the exterior is up to standard, the rest could just be disguised, and neglected. society strives for perfection; a trade for the welfare of its community. unfortunately, all we can to is vent over the conspiracy theory and the oppression we live under, beacuse that is all we will ever have the capacity to do. we are hopelessly shoved to the side, and whilst the upper crust and public figures bask in the permanent glory of playing a part in society, our fellow average joes and those of minor roles ruefully fade into the backdrop.

they assure us that our opinions are valued, that our views do matter and that we can make a difference. however, when my inner cynic is released, it really makes me wonder whether it is just more propaganda being drummed into our brains, that it is a total load of garbage in the name of citizenship.

lamentably, society refuses to stand for non-compliance; or more accurately, non-compliance according to their terms. people who are willing to break out of the mold simply just get squeezed back in. the world lives by one policy: you need the society, the society does not need you.

sad, isn't it?

Any time tomorrow I will lie and say I'm fine
I'll say yes when I mean no
And any time tomorrow
The sun will cease to shine
There's a shadowman who told me so.

dumdeedum.

2005-11-21T23:57:00.000+08:00

i think i'm finally getting over my phobia of tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum. yay me!

well my story is hardly going anywhere and it is making me sad.

8 F***ING DAYS TO THE DEADLINE.

counting my blessings.

2005-11-20T19:39:00.000+08:00

i never thought it would ever happen. never even gave a tenth of my attention to it.

you yell at me, you look down upon me, you compare me with others, you trod on my dreams, you admit you hate me, you love me,you buy me what i want. i hate you for not understanding. i wanted to kill you. but now i turn the blame upon myself.

i had taken the entire subject lightly. as i think about it now, it's overwhelming.

you are always there for me. but knowing that one day, you, like the rest, will too slowly walk out of my life. and soon, i will walk out of everyone's.

it's death.

i love you, Lord, for all the things you have done for me, for guiding me, for letting me know that you will always be with me, for being my cornerstone. There are so many things i want to thank you for, that one small paragraph like this will never be enough.

i love you, dad, no matter how much i yell and scream at you, i still love you being there when i'm going through the toughest of times and putting up with my incessant complaints.

mum, i love you, even though i say i don't. without you, i'd be empty.

i love you, hoi man, though you irritate the hell out of me at times with your rants. but i love you all the same. your craziness, your warped psychology. everything.

i love you, khai, for staying by my side, and being my best friend. to put it simply i love you.

i love you, mich, for being you. you are always there to reply my silliest of greetings with a smile. you are our voice of reason.

i love you, ozy, and i love our pointless debates on the net. forever my partner for bimbotic rants about hot guys, i love you.

all the crazy biatches of 601'04, i love you. you people are always there, and knowing that we had gone through so much, i just simply love you freaks.

to 106'05's spunky chicas, i can't help but love you all. you put up with my antics, you give me hugs when i'm down, you cheer for me even though it is the tiniest of achievements. i love you to bits.

anna, i love you too. though you bombard me with reasons why LOTR is better than Harry Potter, and artsy-fartsy facts about drawing, you are always on MSN when i need someone to talk to. have a big html hug.

erika, you twisted, twisted, twisted thing, i love you as well. your pranks, your darkness, and everything else besides you laughing at me makes me love you.

jodee, you have earned my love too. everyday, your simply bimbotic mindset just gives me something to laugh at and i love you from the bottom of my heart.

and now valerie, i love you. no matter how ridiculous you are, i'll never find someone like you who can join me in our fight towards our CAP portfolio and our lame jokes.

i love you, norashiqin toh. you may spout utter bullshit at parts of the day but you're a frikkin' kickass friend. feel the love.

i love you as well, jia li. sitting beside me for every chinese tuition, for 2 terms and being in the same class as the schizophrenic me for 5 years, i love you so much, my clever little friend.

barry, as unexpected as it is, i love you. i can't imagine a day without your sad display name on my laptop, and i would feel sad if you die before i do. you showed me the other side of life, a life full of struggles. in the words of natasha bedingfield, i love you i love you i love you.

marco and sander, i love you two assholes too. you were seriously like two older brothers to me during the BMI days, and i will never forget that. the both of you have moved on, and i should too. but i still love you.

i love all of you. i do.

there are some people not listed above whom i haven't forgotten. it's just that if you left me, i probaby wouldn't bat an eyelid. i'm sorry.

austin, you are my first and probably only fan of my threads on gaia. i've left it now, of course. only someone as crazy as you would try to get my email address and add me on MSN. i don't talk to you much, but i thank you for being in my life.

ursula, my sister on the net, you make me feel happy. and i thank you for that.

cathy, my greatest friend during my runescape times, you never ignored me, and you were one of the nicest people in the world. i thank you so much.

atiqa, you horny asshole. thank you for bringing the craziness in the world to me in bite-sized packages.
all of you help me get out of bed every day. i love you.

this is your cynic speaking.

2005-11-19T19:39:00.000+08:00

for the sake of repeating the title, this is your cynic speaking. i am now highly irritated by the fact that there seems to be unidentified swelling going on on my knee. i shall poke it with a pin sooner or later. then it might deflate.

i had a rather traumatic taste of how cuckoo my seniors can go and it wasn't pretty. no one likes to watch a lap dance unless it's performed on them.

due to constant dehydration, my lips are burning with a vengeance.

i am -beep-ing ticked at people for thinking i'm a sotong. for God's sake it's my bloody face, not me. assholes. and if livia reads this she'd probably post some bullshit on my tagboard about how i am really blur not that it's my face. heck she can be an asshole if she wants.

i know i'm rude.

and that i'm an angstwhore.

i've been writing for two frikkin' hours and only 13,856 words. i bet microsoft word is screwed up. probably halving my word count or something.

i am too angsty to sign off with 'toodles'.

[insert very vulgar goodbye]

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LAND AHOY!

2005-11-18T15:19:00.000+08:00

i have discovered my undying love for thesaurus'. I LOVE YOU <3 w0 aIi NiI n3hX, k3k3x sHo Ke 4i WoRhX.

okay that was utter bullshit.

meh. spent most of the time vegetating on the couch in front of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. (time to squeal yet again) and The Simpsons. And, not forgetting, incessant head-banging to Nirvana a la ozzy osbourne in his prime.

my eyes need a rest. throbbing headache.

8,513 words and still going strong.

The HP Boy Marriage Quiz made by Sapphire.

toodles!

roar.

2005-11-18T01:04:00.000+08:00

UH HARRY POTTER TOTALLY ROCKED THE HOUSE. well they did cut out practically half the bloody thing but perhaps it was all the hot guys who made the movie, well, GORGEOUS. obviously there's tom felton, then there's daniel radcliffe [most definitely] and i have to admit, robert pattinson was quite charming. i shall stop hyperventilating now.

anyway, the song 'Collide' by Howie Day is making my ear drums bleed. it is seriously irksome and utterly stupid. if i took the lyrics literally it would become some sort of porn in words. besides, what kind of name is Howie Day? if that excuse of a name belonged to me, i'd be first in line at the ministry waiting to change my name. i wouldn't even mind some ridiculous name like Peggy Sue. oh wait. i would. but that's besides the point.

this post is becoming rather bimbotic so i should stop with the rants now.

yet again, i don't think so.

you know, i'm starting to think i'm a pregnaphobe. i mean, a head sticking out of your crotch isn't exactly a thing that brightens up your day, is it? and think of the perpetual morning sickness. i should stop with the gory details.

7059 words and counting.

toodles!

-

2005-11-16T23:23:00.000+08:00

basically, this post is just to cover up the last one so i won't be greeted by a troop of retards everytime i open the Internet Explorer. yes, my blog is my homepage. pathetic, i know.

well, so far i've written 6,010 words. only 43,990 words to go in this mad dash, victoria. i have retired from writing for today, and so i'm here on Blogger.

the holidays are stupendously boring. i'm reduced to going to xiaxue.blogspot.com in search of entertainment like some pimply old guy. ok now i realise that there is a very fine line between 'satire' and 'just plain creepy'.

now i'm battling an annoyingly excruciating stomachache. i shall leave you here while i retreat to the toilet. toodles!

...

2005-11-15T14:11:00.000+08:00

thanks to these homos, i've finally found a reason to commit suicide.

bleagh.

2005-11-14T15:48:00.000+08:00

i'm now incessantly chewing on my bottom lip. just came back from two lousy injections and my left arm is throbbing with the power of a mach 5 engine.

i can hardly move my left arm. and have i mentioned that typing this post is a GARGANTUAN effort on my part? ah well. i don't want my blog dead anyway. CPR isn't the most exciting and appealing thing in the world.

RARR. i'm practically clawing at my keyboard. there's this nagging thought at the back of my head instigating me to go crash the gala premiere. apart from the movies, i doubt there will be any worthy celebrities there. i am not exactly bubbling in my seat hoping to catch a glimpse of wannabes like kim wakerman.

WHOOHOO! i have finally found the magical website in which atiqa watched practically the entire show. video ahoy! toodles!

grunt.

2005-11-12T16:38:00.000+08:00

i realise that i have this UNCANNY ABILITY to trip over almost everything in sight. i thought i had gotten over the klutzy phase. apparently not.

like today, supposedly new-and-improved victoria was walking around the pitch-black K.S. Chee theatre, and i ALMOST STEPPED ON MY SENIOR'S HEAD. but HA! i saw it in time. and guess what? the old victoria had to kick in again and i caught my foot in the strap of the bag that my senior was lying on and i fell over, and the senior's head hit the floor cos i shifted the bag out of place. (sorry sarah T_T)

so i assume everyone hates me now.

maybe i should just carry a torch light around from now on. it's good for blinding creepy strangers too. oh but i might swing the torch around too much and hit someone's head. grr.

argh i missed one tree hill again. JAMES LAFFERTY <3 ! sHo sHuAix! kEkEx (: now is time for me to squeal with the zeal of a rabid fangirl who has just brushed her fingers across sylvester sim's trademark pineapple hair. toodles!

yoho yoho a pirate's life for me.

2005-11-10T16:35:00.000+08:00

the harry potter craze is getting to me. harry potter icons are popping up all over my computer like dandelions in spring. but seriously. WHO can resist SO MANY hot guys in ONE MOVIE? and singapore takes SO LONG just to get the bloody tape. CD. DVD. whatever.

everyone's working on their CAP portfolio and IVP selection test. i signed up for both and i haven't done shit. oh well. i don't suppose blogging is the best thing to be doing now.

heck i'll just do the normal research studies project then. it might be fun. BUT I DON'T HAVE AN EFFING GROUP thanks to *cough* anna erika jodee and val. oh wait. i do. hey, cool! i have a group. shamira and xu rui. better than nothing.

i actually EXERCISED today. i swam 31 laps, which is considered rather good for my pitiable athletic standard. maybe i'll finally get a tan.

there's a box of chocolates in my room. TEMPTATION. i will not, and shall not acknowledge its presence. wouldn't want a morning of hard labour and an afternoon of exercise go to waste.

now, i shall pardon myself to literally look for trouble so i can come up with an invention for it. toodles!

poems.

2005-11-10T00:17:00.000+08:00

everyone i know is posting bloody poems on their blog. so i shall be an asshole and write one spontaneously.

Max the Milkman,
Was driving his van,
While whistling, his fat stomach rumbled.
He tilted his butt,
And let out a fart,
Then off the Earth's surface he tumbled.

Thank you, thank you very much. I am the next Sylvia Plath.

Little Miss Muffet (uncut)

2005-11-09T17:24:00.000+08:00

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

The Muffet went back
And checked her gun rack,
Grabbing a .357.
Finding the spider,
She sat down beside her
And blew that poor sucker to heaven.

mmpfh.

2005-11-08T12:05:00.000+08:00

chain mail is irritating the hell out of me. if all those things were true, i'm gonna be a old hag who will never get married until i'm at least 112, my non-existant love life will be screwed, i would have gotten hit by a car 27 times, and most likely be dead by now due to a certain bloody mary appearing on my ceiling every night trying to strangle me. sheesh.

mmm..... sourcing through fanfiction now... nothing much today.

rarr. have to go back to rosyth today. usually if it was for visiting i'd be ecstatic, but it's for choir and i have to practice the pseudo-solo. is mdm yeong THAT mentally inept that she thinks I can pull that HIGH note off? pfft.

i've been pissed at many things lately so if i have been displaying exceptionally moronic behaviour to some people, especially shamira, i apologise.

bimbos.

2005-11-06T18:44:00.000+08:00

BIMBOS. unavoidable, unbearable and uncivilised. every five seconds, at least 2 bimbos materialise in front of your face. maybe one day, they'll substitute expired yakult with expired super-glue and use it as a facial mask. let them glue their bloody hands to their faces. disgusting freaks.

ah well, i shall not further dampen my mood talking about those potato-heads.

love is over-rated. the same feeling comes from eating mass amounts of chocolate.

i shall slam a certain person whose name starts with 'N' and ends with 'ora' for she has tagged almost everyone's blogs except mine. booooooooooooooo...........

now that this highly moronic and attention-seeking entry is over, i shall go off and admire my currently neon-yellow toenails. toodles!

i have issues. like seriously.

2005-11-02T18:09:00.000+08:00

here goes, another brainless rant drived by teenage angst. sheesh i've got this empty feeling. yet again. i actually WANT to have psychological/family/academical problems so i'll have a reason to suck at everything. if not, i'll just have to admit that i'm not good enough. which is hard, judging by the fact that i always JUST miss the mark, no matter how much effort i put in. i'm not making sense.

grr.

2005-11-01T21:10:00.000+08:00

i feel like strangling my platypus. today has been an annoyingly nauseating day, my ass seems to be burning with the flames of hell. oops. i shall make it more, gentle. my ass seems to be burning with the flame of a bunsen burner on full gas.

spent the first few hours of the morning feeling like a git 'cos i thought there was school. did a teensy bit of my webpage. heck i'd probably need to go for detention but practically 4/5 of my classmates do too. i think i'll get double-detention for not submitting that RS project. ah well. just screwed up my future.

those twits from OM are seriously toying with our brains. no one i know has received an email of confirmation yet. i'm sure i won't get in but at least send me a rejection email. come on, even an "i hate your effing guts and so you're not in OM" would be fine. wow i'm desperate.

to make today worse, our class reunion has been moved to the 14th. how peachy. obviously i wouldn't miss youth camp. i mean, GOD, or CLASSMATES. the choice is kinda obvious, isn't it?

i'm sick of people going around saying, "Screw the world." i could say something really offensive now but it just won't be publicly accepted. i shall not defame my blog like that.

The University of Blogging

Presents to
Victoria

An Honorary
Bachelor of
Anonymous Commenting

Majoring in
Whingeing

Signed
Dr. GoQuiz.com

Blogging Degree
From Go-Quiz.com

ah well.

2005-10-28T20:26:00.000+08:00

well, the OM audition today sure was screwed up. i gave the STUPIDEST of answers, and hannah was giving all those CREATIVE, ORIGINAL, COMPLETELY GEP-ER kind of answers. i shall whack her with an ugly stick. and i brought a sodding apple for yifei and shamira's scene, cough a very EXPENSIVE one cough, and they didnt use it. how crap. gonna let it rot then stuff it into their bags. the worst part was when the judges asked, "So, Victoria, you're in ELDS right? What did you act as?" hawh and i was like, "Umm... *turns away* a corpse." they didn't look impressed.

i almost snorted my brains out when yifei started singing. for some reason i always start laughing when anyone sings 'I Believe I Can Fly". i mean, who doesn't? so i was standing at the side with nora trying to hold back my laughter.

netball carnival was... fun. i'm like in love with the sports-people in my class. they all look so cool! ok exclamation marks are annoying. but seriously, they are. after the games val and i decided to hunt down the sports-people in our class and make them do that intense look of concentration again. heck i know we're irritating. ha i was a cheerleader. our cheer is like the BEST partially 'cos a genius like me wrote it.

106, we'll rock the town, we're so hot you'll all turn brown;
1,2,3 or 3,2,1 count back count front we'd still have won.
106, we'll beat the rest, fat or thin we're still the best;
We've got brains and we've got brawn so just go back and mow your lawn.(by nora)
106, we're coming your way, those who fight us sure are suay;
Spiderman can spin a web but 106 can squash you flat! (by nora)

rarr.

2005-10-27T20:57:00.000+08:00

i still want a tattoo. but my mum said that she would skin me alive if i did. shouldn't have pushed it and asked her whether i could get one when i become 21. now she's gonna chain me to my room.

YAY! i'm going to the zoo! ORANG-UTANS! I LOVE YOU! i wanna eat with them. actually, i can just do that when i go for the class chalet. LOTS of orang utans there, if you get what i mean.

well, i realised that my tagboard is uncomfortably stagnant. maybe it isn't conspicuous enough. i should just be a dipshit and put one enormous tagboard in the middle of my blog and don't post at all. hey that'll be cool.

poor girl. some person from 104 had her finger severed off. apparently they were playing around and they tried to lock her outside and her finger got caught. the bone was visible and it was like dangling and all. eww. the worst thing is that it might have been her best friend who had slammed the door.

16/25,27/30,28/40,22/30,40/50,19/40,19/30.

i want a tattoo.

2005-10-26T18:41:00.000+08:00

i shall repeat the title. i want a tattoo. i think tattoos are nice. val wants one too. anyway, i wonder what i should get. maybe a shapeless blob. a blob that a six-year-old could do with a permanent marker. i'm gonna give my cousin a zebra marker for her birthday and hopefully she'll draw on me while im napping. shapeless blob; the eternally-changing way of life. wow. how deep.

oh goodness. quizilla is down again. i shall have to wait a long while till i get to start poisoning my brain with fanfic again.

NPCC talk. "Jumping from heights. We will teach you what to close and what to open." erik was like "Never open your legs, especially if you're a guy." real insightful, erik.

Do you want a strawberry?
Yea!
Well you can't.
Why?
'Cos you're stupid.
I'M NOT STUPID!
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I'M NOT STUPID! I'M NOT STUPID!
xP
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *whomp*

wow.

2005-10-25T20:10:00.000+08:00

i think i might have just come up with a new concept. "The Weakest Twit" They'd probably all get kicked out in the preliminary rounds so the host is the only participant left. if the host isnt a twit too. they would probably be too busy doing screwed up poses in the camera and fidgeting with the pink podiums.

ha.

2005-10-24T21:46:00.000+08:00

http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com

Heck it's one of the best blogs i've ever seen. as it's so f***ing funny. kudos to nora for recommending.

you know what? i think those irritating asses should just shut their crap-filled mouths 'cos if i ever hear them praising themselves again i am going to laugh till i piss in my pants and maybe even regurgitate my own poop.

i think a heavy british accent is so funny and easy to pull off.

im so confused. now im worried that everything i type on this sodding blog will be considered twit-ish and pinkster. oh well. comfort in the knowledge that i don't type lYke dIs worhx. kekehx.

UHH!

2005-10-23T20:10:00.000+08:00

ohmygosh i'm like so pissed right now. you see, there was this crap junk mail that stuti sent to me, about like all your info and stuff, and i filled in stupid answers like "Starsign: Starbucks" and sent it to a LOT of people, to let people know what an ass junk mail is. and guess what? it gets circulated. to top it all off, the completely original ideas of mine (hawh! shut up.) was not deleted but instead spreading around like wild fire under other people's names. uhh i don't care if i sound like a hyper-bimbotic freak with all the 'like's but this is TOTALLY an infringement on my rights. i mean like, RESPECT INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. or just go burn in hell.

alright, glad that's over with. i feel like pseudo-bitching some more but it's too tiring. oh well. still trying to find Nelly's Get It Poppin'. i dont think i should chart my progress like kejia does. ha! kejia_is_a_hubalee@hotmail.com . ahh... yet another victoria loke original.

i sound so friggin self-obsessed.

YIPPEE!

2005-10-21T18:02:00.000+08:00

ahhh... guilt-free pleasures are flooding in. all the papers are done with, and i have no regrets. just keep telling myself that. i did well. i have no regrets.

anyway, went pseudo-shopping with na, erik, jodee, val, lau kok kok and shami. i have developed a weird habit of calling anna 'na'. haha. spices up life. well we bought tickets to 'Into the Blue'. i left halfway. it sucked. the only thing is that Paul Walker is hot.

oh well. i felt nauseous too. still feeling nauseous. in fact, ive been nauseous for the whole day. all those exam nerves are getting to me.

so, the thing is, i dont have shit to do during this after exam period. oohh.... drama night. OM audition. ah well. formulating plots in my head. teehee.

rarr. nothing can cure the insane boredom and nausea i face. i feel so... carefree. im starting to sound like a sanitary napkin advert.

hawh.

2005-10-19T13:54:00.000+08:00

UHH. geography paper tomorrow. school ended early today so im blogging. i SERIOUSLY think im gonna get booted out of the school. completely messed up my Literature essay, English essay, Chinese Paper 2 and today's History paper. i just hope they dont wear cleats. ow.

anyways, i feel bugged. it keeps raining when i want to study and i end up sleeping instead. grr. curse you. ahh.... still harping on my stupid fisherman story. i am SO going to fail. i am now going to stomp around the house in a ferociously bad mood. right after this post. maybe i'll take a bath first. well i WILL stomp around the house in a ferociously bad mood some time today.

im sick of junk mail. im sick of history. im sick of rushing through my essays. im sick of people who use leet speak. im sick of being tired. im sick of having to wear a sodding hairband for the rest of the week. im sick of that bloody prefect who gave me my first booking. im sick of the ants crawling around on my bed. im sick of my brother who is the reason there're ants crawling around on my bed. im sick of the template i have now. im sick of studying the Tang dynasty. im sick of repeating things. im sick of having to tell people how much today's history paper sucked. im sick of screweing up every friggin essay i write. im sick of swearing so much. im sick of having no self control. im sick of the ultimate backache i have now. im sick of having a bedroom meant for 3-year-olds. im sick of my "study table" being as high as my knees. im sick of the make-shift study table being so shaky. im sick of this laptop which keeps going into hibernation. im sick of being sick of things. boy do i sound like that whiny boy in the comprehension passage.

i guess i shall change the template of my blog on friday. once the principal's address is over. and once the audition is over (it's so hard being the director). i need a massage. i need a bath.

me and my little rants. again.

2005-10-16T18:50:00.000+08:00

here i am, sitting on an itchy red swivelly chair in my overly bright, ant-infested room, accompanied by my little rants. again.

our planet is BLOOMING with unoriginal doodooheads. you dont give a stupid explanation for copying someone's handwriting. NO ONE believes that "everyone copies 's handwriting, so i copied 's instead." crap. AND, if you cant act, you CANT. stop forcing yourselves onto others. that was suggestive. ANYWAY, just keep quiet and stop singing who-knows-what in a different language during lessons. heck I sing but at least i do it after school or in between lessons. oh yes. HELLO?! if i know i created something, it means i did. you didnt. loser.

ahh and CUT IT with the emo-punk-goth crap. people going around pretending that they are oh-so-depressed and no one likes them and their grades are in the dirt and their parents dont give a donkey's yellow teeth about their feelings is just IRRITATING 'cos it's NOT EVEN TRUE. for goodness sake, if you have a GPA of above 3.2, if you are popular (somewhat), if you have NEVER quarelled with your mum until you got slapped in front of a stranger, if you dont have a stupid sibling ruining your life, if you go to a top-ranking school, if you have your own computer, if you have your own dog and whatnot, you must be pretty darn lucky, dont you think? people somewhere, some place, dont have parents, live next to a dump, are abused by their foster family or whoever, are anorexic/bulimic, get violated every week and there you are whining your rich ass away. posers.

i ALSO think that it is VERY silly to go around thinking you're weird, special, blah just because you say that you "hate preps", "rock on", "sk8er" etc.. And why cant people be more open-minded? if people like music other than MCR, Fall-Out Boy, Good Charlotte and so on, doesn't mean they're freaks and the music sucks. Everyone just keeps listening to the same thing over and over and think they're so unique and do everything in a unique way just because the band is. you go to their concert and guess what? SOLD OUT. you're not the ONLY person in the world who likes their music, so why are you acting like that? i love the above bands (maybe not good charlotte that much) so that was no way an insult to them. And it gets annoying when you become a silly fangirl. you like ANY song that everyone likes even though it's against your beliefs blah. and when people ask you why you keep changing tastes, you just say, "i have a wide taste in music". PLEASE. you're NOT as hyped up as you think you are.

i suppose that was enough. when i am further angered by my surroundings, i shall rant again. ehh i'll probably be posting a happy-go-lucky post again. this is occasional. exam stress is getting to my head.

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2005-10-13T23:11:00.000+08:00

this made me happy yet sad. so i shall show you this thingamabob that launched me into slight schizophrenia:

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. If not for you, someone may not be living.

8. You are special and unique.

9. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.

10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.

11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.

12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.

13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

14. Always tell someone how you feel about them, you will feel much better when they know.

15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them now that they are great.

2005-10-10T18:28:00.000+08:00

heehee. thought i would be nice and show you the flash or whatever you call it that i've been talking about. HOWEVER, Blogger's being an ass and craps up the animation. how sad. if you wanna see it ask me. i might send it to you. i shall try uploading again. maybe it'll work this time. great it doesn't.

ooh! i found this SERIOUSLY GOOD DEFINITION. i dont wish to be mean to those emo people coughposerscough out there but i just really agree with this definition. "Genre of softcore punk music that integrates unenthusiastic melodramatic 17 year olds who dont smile, high pitched overwrought lyrics and inaudible guitar rifts with tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), ripped chucks with favorite bands signature, black square rimmed glasses, and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5 ths of the face at an angle." isn't it true?

2005-10-02T22:33:00.000+08:00

ha! i shall be nice and post again so when people actually come to my blog there's something new to read.

I LOVE BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY.

my ezcema is acting up again and i hate it. why cant it skip MY generation? why didn't my dad get it? huh? HUH? oh right. over-reacting.

i hate it when abbrieviated words are used. pisses me right off. hehe just remembered a funny saying. better to be pissed off than pissed on.

well that was a hoot. calamine calamine calamine lotion, calamine calamine calamine lotion.

my lack of the sense of taste is made up for by a sensitive sense of smell. everything gross smells more pungent. whoop-dee-doo.

uhh. CRAMPS. 10.33pm already. so many insults, so little time.

2005-09-30T17:37:00.000+08:00

BOO x) im back! hehe. rarr i've lost my voice. sickeningly sad. oh well. crap dinner smells disgusting. and somehow, i've developed a fear of ketchup. must be all those strepsils.

for some unknown reason, i keep wondering whether what happened really happened, or whether i was just hallucinationg. great all those pills are getting to me.

hawhaw i've got 5 types of pills and 3 bottles of syrup.they taste disgusting though.

boohoo i'm missing nora and jiali. jiali is nice and smart, nora is nice and spastic. yes it seems that my vocabulary can't stretch further than nice but hey, what do you expect? sniffsniff.

gee i'm thirsty.

2005-09-22T19:35:00.000+08:00

haha! here's a funny image xD

Simon - Lifehouse

2005-09-19T17:37:00.000+08:00

Simon - Lifehouse

Catch your breath,
Hit the wall,
Scream out loud,
as you start to crawl

Back in your cage.
The only place
Where they will
Leave you alone.

'cause the weak will seek the weaker until they've broken them,
Could you get it back again?
Would it be the same?

Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense,
Left you with no defense,
They tore it down.

And I have felt the same as you,
I've felt the same as you,
I've felt the same

Locked inside
The only place
Where you feel sheltered
Where you feel safe.

You lost yourself
In your search to find
Something else
To hide behind.

The fearful always preyed upon your confidence.
Did they see the consequence
When they pushed you around?

The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones,
Breaking them 'til they've become
Just another crown.

And I have felt the same as you,
I've felt the same as you,
I've felt the same.

Refuse to feel anything at all,
Refuse to slip,
Refuse to fall.
Can't be weak,
Can't stand still.
You watch your back,
'Cause no one will.

You don't know why they had to go this far.
Traded your worth for these scars
For your only company.
Don't believe the lies
That they told to you.
Not one word was true.
You're alright,
You're alright,
You're alright.

And I have felt the same as you,
I've felt the same as you,
I've felt the same as you,
I've felt the same.

P.O.ed

2005-09-17T13:26:00.000+08:00

what the f***. when will people stop claiming credit for MY ideas? hell, everyone thinks it's their idea just because they repeat what i said but louder and they are popular. normal people ARE capable of thoughts too. i mean, when will those blithering idiots just sod off? just because they do the labour while i provide ideas doesnt mean that THEY came up with it. Colonel Sanders came up with KFC but you dont see the cashiers getting all the credit, do you? and please, when you friggin' want to commend an idea could you just get the facts right? i think it's f***ing sickening when i dont get the credit i deserve. ever heard of respecting intellectual property? it wouldnt take a shit just to tell someone that it wasnt your sodding idea in the first place instead of going "huh? no... i dont want to" if they ask you to present the idea supposedly "yours". f***, people will just think you're modest. assholes.

i hope people will actually take this post seriously cos it isnt some happy-go-lucky post as always. despite the vulgarities.