tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61233222012-02-16T22:57:51.783+08:00Hold my hand as we sail down Moon River please.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.comBlogger5611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-42069339161015668872007-03-04T13:50:00.000+08:002007-03-04T13:52:04.005+08:00I'm relocating.I guess close ones should have seen this coming long ago.So ask me for the new address; if not then wait patiently for "some day down the road" when I decide to open my heart for the world, I will reveal it here.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-43023747868520665322007-02-28T12:06:00.000+08:002007-02-28T12:19:30.856+08:00Booze, You and I“Eh thanks for staying back with me ah”“Er I had nowhere else to go too and I needed to study in peace!”“But do you realize there’s no one else left now..”“Huh really ah!” *turns around frantically* “ Yeah hor…”“So we’re alone in the classroom…”“Uh yeah so?”“So…”And that got me petrified of Round 2, because there wasn’t really booze, not in school of course; but ah, the Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-44727565056485345702007-02-27T20:33:00.000+08:002007-02-27T20:37:59.059+08:00Because It’s LoveI think my boy has the cutest pout ever when I turn his lips downwards with my own hands. And if there’s something in the world that could melt my jaded heart, this would be it (:I received this sms from Pest today:Haha, dear, you look so blissful when you're with him keep smiling non-stop =pAnd I thought, if my smiles indicate that much when I’m just with a lust-object (okay a Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-33501623088828897282007-01-26T23:19:00.000+08:002007-01-26T23:27:31.248+08:0020 this year and I've only just begun feeling blissfully ignorant and over-protected.Well then I should be thankful for the tumultously rewarding one year (or rather, soon-to-be- but it doesn't matter!) that we've had, because I've learnt a lot from you.I don't think I've ever got so close to losing it all, and it terrified me to no end.I know I perpetually never listen to advice and just love Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-9907364562639417182007-01-11T00:04:00.000+08:002007-01-11T00:13:41.419+08:00Dear XXX,It freaking hurts. It hurts so much that I'm troubled 24/7, I've a hard time concentrating on even the very first lecture of the semester, I've insomnia and the unfaithful heart wrenches at the most subtle reminder.I'm hurt and guilt-ridden baby. I've since come to dread meeting you in school so much that every semblance of you (ALL guys in shorts and cap combi) will never enter a Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-70007924817139312972007-01-08T19:50:00.000+08:002007-01-08T20:04:45.703+08:00Note To Self: Listen to the TeacherSo I've not even completed my first year and his prediction about leaving broken hearts in my wake came true.And I think I've let XXX down the most. It's typical isnt it- that those who wear their hearts on their sleeves get hurt the most. So I've inevitably, doesn't matter if it's unintentional or not because the irreparable damage has already been cast, turnedVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-80581758942872457492007-01-03T00:57:00.000+08:002007-01-03T01:01:28.001+08:00So I've just written what is undisputedly the most taxing letter to you!I've exhausted all my words, thus I'm at a loss for what's apt now.I hope the tears and efforts are worth it baby.You're STILL my everything.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-2387422857144067562006-12-28T23:34:00.000+08:002006-12-29T00:28:43.594+08:00Either You're In, Or You're Out.(pun intended heh)Today I left tears on your shirt.There was anger, definitely. There aren't many occasions in my life that I fume so badly, I tremble. Oh I really visualised the end then. I could even feel how it was like-so realistic, because I know I wanted it to happen.With each outburst, YOU push us closer to the edge. And I know dear, it's only a matter of Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-49792258507876679132006-12-24T22:37:00.000+08:002006-12-24T22:54:28.429+08:00Last Christmas, I willed you to fulfil my wish. And maybe, if you were spontaneous and wild enough to kiss me under the mistletoe, we would have different endings. Still, it's not that bad being soulmates now does it?This Christmas, because of unmentionable issues, I've chosen to be alone and god it's so easy to fall for the next available (suitable of course) person who offers one solace. This Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-27830301454377993112006-11-27T16:48:00.000+08:002006-11-27T16:58:29.320+08:00Someday I shall finally figure out how during your consecutive papers, you could still find the time, energy and heart to save my life. Literally. Oh your wonderful, loving soul that I wish I could repay somehow."Tell me, what do you solve by dying?""Well I attain bliss""Hahaha, do you really bear to give up your life?""Maybe not...""You won't"" Then help me justify it please, because it seems Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-63319668947234933482006-11-27T08:14:00.000+08:002006-11-27T08:28:41.418+08:00When Will You Finally Stop?When I realise I'm relying on pills to catch up on sleep; not to get sufficient sleep mind you, just to sleep so I can still function.When my dreams during these artifically-induced sleep are the sweetest. I dreamt of a crush I never knew nor admitted I had-but well now that his reappearance for just a few moments in my sleep is enough to sustain me through the entire Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-59195469979562922392006-11-16T22:29:00.000+08:002006-11-16T23:31:58.629+08:00My Heart Is Keeping Time With Yours.So I've come to realise during this extremely tumultous times of trying to study, that the best cure for lovesickness is to curl up with a blissful tub of Ben and Jerry's to my insatiable weekly dose of Wentworth. This is what happens when I'm deprived of the sole perennial pillar of companionship and affections-I've become a spineless mush of nothingness, Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-26943447726166193122006-11-14T00:30:00.000+08:002006-11-14T01:43:03.643+08:00To Whom-It-May-Concern.I like your warmth on rainy days-when the rain can splish and splosh outside in sheets, the thunder asserts its vehement protests right outside the window, lightning threatens to split the sky and everything else into two and yet I won't give a hoot because I've got ya.My beloved, most cherished scapegoat (:It's sweet isn't it, to chuckle at the private joke of displaced Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-36465591784599811082006-11-12T21:48:00.000+08:002006-11-12T22:00:53.920+08:00We Defy Karma.You never fail to bring a smile. However reluctantly it creeps across my lips, it's still a sincere one that few has been able to reproduce. You see, my smiles for you are probably rare and extremely cherish-able like intricately crafted masterpieces.You crafted them baby.So I wonder, when will be the day I bring tears to your eyes? Girls like me will only hurt and shatter your Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1163169377700325232006-11-10T22:28:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:13.357+08:00Airheads and Fashion. For the Nth time from the Nth guy:"You know, you always give guys pressure to dress well when they hang out with you." "Er, that's because I ABHOR tee-and-jeans combi. Just a preference, not trying to make a fashion statement" "Good taste then!" For the Nth time from the Nth person:"Eh did you study for....? Shit leh I'm not very sure about it!""Wa I only mugged last night, Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1162386422890679302006-11-01T20:58:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:12.059+08:00Mr. Pest.Thank you so much for what you've done today, and everyday that I've known you..but especially today!For all the things I've called you behind your back, I hope you'll realise how I've come to appreciate your hilarious company, advice and affections. In fact, I've ceased to mind what people have come to see us as anymore. They simply can't understand. Without you, I would still be a loneVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1162303236169272372006-10-31T21:48:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:11.537+08:00Will I Still Be Cuffed Should My Arm Be Dismembered?So yes he jumped onto the tracks and got crushed under the train. All that was left was his hand, the poor solitary lonesome hand on the platform.Such a lonely death!That was my very first thought. You know, it's akin to how you're always surrounded by throngs of people clamouring for your attention (selfish jerks with their own evil intentions)Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1162056004598639432006-10-29T01:05:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:11.008+08:00I'm WAAYY behind on my happy posts of the week but heck lets just live for the moment.As of now I'm switching camps from the darling Hom-Boy to Jay because you love him. And this duet with Landy is making me miss you, well, maybe more of our risque banter filled with tsk tsk undertones. Intelligence in a guy is sexy as hell no doubt, but I'm loving it even more that we respond so well to each Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1161845421804386792006-10-26T14:42:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:10.454+08:00Fifi Like No OtherI just want to say, you aren't my bestie for nothing.I'm glad I was the only one who waited out in unrelenting patience like the most unfortunate fool perhaps-but look where it got me today! Not much to others, but the world to me (:Of course things never remain the same, especially since the onset of major developments like your NS and my uni life (and I'm still very much in Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1161625162270510092006-10-24T01:23:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:09.963+08:00With Happiest Salutations(Fragmented thoughts as I'm wayyy too tired)Gorgeous solitary night walk from LT 32 to YIH and back, enveloped by the cool night air, serenity and hazy surrealism. It was as if my damn hectic but fulfilling campus life is just dream. You just don't know how beautiful the campus is at night....so enchanting, I almost got swayed by its spell and fell for the next available Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1161449929320771182006-10-22T00:49:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:09.442+08:00Behold My First Caffeine Trip in 5 Years.I've the sweetest friends in the world.Who says it's tough being in love? I know I'm surrounded by it 24/7 and it doesn't matter who dispenses it...just as long as I'm spoilt silly.Oh well I guess I'm leaving out this one person. This one that I've been inadvertently dreaming of day in and day out, and been looking out for subconsciously. This very one Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1161274348884930902006-10-20T00:08:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:09.037+08:00Dear Boyfriend,I'm sorry, thank you very much and I love you.Some things just need no explanation (:I may not profess it, but you really mean wayyyyy more than LeeHom or 52 or Fifi or that eye candy. And sometimes I'm afraid that I've grown to need you more than I would have ever admitted.So here's to the many days ahead of us!XO,Vic.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1161188695571354552006-10-19T00:11:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:08.521+08:00Incoherence Is My ForteI'm stressed, tired, overwhelmed and damn near to a breakdown that would render me a wreck for life-but since when am I not like that on perfectly normal school days? Since when have I not looked on with immense envy at those who juggle 5 CCAs, tests and assignments when I'm whining at every opportunity I can at being bogged down by only 2 pathetic CCAs, occasional tests, Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1161047603169337202006-10-17T09:02:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:08.130+08:00Why MD Is LoveM: Stop looking at me!D: I'm not looking at you. I am not looking at you!M: You are looking at me. And you watch me. And Finn has plans. I like Finn. He's perfect for me, and I'm really trying here to be happy, and I feel like I can't breathe. I can't breathe with you looking at me like that, so just stop! D: You think I want to look at you? That I wouldn't rather be looking at my Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1160927183550978812006-10-15T23:31:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:07.675+08:00Does Kookiness Earns Brownie Points? So the unanimous verdict has been passed- Vic has extraordinarily unusual (though not necessarily unpalatable...because all you need is patience and sense of adventure to appreciate) taste.I've watched Signs (yes unarguably the worst Shyamalan movie, or so they say!) for the nth time and cried buckets to it. I get all warm and fuzzy and touched at the Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1160831815657279882006-10-14T20:54:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:07.290+08:00POTO Returns. So yes, I'm in dreadful need to be romanced, to be swept off my feet by an intricately crafted event of great tragedy and love, of which absence is painfully jarring since my 52 days.It's funny how I reminsce my dying youth according to the objects of my infatuation, but well I guess this goes to show I LIVE AND BREATHE on my warped ideals of love.Anyways, point I wanna make is thatVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1160533645125920722006-10-11T10:23:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:06.337+08:00After dedicating a third of my life, my whole adolescence to you inclusive of all the terms of endearment, tears and sacrifice, you have come to regard me as your "dear princess".HAHAHAHA.What's even more puzzling is your desire to meet up.Like, OMG. Imagine an inanimate block of wood taking the initiative! Tsk. I feel spoilt with all the attention already (:Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1160318415254012372006-10-08T22:33:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:04.529+08:00Campus Life Thus FarAnonymous Nobody: Vic!!! You're so unfair la!V: Huh, why?AN: Don't act la, I saw the look on your face!V: Wa lao, what look? Very ugly issit.AN: How your eyes...no your ENTIRE face brightened when you saw him! You say unfair or not la, you were sulking throughout lecture and no matter what I did you didn't smile. Now a glimpse of him brightens your entire day I suppose?V: Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1159679101482379792006-10-01T12:47:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:04.034+08:00The Greatest Challenge of All.Sometimes I wish I could take you by the shoulders and shake some sense into you.To have you look at me like you did once a long time ago, and realise what your neglect has done to me. So what am I? A pretty ornament picked up from a store and left on the shelf, never to be cared for again?I wish destiny would be on our side, so we wouldn't be playing this many mind Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1157863325973234482006-09-10T12:25:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:03.482+08:00What Constitutes A Good Date Dinner No.1 at a fancy restaurant.Great movie.Dinner No.2 at a delightfully sinful fastfood place.Strolling whimsically around a deserted Orchard Road.Making hilarious/insightful observations.Oggling at hot breathing objects.Tranny spotting at Orchard Towers.Giggling uncontrollably at various exhibits of crass.Daring each other to saunter into those shady clubs (it Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1156652940896312462006-08-27T12:04:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:02.839+08:00Sitting, Waiting, Wishing. I look at your name in my phonebook, but I don't dial.I cry.I pass the places where we've been, but I don't smile with nostalgia.I cry.I catch myself sniffing my arm sub-consciously, but I don't laugh myself silly for missing your scent this badly.I cry.I cast surreptitious glances at the watch on the table, but I don't wear it anymore.I cry.I lie on my bed, but I don'tVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1155559882259167542006-08-14T20:33:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:00.867+08:00"You're Already A Grown Up, So Behave Like One"-everyone.So yep, first day was a blast.Not that it was consecutive adrenaline rushes all the way, nor continuous crazy stunts and relentless inappropriate laughters; BUT, an alternate of both. (:To think that I wasted all my breath whining to anyone who would listen (mainly Daddy and him and Dydy..haha. The guys usually bear the brunt of my verbal Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1155479379939738032006-08-13T22:06:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:31:00.477+08:00Dare The Daring.I've been musing, if I've no qualms about sauntering into NJ half-drunk on Baron's on results day, and again into some Novena church with him...then some booze might help easing my "First Day of School ALONE" blues too.For the first time in my life, I shall be a lone ranger. It is not as if I'm averse to solitude per se. In fact I relish it! Especially during miserable and languidVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1153414599500312732006-07-21T00:19:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:58.682+08:00Too Many Wrongs Do Not Make A RightYou're petty with your moolah, I'm petty with the "nitty gritty seemingly inconsequential but in reality downright essential because when accumulated they kill us" details. Suddenly the banker's words ring so true. It's not that I haven't related my disappoinments to you, but you're just to DENSE to empathise. Too freaking thick.You're a miser, I'm just Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1151980042542380342006-07-04T10:21:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:58.260+08:00Guilt Comes Around Like Paranoia.Sometimes I think about all the job offers I've rejected, and a remote "Loser" chant goes off in my head.I'm too self-centred, spoilt-rotten and good-for-nothing to even work.It's not as if I'm in dire need for cash, but it's always good to have loads for rainy days no? And I definitely need more for my wardrobe expansion in time for uni, alongside other unlimitedVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1149299506130395502006-06-03T09:41:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:56.409+08:00When Fantasies Become RealityAt times like this when it seems like the whole world has forsaken this little deviant, it's the simple pleasures of life that cheers her up.I keep thinking of how we're gonna spend our sweet day out soaking our feet in the fountain, the pretty-coloured mosaic beneath our feet, the warm giant source of heat and sparse clouds against rolling blue skies above our heads,Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1148919596864974332006-05-30T00:08:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:55.954+08:00The Bimbo And Her Unlikely Saviour.it's the tiny details that wrench my heart. says:eh do u think normal panadol would relieve a runny nose?Vicious little kitty cat says:eh no ?Vicious little kitty cat says:normal panadol aint that for headaches ?it's the tiny details that wrench my heart. says:REALLY? I thought it's like a miracle cure or something!it's the tiny details that wrench my heart. Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1148225092748145912006-05-21T23:20:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:55.558+08:00"Its Our Last Teen Year"- DF19 in 40 minutes.Gosh, I'm feeling like a fossil already.Grown-ups don't weep rivers/pull disappearing acts/immerse themselves in theatrics and make their loved ones worry about them, do they?I promise I'll do my best to curb the incessant tears and be SINCERELY happy from now on (:From a High Maintenance Drama Queen to a normal, likable girl-next-door.I love you all!Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1147952367948559132006-05-18T19:23:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:55.016+08:00Is This Only A Girl Thing?I was too spoilt by your undivided attention and affections.I was greedy. I yearned for more.Never once did I attempt to put a stopper to this self-destructive relationship. True, I was racked with guilt and regret whenever the consequences came to mind..but I was too preoccupied with relishing your attention. I wanted it to go on forever.I wanted us to go on Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1147315934852562912006-05-11T10:34:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:54.296+08:00It's DIY, Cos There's No One Else For Me. First I tried music. I got Canon in D Major on loop, but it proved to be a dismal failure. The pillows became soaked after 3 repeats, and I got so tired to even breathe. You may think it's beneficial, because at least I have my breathing to concentrate on and not have to ponder on anything else..but I like to think, and feel. I couldn't budge, couldn't Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1147279462414573322006-05-11T00:38:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:53.964+08:00"You siao ah, cry for what?""Huh no la. I wore my contacts for too long, so now I have sore eyes"Now I'm stripped of the liberty to have any freaking emotions.I tried lifting the phone from the cradle. But there's no number I can punch without feeling like a burden to that unfortunate soul, or guilty for being such an emotional wreck.The heart aches like crazy and the eyes are stinging with tearsVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1147273971851359212006-05-10T22:48:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:53.649+08:00So I have this major date on Friday evening. I was anticipating it so badly that I even planned to curl my hair, was bopping with joy when the Wetseal package arrived (meaning more gorgeous outfits!), went for a facial so the PMS induced acne would go away, went for a Detox spa to lose more weight, got my darling Fossil watch repaired...and now Mum has to single-handedly squash my happiness.Fuck Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1147242140294566882006-05-10T14:18:00.001+08:002006-11-12T21:30:53.274+08:00"The happiest part of my day is driving you home.""The saddest part of my day is leaving you."Everytime I watch Love Actually, I cry for a different reason.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1147108898579251022006-05-09T00:31:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:52.407+08:00What's with shaking beds and flickering lights in camps?For the first time in many months since I lost my faith, I found myself silently praying again. I didn't even bother during the tumultous uni apps period, but this time I was so freaking worried for you I couldn't help myself. I've always thought those NS tales were entertaining, but it spooks me to no end when it comes to someone dear. It Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1147105762703434402006-05-08T23:59:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:51.718+08:00Every episode of Grey's Anatomy makes me sob like a lovelorn fool-which is why I love it so. Tonight's cause is the elderly couple of which the wife is diagnosed with advanced cancer. First the husband was informed, but insisted on keeping the truth from the wife because he could not bear to break her bubble of happiness. And when the wife was informed by Meredith (who's too self-righteous to be Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1147023202112763162006-05-08T01:07:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:51.413+08:00My FirstFor You:I can never know what's in your mindFor it's hard to pry open your heartA dear friend I must confessI miss your heartfelt smiles and chucklesPast and present, which is the real you?Time to move on, my dearIf he hurts your in one way or anotherCos where's the Jokers' Power?Forget love, ignore stubborness for a whileYou'd never knowHow much better it feels. I love you darling. Hen Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1146849041239740402006-05-06T01:07:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:51.067+08:00Okay, the first thing that made me smile on this particularly long day is Jason's initiated MSN convo.It shows that he cares, unlike everyone else.Hais.Even things with DF aren't picking up.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1146844742000410342006-05-05T23:19:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:50.672+08:00Crying A River Ain't Hard, It's Deciding Who It Should Flow For That Kills. There's this octogenarian in grandma's ward that has her similarly wizened husband visit her everyday, from early morning till visiting hours end. From the way the husband winces with every step he takes, it is evident he's plagued by arthritis. And yet, he would travel all the way from Changi to SGH, from the room to theVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1146407736355579892006-04-30T22:18:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:50.172+08:00Dismember Me, And Take Your PickI wish you could stop being this giving, kind, noble, understanding...I really want to give you more, because you deserve so much more than a frayed, rotten heart which someone else has long laid claim on.But I can't. Oh why can't you understand this? I've dropped the MOST EVIDENT hints time and again, and yet you still remain this endearingly oblivious.付出的爱收不回 Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1146328267285686532006-04-30T00:06:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:49.614+08:00I Wanna Be An Alexandra For You. I've always thought Trophy was as perfect as a guy can ever get.Well, that was until he sauntered into my life and left me smitten. Absolutely smitten.It's tough attaining perfection in my eyes, so you know he's of very high calibre. Just one glance cast in my direction is enough to send my heart singing in joy, my mind spinning in dizzy infatuation, my knees Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1145936450597495362006-04-25T11:16:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:49.022+08:00Because Love's FOCSo who's the couple bearing great resemblance to extras from Night of the Living Dead circa 2006?I wonder (:Actually I'm infatuated with pallor and fragility. Its only when I exibit such characteristics do I get spoilt with more love. There's the Mat who grabbed my arm when I was about the alight, with the truest sincerity etched on every line of his face going "Girl, are you Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1145263893761925542006-04-17T16:13:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:48.658+08:00Aspiring PsychologistOn a stormy Monday afternoon, I'm MSN-ing while on a vodka induced high, casting occasional glances at the painkillers (and not touching them at all) just so I could test the limits of my pain tolerance.It doesn't help that I'm bleeding and hurting in two places.The blood tastes coppery and a wee bit salty. As I admire the gauze dyed in red hues, I wonder just how much blood Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1145031102103205152006-04-14T21:22:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:47.892+08:00If Joy Was A Currency, I'd Be Gates Junior.I like reminscing about our silly, but very endearing pacts and chuckling to myself over our immaturity. Remember how we promised each other we would be (or at least attempt to) happy always? Now I shall shake off my infidelity and resolve to be a psychologist, just because I've promised to sound you out. And there's the deal about me wearing my red, Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1144986254007136332006-04-14T11:26:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:47.391+08:00Dear DF,I wonder with all my heart and fucked up soul if you're just dense and oblivious, or playing elusive.Deep down in my depths, I doubt you're capable of such evil wrongdoings, but there's a tiny, breathing part of me (that's growing larger everyday with each game you play, with each meeting we have) that refuses to believe so. You're manipulative, scheming, and OH SO RUTHLESS. How could youVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1143467676187852342006-03-27T21:36:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:46.425+08:00Why Irritants Still Have Their Entertainment Valueb---- (name obliterated to protect identity) says:heyb---- says:1270 usdi don't ask a lot girl but i know one thing for sure says:heysi don't ask a lot girl but i know one thing for sure says:ehs, i'm lost.b----- says:2 way ticket to singaporei don't ask a lot girl but i know one thing for sure says:oh goody! you're coming back.b----- says:yai Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1143374404147630852006-03-26T19:18:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:46.105+08:00ObligatoryOn March 1, 2006 my entire glasshouse of a world collapsed. What happened next that sustained me till today is a consequence of the love and concern from the throngs of friends whom I can no longer live without.I'm sorry for all the SMSes that I couldn't reply to. I'm sorry for the phonecalls that I couldn't pick up. I'm sorry for the dates I backed out on. It wasn't a matter of choice Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1141068033837109292006-02-28T03:14:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:45.622+08:00When dusk has long fallen, and the world has ceased its relentless throb, I hear the sound of souls connecting- the anxious tapping of the keyboard to convey all the comfort and encouragement that the other thrives on.It's like rousing from a haunting nightmare to have a hand over your clammy ones.3rd entry in 2 hours, because the tiniest gesture leaves the greatest impact on me on this Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1141067149091143282006-02-28T02:54:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:45.193+08:00Dang I'm crying all over again.2 entries dedicated to me in 2 different blogs within an hour. You both mean so much to me too, really. There are no 2 other persons in the world I would have poured out my sorrows to on such a tragic night.And DF's insistence to buy my happiness is such a moving, noble gesture ,taking into account our history. Sometimes there's no greater comfort than empathy, Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1141065507149964212006-02-28T01:26:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:44.722+08:00So Fucking Sorry. I must thank Wei for the "screaming into the pillow" idea, for her unwavering support though she's so down and out herself.And the Darling for everything that I can't spell out here. But you do understand don't you? Those heartfelt words made me cry more. I don't think I've ever had any bestie that I cherish more, for all the loyalty, faith and concern. 6 years dear, a lifetime Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1140944423930342422006-02-26T16:46:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:44.204+08:00Cambodia, NYC, Tokyo or KL?I'm so sorry for the damn escapist I turn into whenever problems arise. I'm a freaking cauldron on trouble waiting to overflow. Sorry. It has been so during the nightmarish JC years..except the blanket was a sufficient shelter to tide me over the storm. Remember my infamous disappearing acts (so deemed as truancy by some, but the loved ones should know better)?I could Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1140695093069217442006-02-23T18:59:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:38.705+08:00My Comfort Zone. I was too blinded by my ideals of perfection to be satisfied with my impossibly blessed life. I must have 52. I must have fair and clear skin. I must be decked in the prettiest togs. I must have immaculate nails. I must have lustrous hair. So self-absorbed and preoccupied was I with my obstinate thoughts that god knows how many opportunities have slipped past my fingers.Well thisVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1140254059928537582006-02-18T16:56:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:38.052+08:00An Overdue Stay In My MindThe boy with Edwin's face and build and 52's smile wouldn't budge from my memory.Daniel's his name. Such an unlikely rocker he is, but I love him the way he is, a wee bit dorky, fair-skinned, skinny, bespectacled and all...because he's sufficiently endearing to embody the best assets of my crushes. I had a thing for drummers, and now, electric guitarists are starting to Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1140231340220313252006-02-18T09:40:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:37.658+08:00Forgotten Smiles, Dearly Missed Tears.So Weiwei treated me to this Innova JC "Love Under the Stars" V-day rock concert yesterday.I love the galore of hot girls in the audience! And the bands were very endearing in the "I can't sing well but you know I want you to love every moment of this" kinda way. There were certain band members that were particularly adorable, especially those dorky ones withVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1139916129298632202006-02-14T19:17:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:36.210+08:00Because Nothing is Scarier Than LoveOld woman: You still don't have any Halloween candy, huh?Old man: Valentine's Day. It's Valentine's Day candy! Why do you keep calling it Halloween?--Duane Reade, 62nd & BroadwayThe old lady is so me huh. I wonder when will I have an old man like that(:And by the way, there isn't a Valentine's Day since I was 13 that I didn't stay up late the night before just Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1139536440304330812006-02-10T09:02:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:35.806+08:00Another Round Of Contemplation. Because my favourite blogger in the world is gone, disappearing without a trace from the virtual world-no archived entries, no proper goodbye; just a few meaningless, obligatory words that would produce the most hollow echoes would she had said it out loud, I find myself at the pits of the vicious life blogging cycle again.I'm mourning my lost, as well as the Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1139242149976238502006-02-06T23:35:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:35.279+08:00I've seen how Love ruined people. I haven't been this wrecked for nothing.Dearie, I thought I was a good enough example when it comes to self-destructive love. Havent you witnessed my inexplicable tears, my sudden outbursts, my shrinking into near-total obscurity, my mindless indulgence in alcohol...my pain, my terrible, heartwrenching, impossibly unbearable pain? Maybe you should think of me, Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1139102929703313872006-02-05T09:10:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:34.910+08:00When words still remain imprinted in your mind despite the drunken stupor.."Am I a troublesome friend to you or not?""No lah, you're never one. You're very pretty.""Hahahaha! What's the link?""No link. Just wanted to say that.""Okay.""Don't cry already ah. Must smile. I came out just for your smile and it was all I looked forward to all week..I really don't blame you.""1 more week you know. It's Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1139022653810340292006-02-04T10:14:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:34.560+08:00Chainsaw My Heart. I thought the ancient gnarled tree was extremely pretty by its own gothic, mystical rights.The clouds tinged with reddish hues seemed like a precursor to an impending danger. A warning maybe, that we were a forbidden entity. But to eyes that have acquired a taste for unconventional, obscure beauty, those were so pretty, they were almost surreal.There was the silence that was soVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1138778572523927882006-02-01T15:06:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:33.865+08:00my wonderful homemy WONDERFUL homeit's chilly n freezing cold today since it has been raining all day long. sometimes i really wondered if i had made the right decision to live in their house for these few months.. their lifestyles, habits n everything totally contrast mine. the only good thing (that i can think of now) of living with them is that i get to save alot on transport n food expenditures for me to go Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1138701691811907232006-01-31T17:06:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:33.574+08:00UnintendedIt's ironic that the first guy that could send the heart flitter fluttering since 52 is someone I have blood relations with. Well at least my sexual preference-which has been a cause for worry for the past months, is reaffirmed. (:Oh self-correction, maybe it ain't ironic at all.Because he's so 52-tanned, skinny, dark eyebrows, intense searing gaze, and blur as hell.And so Fifi-so Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1138687917556987452006-01-31T13:26:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:33.314+08:00paradise? i guess so.paradise? i guess soevery season brings a different kind of promise. one can see it from the exquisite beauty of spring, the scorching heat of summer, the gentle breeze of autumn n the harsh coldness of winter.the first wk upon arriving had been quite emotional due to probs like communication barriers, diff lifestyles n most imptly, being alone from everyone i knew.i had never ever felt so lost Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1138585870414502002006-01-30T09:23:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:32.970+08:00Like Water In A Desert. When sober, I'm generally irresponsible.When woozy, I'm highly volatile, reckless and..pretty much a hazard to everything within my reach. I'll giggle like I used to in those happy, innocent NPCC days when Fifi and the Jokers were around me every freaking time; smile to myself like I have the best life in the world (but we all know better don't we?); spout truths within Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1138435944342670442006-01-28T15:03:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:32.656+08:00Only We Would KnowLast night I held the longest breath ever in my life.All the pretence..the tension in the air..one could practically hear the soft crackling. When I misheard her words "You guys have just started working" for "You guys have just started working out", I swear, I was the closest ever to a cardiac arrest or a seizure, for that matter.And you. You've just been stripped of the Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1138272013857189492006-01-26T17:31:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:32.317+08:00You Were My Twin. How would you feel when one of your best friends in the world is having the time of her life across the Pacific Ocean, and you're shackled to one restriction after another in this living hell you've grown to loathe so much? Would you rejoice for her, yearn for her wonderful companionship, become green with envy, or sink into the depths of self-despair?Awww, Chus I miss you like Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1138110605872843282006-01-24T21:46:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:31.604+08:00The Tummy Thrives.So I've started my 9-hour working days. I've been at this for more than a month now, and the image of friends laughing at the thought of me suffering for a living has long faded. It has been integrated my life, and I've proven that I CAN WORK. Spoilt little princesses do grow out of their over-dependency and goodfornothing-ness! I must admit though, this is unarguably the most Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1137899348542113352006-01-22T10:56:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:30.619+08:00Define Us, PleaseI wished the road stretched on forever.Nevermind that I was a horrid company, croaking curt replies to your earnest questions. Nevermind that I wasn't my fun and combustible self, thus ruining this short lease of freedom you had.Nevermind all the troubles I unintentionally caused.I just want the peace and quiet, lingering contentment that comes attached to the gift of your Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1137673391886845342006-01-19T19:32:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:30.111+08:00Shwweeeettt Like CandyBL (upon learning that we lunched together): Eh don't pollute my Victoria ah! She's very guai one leh! W&D: Yeah sure! *cheeky grins*BL: Eh Vic, next time I tell you hor, don't hang out with them ah! Don't worry, I won't arrange your lunch times together again.Vic: But why??? They're very nice people! W&D: Of course we're nice lah....Eh BeeLian, give us some face leh! BL: GoVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1137551365153242902006-01-18T10:13:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:29.625+08:00I Was Gonna Be A Cardiologist, But I Didn't Have The Heart. I have the best colleagues in the world, I tell you.Lets start with the senior female colleagues first. BeeLian was fussing over me the moment I told her, "Sorry BeeLian, I have a sorethroat today, so I can't answer calls.". Very maternal, very caring, very loving. I like how she asks consistently, "Ok hor? Still can do hor?" and Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1137512318877845012006-01-17T23:13:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:29.142+08:00I wonder if he still has that picture of us as his wallpaper.The one he asked to take on Prom Night.Or has he replaced it with a picture of some dog (symbolism, people!) or one with his gay buddies? Is it even still in his phone memory, considering how he's really hot property among girls?He still owes me a horror movie. And a clubbing date. Does he remember that? When will we ever meet up again?Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1137393492953094542006-01-16T14:22:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:28.666+08:00A sorethroat never feels this good before (:If ailments become your sole ticket to freedom, you know how pathetic your life has become. Working seemed like such an interesting prospect then, because we were all fresh out of school, so eager to break free from its shackles. And besides, I really did think I could live with the extra cash.Now I'm extremely dazed and helpless, having just taken the Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1137336014405366052006-01-15T22:03:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:28.299+08:00The Luckiest Girl Alive. Because dearest, dearest Fifi just called from camp.Like oh my freaking god! Those who know him would know I'd pine to my death before he'll even think of giving me a ring.But he did!! I'm so overjoyed, I'm utterly lost for words now. Sorry for the poor language (:"Eh, am I the first girl you called or not?""Ah......Erm.....My mother lor!""Idiot lah. I mean among Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1137069595947162742006-01-12T19:54:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:27.871+08:00You Know The Black Wave Has Washed Ashore When...You're taking half-day leaves without being apparently sick. Sure, you've had dizzy spells and upset stomaches, but hang-overs aren't really valid excuses for illness yeah? You've downed the entire Absolut bottle in 2 weeks, when it usually takes the most hardcore clubber 2 months to finish the damn thing. You're calling up friends at the last Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1136990456615817652006-01-11T22:31:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:27.455+08:00freezing outside, warm inside.but this is booze induced happiness.heart very very pain, lah.can die.wanna die.will die.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1136865144456881152006-01-10T11:41:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:27.063+08:0011am, on a public holiday morning, and I'm cooped up at home, taking swigs straight from the Absolut bottle.Maybe I'll get so drunk I'll start hurling non-stop, puking my stomach out, and just....die of severe internal haemorrhage.Or at least be granted some bliss and oblivion, because I'm so distraught with the guilt, regret and yearning that comes along with You. Not your fault, it's my life Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1136805181302783042006-01-09T19:04:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:26.154+08:00Dessert Arrives EarlyI miss waiting so damn long, I doze off with my phone on my chest.And then practically jumping up when it vibrates. Oh, how even the most casual remark makes me smile.Now I'll get to relive this, albeit only for a day-but it's enough. Counting down has acquired an all new meaning altogether. It's endless pining, lonliness and quiet desperation that cleverly disguises itself Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1136565097796101582006-01-06T22:34:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:25.723+08:00We're Still Not Of A KindI expected a major cry-fest last night, because trust the higher powers from above to arrange for most of the close friends going in today. As if this was my retribution for being such a bad girl-to have my heart lacerated with the immense pain of parting.I hate partings, I really really do. It breaks my heart worse than the longest running crush. I'm too sentimental evenVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1136381273107996142006-01-04T20:48:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:25.159+08:00I Told You To Go Up, But I'll Be Heading Otherwise.Actually I miss pain.Sweet, familiar, comforting old pain that makes me ponder and contemplate about the desolation and injustice of Life. It's funny how I was all light-headed and giggly the past minute, and now after listening to Shan Hu Hai for the nth time, and flipping through the well-thumbed Prozac Nation, I'm hearing the beckoning of the Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1136292127248079952006-01-03T20:01:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:24.117+08:00I find it so incredible that the boys are already discussing NS with such fervour even prior to enlistment.They'd go on and on, bringing up totally unfamiliar terms like "Pes E" and "reveille" while I'd tune out from time to time listlessly. Well I do try to participate, asking questions like, "So when does your service period end?" and "Do you all know when you can book-out already?"-only to Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1136287128843568962006-01-03T18:33:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:23.705+08:00Maybe Love Is All About the Timing. So I went back to my dreadful school to relive Orientation today. Except the school wasn't so dreadful anymore, and I was left speechless most of the time, being too overwhelmed by the great rush of emotions and memories.Memories like my uniform- how I'd always leave my shirt untucked out of laziness, and tug at my ultra short altered skirt consistently. And I Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1136257630894814642006-01-03T09:49:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:23.347+08:002 Days Late.1. What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before? Spent the night all alone at the park.2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions and will you make more for next year? Nope, so no point starting to make them now really. But maybe I should: Stir up less boy-problems (:3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Nope4. Did anyone close to you die? NO! THANK GOD.5. What countries didVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1135869054521411542005-12-29T22:00:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:22.977+08:00I love how Daddy hugs me and all the pain vaporises like ethanol on heat, and I'll melt into a mushy pool of teenage angst.I think about leaving with him ALL THE FUCKING TIME. But I so happen to have an extremely unreasonable, strong-headed and domineering Mum that I'm dependent on. Daddy's great...he's the only person I idolise in this whole screwed up world, but he's never affectionate, never aVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1135761353480445692005-12-28T17:10:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:22.478+08:00Back already! But exhaustion is seeping through my bones..so will blog properly another time.I'm sorry there's no pics and funny presents for you guys, because I spent half of the trip being traumatised, and the other half pining. Bad experience indeed, but lets just leave that for another time.Home never feels so blissful before! And someone's being unexpectedly, ultra sweet, I can't stop Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1135272369730797702005-12-23T00:55:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:21.986+08:00Everything's well and sweet.No more excess baggage. I'll be leaving a lot behind this Yuletide I know, but circumstances are beyong my control sometimes(think unreasonable, domineering parents). Please don't have too much fun without me people! Don't move on too fast during my absence!Yes, I think you would have guessed by now how reluctant I am to leave. It's the 5th year running I can't spend Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1135254865938293652005-12-22T19:06:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:21.231+08:00Bestie Salvages My Day.Yeah. It actually is possible to survive on the best friendship for the time being.Can't wait for the 29th! With all the good luck rolling in, HCB just might be there.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1135239845404497272005-12-22T15:52:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:20.878+08:00The Most Essential InconsequenceServes me right for not checking my inbox at all.There's this bit of affection that has been there for days, it's trace totally undetected by the ever-so negligent I. But as I clicked on the name with trembling fingers, the happy revelation unfolded (: I'm the second most important ...not No.1, but it's good enough for me. Now who says all girls are jealous Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1135092353907140642005-12-20T22:48:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:20.283+08:00Snatches Of RecollectionsAt WorkBee Lian: Eh I have on sweet girl for you to buddy today. Make sure you take care of her okay!Vic: *rolls eyes furiously*Jo: Okay.BL (to surrounding colleagues): She's very sweet hor?Vic: Ha......ha.....ha....*secretly cursing BL for the humiliation*When listening in on a patient with super HOT voiceJo: Mister X, I'm Jo from NUH Appt Services.Mister X: Yes, yes. HiVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1135071699963659042005-12-20T17:27:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:19.862+08:00And You Can Take My Hand Now.So many things to do, so little time to blog.In case I havent the time to blog anymore today, I just met up with Rose for some catching up and to retrieve my long-lost autograph book.It makes me wanna cry when I read about what they thought of me in the past: crazy, funny, cheerful, studious, pretty,, boy-crazy, writes in powderful engrish, and is simply one of a kindVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1134961205350251412005-12-19T10:41:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:19.470+08:00Imma Hot-air Balloon Waiting To HappenMy usual diet:Breakyfast: 2 slices of cake, 1 glass of milk.Lunch: usual fare of noodles/rice/pasta (*wink wink* i love free pasta from Mr XX!!)After work break: chee cheong fun/ HUGEASS curry puff/ whatever fried, fatty, indulgent food can lay my hands on.Dinner: whatever Mum whips up.Supper: instant noodles/ ruffles/ 5 ferrero rochers/ half a pint of Ben Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1134831048948801342005-12-17T22:14:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:18.277+08:00A Starting Block.Blogging is like binging on an extreme diet. Once you embark on Le Forbidden, you can't freaking stop, however strong you proclaim your resolution to be. But if you manage to resist the most sinful of temptations..ah ha! You'll marvel at your amazing will-power, and miraculously discover a happier, much more fulfilling life beyond your current one.Now, I do not advocate extreme Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123322.post-1133973965876688272005-12-08T00:38:00.000+08:002006-11-12T21:30:17.555+08:00Late Night Catharsis. This Christmas I'll excavate my Love Actually DVD, clutch a bottle of Absolut Blackcurrant in one hand; a box of tissues in the other, and cry while thinking of you, our cowardice and missed chances.I'll mourn us for the 2 whole hours.I'm hoping I get so fucking wasted I'll finally dial your number and spill all the weird thoughts in my screwed head, just so you'll know. I Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393166292657278338noreply@blogger.com0