I hate Razr now
Monday, August 28, 2006

YWith love, Valerie

Are you dying on me?
Saturday, August 26, 2006

I couldn't have time to exactly count how many butterflies and maggots there are swirling in my stomach as I was talking to my ex-boyfriend I had met by chance in Takashimaya with my really flushed face. I thought I have fallen for him the second time. Hahaha. And it's good to know you look so hot now, especially yesterday when I see you in your white polo and smart black pants. Good to know we're still friends.

And I think my phone is dying and it's time to get a new one.
How about the Motorola Gold Razr V3i!?

YWith love, Valerie

Slap you right back
Thursday, August 24, 2006

Good morning. I came here with a sole purpose to rant before I leave for The Last Paper.

Some fucknut teacher in school slapped my brother. This is really infuriating. However naughty my brother may be, I don't think he even deserve that kind of humiliation. One of these days I hope my mom don't stop me as I'm gonna pick up my pen and churn out a complaint and address it right to the principal of XMS (or MOE?). That teacher die die die... This isn't the first time already and that's the problem. Ugh!

YWith love, Valerie

Somewhere only we know
Thursday, August 24, 2006

Few hours more before the commencement of The Last Paper. That's when my holidays gonna rockin' start! In the noon, I attended a motivational talk with my mom & sis which urges people to give plenteous I love you's and hugs. Everybody seated has eyes like faulty faucets that can't stop leaking.
It has been contained quite awhile. I'm letting it all out. I love you family, friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, ex-boyfriends, the crush(es), ex-crushes, ex-colleagues, neighbours, strangers, Latte, Andrew de Torres, music-makers, down to the ants in my house. Don't snigger 'cause the talk made me do it. P.S. Pie I am so proud of you tonight. I'm glad I nudged you at the ass to make you go up and say some words. I love you too.

YWith love, Valerie

Maybe it's just me, couldn't you believe?
Tuesday, August 22, 2006

It's 4am I'm waking up to your perfume.
I was trying to disappear, but you got me wrapped around you.
I can hardly breathe without you.
I was trying to disappear, but I got lost in your eyes now.
You brought me down to size now.


you know you got me off my highest guard.
Dear Latte, I feel like getting a bob haircut, perm&dye or probably both if I have two heads. Now play me some music.
P.S. Did i mention my iPod's petname is now Latte? (/Latte says hi to everyone)

YWith love, Valerie

I want sweet dreams
Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Got all cracked up by the idiosyncrasies of Grey's Anatomy. It's 2.01 am already. I am heavily zapped of all mortal strength to even keep my eyes open but I don't wish to sleep just yet, for fear of one more nightmare like last night. It isn't about Frankestein, ninja turtles slaying demons or Sylvester Sim gracing Playgirl's cover. It's something deplorable and could land 4 humans in dire straits, I wouldn't want to relive it over again or even just talk about it. What's more.. I am certainly rejoicing over the fact that I have forgotten the nitty-gritties of The Dream. Haven't you know I have this superb capability of filtering unhappy things out of my cognitive mental faculty? You bet I'm proud of that. For what is more golden than your own happiness. Hahaha 2.21 am now, sweet dreams to myself.

YWith love, Valerie

Turn Left Turn Right
Sunday, August 20, 2006

Finally handed the CD which had gathered moss over to Alvin. What a snipe hunt it was. I went under his block to wait for him as he went under mine to wait for me. Probably his green shirt blended in to the green foliage when we past each other by. Or probably I have this uncanny resemblance of an Auntie he gave no notice, or so he explained.

We chatted awhile under my block as if to make up for lost time. It's until now that I fully comprehend what absence of someone dear can do. The nostalgic days of squarehead, bigbutt and giant I've already kept them up somewhere in me. They will be like cookies in my hard disk for as long as I(you) know. Till the ocean runs dry, time stops slipping, sun not rising. HAHAHA poetically amusing. But. So much so you know.

YWith love, Valerie

Just toast & laugh
Saturday, August 19, 2006

Barbeque session over at Mercy's place. Were we little tad too wild? Because exam period definitely isn't over. Yesterday we screamed hello to the people on the boats. Today we rolled down the car's windows and screamed hysterically into the faces of strangers which strangely entered into spasm shortly after. And the whole trip was a blasting volume 21 "Let's Get Loud" pumping the speakers. Wicked fun. And I tried flirting with a primary 5 boy today. HAHAHA.

Dear red auntie, please come quickly, somewhere between now and one week later. I don't wanna bring you along for the shopping trip. Neither do I want to apply a visa for you. I hate you every month so much I hope you know.
Love, Valerie

YWith love, Valerie

Night to remember
Thursday, August 17, 2006

YWith love, Valerie

Cleopatra
Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Marilyn Monroe

Ever wonder why women tend to go to the restroom en masse, and men alone?
It is because women are generally more relationship-oriented than men and so take every possible chance to bond with one another. Besides, it also gives them the chance to trade hair and make-up tips. Hahaha true right!? Talking about make-up, late Queen of Egypt, Cleopatra, used pomegranate seeds to colour her lips before the introduction of lipsticks. The art of wearing make-up goes back 8,000 years, where in ancient Egypt, people popularized eye glitter by mixing their eye shadow with crushed iridescent beetle shells and believe that eyeliner can keep evil out.

Right. These are just some random things I have came across in the library today. What a wrong place it is. The main agenda to study for tomorrow's paper was uncompromised as I helped myself generously to the books on the shelves from Fiction to The Arts to Philosophy. Library ain't that conducive actually. Delifrance at Changi Airport is, because I definitely won't help myself to the food.

On a not-so-academic-wise note, I have packed more of coldplay, snow patrol, foo fighters, taking back sunday, and yellowcard into my Latte already! It gets stifling bored when travelling, you see.

YWith love, Valerie

Rad love
Monday, August 14, 2006

YWith love, Valerie

Snow Patrol - Chocolate
Monday, August 14, 2006

"This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive
all these places feel like home"
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Totally dig this video's hidden message. Go figure.

YWith love, Valerie

Please show me your killer smile. And I'll show you mine. :)
Saturday, August 12, 2006

Wanted to use picturesque language to describe the beauty of today's pyrotechnic displays, but I guess I'm not up to the job as any clearer you'll have to witness it yourself.
9p.m. We screamed at the top of our voices as the nightsky screamed with outlandish colours. Begrimed hair, oxidated make-up, getting squeamish over mobs, all appeared as nothing as the visual feast certainly spoke for itself.
Esplanade was like a clogged sewage pipe with faeces having a hard time passing through. Constipation-in-progress. I literally got propelled towards the Exit as those behind me just kept shoving their way through. So peeved I gave them a few of my handicapped faces.

Isn't that up yours hot..

Life probably gave you 10 incidents to be upset about now, but haven't you remember it once gave you 20 incidents to be happy about? In a nutshell, a breath-taking rollercoaster ride. Every down will just make you stronger. Every up will just make you wholesome. And that's life. That's love. :)

YWith love, Valerie

3 stories of demented people
Friday, August 11, 2006

Trying to act like morons who have never seen fireworks before by shouting loudly in the midst of the suffocating crowd, just in front of Singapore River. Sorry for the aberrant behaviour, but Amelia, Pepsi and I like to assume the image of being mentally incompetent at all time while we're together. ;) Damn and I saw the boy who steals G-strings (refer to below post)! Yea, my G-string boy. :)

Anticipated was the throng of commuters at Citylink Station. The train ride home was made interesting by the demented lady who shouted at the top of her voice in the cabin, hurling profanities and making people jump up. You know, jump up? 'Cause I saw some Indians being that startled. Prior that was a demented man outside Esplanade shouting and dancing, alone. I thought he was doing some Singapore Workout or something. It's home truly, untruly, ok whatever.

I dread holidays this time. It kills my hopes of seeing you.
Everytime we meet, my heart throb furiously, pumping more blood then ever.
Not suffering from oxygen deficit anymore, I would say, and certainly do felt much more alive.
This is something from the third demented person today.

YWith love, Valerie

My G-string boy
Thursday, August 10, 2006

Look how cheeky Louis can get sometimes. Girls, if you lose any of your G-strings... (points finger at Louis) Haha! With that said, I'm off to steal some boxers in my neighbourhood. Bye!

YWith love, Valerie

Will you still love me in the morning?
Thursday, August 10, 2006

Feels like I degraded myself a whole lot tonight, by going out with a juvenile delinquent and his bunch of fellow juvenile delinquents. They are not delinquents of course - just pseudo delinquents. Hahaha. What kept me sane tonight was probably Jin's presence as we do engage rather effortlessly. Not forgetting that I got all riled up by The Delinquent's string of dumb questions which are sickly nerve-racking. Unengaging boys don't even bother to stand a chance alright. GOOSE-FRABA! (therapeutic word)

We watched "Click!" and it was really awesome.
Will you still love me in the morning? Forever and ever, babe.
To treasure people around us, and to place family above all else. Good thing I knew that long ago, probably just not much in articulating the love I have for them. Just can't believe that a comedy actually made me cried twice..Adam Sandler is hot once again.

YWith love, Valerie

Orgasmic friendship(s)
Wednesday, August 09, 2006

YWith love, Valerie

Every pleasurable meetup..
Sunday, August 06, 2006

I'm leaving on a jetplane in October with Daddy & sister for a China/GZ business trip. I'm leaving on a jetplane end of this month as well.

Last night Dad says if I want to further my studies overseas in Australia or something I have to prove myself as an independent person. Wonder how am I going to substantiate that...

Please don't pine. Parting is necessary, as such every meet will be a pleasure. Haha :)

YWith love, Valerie

ORGASMIC!
Sunday, August 06, 2006

Never thought I'll make a post within this exam time frame as there's nothing interesting to talk about in this mundane month. 'Cuz I'll probably be burying my head in binded notes mutilated by ugly lines and alphabets, or pouring myself water glass after glass because I prefer satisfying my hunger this way.

Being a couch-potato in front of the TV for 2-hour long Anger Management is like a relief from a brain-sprain, after studying for the whole noon. Adam Sandler.. not very hot at a glance. But talented guys are attractive aye? Thus I find him tantalising now. Erm, tantalising...oh yea. And I learnt that vocalising "goose-fraba" when angry has therapeutic effect. I want to know if it's credible, so someone make me angry now?

Essence of this post: What sets today apart from the mundane ones so far is the piece of orgasmic news received through Amelia's SMS!!! After reading it, I pranced around in my room happily, sharing with my sister the good news - that GJ notices me too.

and now i kant evun typ propply cus i hav wooooblie hnads and fgniers...

Did I mention I share an orgasmic friendship with them as well?

YWith love, Valerie

it's our scratched affection
Thursday, August 03, 2006

Bad things come like boomerangs.
You meet it, you fix it, it says bye, and you say hello to the next.
Good things come like boomerangs.
You meet it, you love it, you screw it, it says bye, and you say hello to the next.

My head is a carousel of pictures where the spinning never stops.
One thing is bothering me a hell lot. I don't understand why this particular girl in my school had to flung her arms around his neck. I discompose when it comes to things that matter. Jealousy rides again. Dammit.

YWith love, Valerie

pleasing the crowds
Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Jesus Christ, last sunday I found out a guy that made me want to find out all about him. And I did. I wanted to send him an email saying you're hot and you sing well. And I did. Next he became my love supreme.
Prima facie, any would think I'm just another groupie. But I'm not. (Haha Chris fine?) Andrew and Eric together make up The Scene Aesthetic which deals with acoustic/indie rock/pop genre music. I do like indie rock and its subgenres for instance, emo. But in actual fact too much of it do make you lust for some R&B occasionally - those that make you guys' asses gyrate.
What a joke. I was still so much into Aaron Carter for his X-factor and muscular development many yesteryears ago. Now I'm so into Andrew de Torres. Looking futuristically, it'd probably still stay the same.
To the gender that produces ova, please keep your hands off the screen NOW!

Eric Andrew

Eric Andrew

Beauty in the Breakdownpurevolume

YWith love, Valerie