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No it isn't some music video awards acronym. It's my damn long name.
Yes you know you love me, you're far too kind. :)
Warning: Explict content, bimbotic reflections, severe drama.
Think twice, think again.
Alright? You're ready to go. Tralala :)

Hello! Veron, Maybelle, or Alexis, you take your pick. Let's cut the crap :) I'm a Child of God. I demand full attention! Say hello : )
27th of February is not necessarily my favorite day. Dancing is my passion, and Friends are my life.
Being single is the best moments of a girl's life, & i'm serious. But when the right guy comes along, ah, things changes. : )

"I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted."

Current Obsessions:
♥Zeeee!//♥Spongy&Patrick//♥DesperateHousewives//♥MarilynMonroe//♥Cheeseee//♥CLEO//♥Girls'hiphop//

I have really quick mood swings (p/s, ESPECIALLY during PMS)
I have deficit disorder; that's chimalogy for Short Attention Span.
I have exceptionally small eyes (which people tend to notice and comment on A LOT). For the last time: it's GENETIC.

♥ Fuzzy-wuzzy surprises
♥ Glitz & Glamor
♥ Giant carousels
♥ Mathematics & Literature
♥ Cadbury & Ben&Jerry's

I'm attracted to anything that blings.
I find joy in collecting even-numbered movie tickets.
I hate following the boring ol' monochromatic crowd. I don't do the overrated.
I hate bad hair days & zits. It's every girl's nightmare. Gays too.

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry; And I know you do the same things too.
So we're really not that different, me and you.

I'm little whiny, a little bimbotic, and VERY psychotic.
That's three really good reason to shower me with lotsa love & concern,
and you'd better, 'cus I'm rather prone to the waterworks.

They say laughter is the best medicine. I beg to differ.
A second with my silly boy does the trick : )♥
I'm a lukewarm book-lover ♥
I'm a hardcore shopaholic ♥
I'm proud of my scintillating brain :D♥
I'm not perfect. & sadly, no one is. So DON'T discriminate.

With loads of hugs & kisses, that's Veron Maybelle Alexis for you.
Auf Wiedersehen!
That's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it C:

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Hey honey buns! ;) That's me, on a calendar when I was, what, 4 or 5? Adorable much?? B-) Puffy cheeks and all still there, you'll see the resemblance in time. :)

In fact, I don't think I've changed much. Still the same old features. :)


Prelims are so over! Everyone's living life, but not for long. The morning of my last paper (Friday), it rained, heavily, the awesome kinda weather which induces the urge in me to stay at home and sleep till nightfall. Sadly, had to drag myself up, and hail a cab. Have I ever mention how much I loathe cab stealers???>:( Only got a cab at, what, 7.30? And by the time, my pretty hot pink umbrella got blown inside out, so I hesitantly threw it away in school.... :( Oh not to mention my soaked shoes and socks. Urgh.


I hate the squisy squasy feeling of wet shoes, makes my hair muscles contract..

To compensate myself/my feet, I let my little toes have a breather during Paper 2, by sitting for the paper barefooted B-) Felt soooooo good, too bad I didn't have a warm, cosy pillow for my toes to snuggle up to.. oh the joy. ;) But it's okay! Made it up to my dear toes by soaking them in a basin of warm water when I got home. I do find joy in pampering my feet... which is why I have to get that pedicure a.s.a.p!!!! >:O



I think it's alright to pamper your physical being every now and then, as much as it is important to please your emotional being, which, I always do by inducing in good food, and having frequent rendevouz with my bed. B-) Heeheehawhaw, scandalous ;)



Check out some crazy spa treatments I came across at Oddee!


So you thought "Fish Spa" was weird and cute enough when it first came to Singapore....














Sadly, this is Singapore. Need I elaborate? Even the shopping here's a bummer.

I had a dream last night, that I went to Paris with my Mom. I was shopping away like mad at sample sales, and flea markets (lookalike), my gosh, I was having so much fun!





and then I woke up. =.-




I think I've said it before, and I guess I'll say it again. I hate shopping in Singapore. The weather's so hot. Fighting the rush hour on the way back's also a sore. Not to mention the fact that everything's so overrated and over-priced!

I wanna shop overseas at the end of the year! I will resist every urge, and wait patiently before I strike. Meow~ :)


In the meantime, save moolah, save moolah, save moolahhhhhhhhhh~





Sigh IF ONLY money grew on trees.....
I would loyally and faithfully sit and wait under a huge raintree,
perhaps set up a tent, even.

Or better still, invest in a good ladder, and start plucking every buck I see.


Aww :(





Okay, enough bullshit, back to reality. :)
Bullshit, we'll be back for you. :)



I've been to the doctor on Thursday, and I was diagnosed with weak intestines. Not cancer, thankfully, just, really weak intestines. Oh, and low blood pressure. It's kinda fascinating, cus I'm only, what, 16? I estimate I'll die around, 60, or even younger, at this rate.


Not that having low b.p. and weak intestines is deadly or anything, but at the things I can't eat. :( I'll die of over-constraints..

Doctor: Avoid oily food....
Me: :D
Doctor: drink more Vitagen (to induce good bacteria)....
Me: :)
Doctor: and....
Me: :|
Doctor: avoid spicy food....
Me: :(
Doctor: and avoid chicken rice....
Me: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:?!?!?!





Do you know the pains of not being able to eat chicken rice?! :S:(
It's like, one of my many favourite foodddddd???:(
And, like, spicy food is my life! Avoid spicy food = avoid my life! Wait, that doesn't even make sense! =.- But yeah, you get the drift.... Without spice, what's the point, seriously. :S:(






My mom was with me back then, and we went to get lunch.
She. Was. Such. An. Ass.



Mom: What do you want to eat?
Me: Chicken rice.
Mom: No. The doctor said to avoid it. I'll buy you something else.
-bought mixed vegetable rice yucks-
Mom: Ok. My turn to buy. I'm gonna buy chicken rice for myself.
Me: -stares- ???
Mom: heh heh heh ;)


=.= =.= =.= ?!
Like seriously. What the heck.





So to comfort myself, I turned to hours of Oddee and twitter and Avatar,
and my my, the things I came across!

Let's start with Twitter. I came across this article some days back...

Twitter User Brings Toilet Paper To Desperate Japanese Man

When he found himself stuck in a public restroom stall without any toilet paper, Twitter user naika_tei did what any clever man would do: He posted a Twitter message pleading for help. It worked.

It took 20 minutes from the time naika_tei first voiced his desperation, but someone apparently really brought him a roll of toilet paper.




What a joke! But seriously, a really practical man.
I won't be caught dead in such circumstances though. Aha!


As for Avatar, well, I posted this video on Facebook. So, this is for those who didn't catch it. :) Great laugh!






And best for the last, Oddee! :) This week's featured article's on crazy bikinis! HAW HAW.
For the extremely horny people, just alt+F4 this window now. Like, really. I mean like, I wouldn't want people getting horny over some pictures of girls in weird bikinis heh? :S:)


Here goes!























Okay, last one!









Alrighttttt. That's enough for one evening! :)
Today was sucha great day... it's hard to believe tomorrow's a dreadful Monday... one whereby I have to wake up at 7am, just to head to school and meet my fate.

Aww damn, I don't even wanna think about it. :S\


Toodles!
Till next time~

Hello weello sugar bunnies! ;-)

3 more days to the official end of prelims, but for me, it's over as of NOW. Say that I've the lack of stamina or whatever, but I'm really worn out from all the hard work last week.. I'm really tired from mugging my ass off for the remaining sciences and A-Maths.

And God forbids, it has to be the week filled with the tougher subjects that my body, mind, and soul has to submit to self-defeat. Great.

It's not like I'm totally confident about the papers I sat for last week. All I can do is hope that I did well. But, who knows. I don't know. What I DO know is that nothing is always what it seems.. You may think you did well, but end up scoring borderlines. Oh I know that feeling all too well. That's why I'm not going to expect anything this time round, though I studied. And that's probably why I didn't bother studying for shitty Physics. Because hey, it turned out to be a pretty hard paper, and everyone felt horrible after everything was over. Not me. I don't feel negative feelings towards myself: stupid, and lousy. See, at least, when I get my papers back, I can reason with myself, that I didn't do well cuz I didn't study. It beats studying and still getting F9 grades. What can you tell yourself then? What can you reason yourself with? Oh yeah, sure, tell yourself you're stupid. See how that feels.


I have a great mind to get an AB for Physics. It looks better than a F9. I mean like, with any luck, my future employer has poor vision, and would mistake my AB for an A or a B. Haw haw.


I think I'm more of a visual person. I can only study things that actually makes sense to me, things that I can picture and imagine. Like, Biology. Ah, the love. :)



See, Biology is the science of life. It's a study of something that I can actually SEE and IMAGINE. I'm intrigued with how the heart functions, fascinated at how we can grow, amazed at how I can see the world around me. Talk to me about the skin, the muscles, the blood vessels, and I can understand, because I have it. And I think it makes more sense to me, learning about things that are more visible and... well... sensual.

Physics? Yeah okay, forces, pressure, heat, blah blah blah. It actually makes sense when I have a book, filled with diagrams and arrows and numbers. But in actual reality, take away all the arrows and numbers, and that's Physics for you. You've just gotta BELIEVE that the forces are there, that Physics is everywhere around you. You can't actually see arrows point up or down or anywhere else for that matter. That's probably why I cannot stand Physics, and over my dead body, will I take Physics in Junior College.

Chemistry, Yeah okay, acid+metal gives salt+hydrogen. Mmm, but, WHY? We are taught that the hydrogen ions present in acid is the reasons for reaction. But, still, WHY the ions. Again, we are made to believe that That is That. It just so happens that some bald old man figured out that This is This. So we gotta believe it, being descendants of this world.




Well after so much small talk, my heart is still with Humanities and Maths. Humanities, because there isn't a right or wrong answer, especially when it comes to Literature. It is all up to perception, and that is life, isn't it? Life isn't all that clear-cut, it's more of how we choose to perceive it. And I like it. Because everyone's view is valued and taken into consideration. Everyone's open to their personal views. There isn't a rule, there isn't a law.

And Maths, well, cuz it's the same in every country. ;-)
Whether I'm in Africa, or Korea, or Italy, laws of logarithm remains, and the properties of a circle are still the same. Even Trigonometric graphs are drawn the same way. It's like an international language!




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Today was O level English Oral. I shan't elaborate. It just pisses me off, the fact that I always think of intelligent replies AFTER the exam is over, just like how I always think of intelligent comebacks AFTER a quarrel is over. That's all.

I'm going to work hard for my written paper, and still get that A1 for English anyway. This I promise myself. :)

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On a lighter note, I fell in love with some old songs. I think old songs make more sense than modern hip songs. From many aspects. Old songs uses simple words, to convey simple messages. And that's the beauty of it: simplicity. :)





Fly Me To The Moon - Westlife

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words baby kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you



I've another one.....




L.O.V.E - Nat King Cole

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore and

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you



Melted your heart? Yes? No? Well it certainly smothered mine. :)
I'm gonna make Zingy Zing Zing sing these two songs for me..
Oh, wait, I don't have to make him. He'll probably read this himself, and sing it to me anyway.
Yes babe, I know you're reading this.. I'm waiting for you okayeeeee! ;-) B-)


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Remember how I said The Last Airbender was a nice movie?
Well, I take back my words. The cartoon version is sooooo much better. And funnier!



Ignore that "Bobble Battles" shit, whatever that is. I swear this cartoon is damn good! It's on my Top Favourite Cartoon list, together with Spongebob and Crayon Shinchan. ;-)

One problem: it's so damn short! :( I hope a fourth season will be out.... Futile, I know. :(

Oh well. Guess who's my new googoogaga now??
hehehehehhhhh,
presenting,







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.
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At least, that's what they describe him as in the show luh, a flying bison. Mind you, not a cow, not a buffalo, a BISON. Whatever that is, seriously. Watch Avatar after your exams or when you're free okay people! And we can ogle and giggle over Appa together! Tee hee hee! Don't cha think Appa looks like this enormous 6-legged dog?????? Maybe that's why I'm sooooo compelled to luvvvv it. B-)



I wanna learn lotsa lotsa moolah, buy a pretty bungalow, and live happily ever after with a nice husband and babies with pretty eyes. :) Okay, main thing, I'm gonna buy a bungalow first. CRUCIAL.

Something like:



or




would be super sweeeeeeeeet~ B-)
But nahs, I'm just asking for something simple, yet cosy and sweeeeet as well, like THIS:




HEE HEE HEE! Okay, still living in my fantasy worldddddd.

But okay, seriously, something like this:



or



where I can have a pretty garden to plant fake plants that do not need attention or time, and rear a cute little Pomeranian puppy.. and perhaps even have a mini outdoor jacuzzi. ;-)

Hey I'm just a girl with big dreams. Is that a crime? ;-)

Okay okay, self-deluded enough.
I'm gonna eat some oranges, and sleeeeeep. :)

My greatest task now, is to decide which is my favourite alphabet between A, B, C, and D. Once I've reached my conclusion, I'm gonna conquer MCQ with much ease.


Lovie lovie,
till next time. :)
Veron.

Hey beautiful~ :)

Had the urge to blog yesterday, had so much emotions to share! But, wasn't really eager to type a hell lot. Which gives me great idea number 1000000: Someone should invent voice-commanding blogs, you know, where the owner speaks into a mic, and words magically appears, and all I've gotta do is click "Publish Post" by the end of it. ;)


Anyway, I'm here to flaunt, and criticize, as usual.


Let's start with the critics, shall we?

In Year 2009, we had an 8 minutes long fireworks display, up and down up and down, sparkle sparkle, shades of red blue green white, and purple? Hmmm... In Year 2010, what do we have? Copied and paste, minus 7 minutes or so.

Wow. Really.


When the fireworks went on, I thought it was thunder. Either that, or some moron shifting furnitures upstairs. And it wasn't until I saw all that smoke and haze in the distance, that I figured "Oh hey, the fireworks started! Er, how long ago?" So I went to the window, opened it, and stared into the night sky.....


Every now and then, I see a sparkle here and there. Oh and trust me, this is the one and only year that I couldn't see a shit. And I believe I kept staring at that same smoky spot long after the fireworks went off, not knowing if it ended already, or what.


I mean like seriously, since you wanna waste the money to make everyone happy, and since you've also decided to pollute the air, why not just get over it and do a good job? And by you, I meant whoever's in charge of the fireworks.

Not that I expected much anyway. It's like that every damn year. I think my pathetic stick sparklers still intrigues me the most. At the very least, I can see everything what's happening, and play with it, and control it. Bigger? Not necessarily better.



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My boyfriend's brother was supposedly in the parade, driving a tank. I didn't watch, he didn't watch, who knows?

So, National's Day, a whole day of studying, and some lousy fireworks didn't make my day better either. Sucks to be me huh.

Think again. ;)


Around 4pm, my annoying boy texted me:



and I was like, wuddddddddddd? o.O

I was practically expecting some retarded shit, like, I don't know, him coming over and making me watch the parade with him or something. Or worst, waving a Singapore flag in my face.. =.- You know I'm not the patriotic kind, so you know i'd hate for that to happen.\


So I waited, and waited, and around 8, he came. With dinner. And candles. And entertainment. Boy, you gotta love this. Don't be jealous. ;) I've got a video, but I figured, I'll save him the humiliation, and savor it all myself. Heeeee. You get the pictures though. :)







So tell me, how can I NOT feel like the happiest and luckiest girl on this planet when I have such lovely things happening to me?:)

So yeah I guess, despite all that shit prior to dinner, it was still a good National Day. Probably the best even. :-*


p/s, Happy birthday Lim Mei Yi! National baby, easy to remember, ;-)

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Alright then! I've a video here of an amazing song. Check it out if you're free. :)
Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Isreal Kamakawiwo'ole



Gentle giant, with a huge heart, known for promoting Hawaiian rights and independence, through his lyrics and life.

Married, has an adorable daughter. You can Youtube it yourself.

In 1997, honored by HARA for Male Vocalist of the Year, Favorite Entertainer of the Year, Album of the Year, and Island Contemporary Album of the Year. He watched the awards ceremony from a hospital room.

Died of weight-related respiratory illness in June, 1997.


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Desperate Housewives: "Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to each of us at birth. But before that promise is kept, we all hope something will happen to us. Whether it's the thrill of romance, the joy of raising a family, or the anguish of great loss, we all hope to experience something that makes our lives meaningful. But the sad fact is, not all lives have meaning. Some people spend their time on this planet just sitting on the sidelines, waiting for something to happen to them, before it is too late."

You know, Desperate Housewives is probably one of the most highly stereotyped shows. Bimbotic, slutty, shallow. Whatever you name it.

But seriously, apart from all the sexing, it's a really good show. I know a good show when I see one, trust me. It's something like Gossip Girl, just, the grown-up older version, that is also more down-to-earth at times.

I'm done watching Season 1 to 6 online, and am waiting for Season 7. :) Many predicted a great storyline in Season 7, and I hope so too! The producers are going to stop at Season 9, sadly. Or maybe even lesser than that. :S

I'm gonna buy the DVD after Os! Exciting! B-)


Every now and then, you'll see quotes from the show here. No worries. :)




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Didn't go for the celebration in school today, and thank God too. Like what Felicia, my dear poddy poddy, tweeted, "Waited like 30 minutes to see the YOG flame for 30 seconds. Cool." HAHAHA. Damn.

Besides, my throat is killing me for nuts. Think I got it from Zing, who's down with flu and sore throat... but wait, sore throat ain't infectious.... right? :-O:-S



I have the craving for chicken chop right now, yes at 1.28pm in the afternoon. But gotta wait till my dad wakes up.... sianzzzzz.

Hamsters barking for food already (yes they bark)... such amazing creatures. I wonder if they can gnaw down their cage, scramble to my phone and dial 911 if something happens to me one day, like those other amazing cats and dogs on teevee..... hmmm. I mean like, they can tell what's my aircon temperature. If it's lesser than 25deg, they'll all huddle in the small container. If it's more than 25deg, they'll scatter and sleep all around the cage. Genious, absolutely genious!

Okie dokie, time to study! :S
Venice, here I comeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (why did you have to decline, why why why!!)

Once again, a hugeeee thanks to my babe, for, I don't know, simply making life beautiful. :)

Alright, I'm back. Cuz I need some place to vent, and just, you know, talk to myself sometimes. :-)
I'm a rather deep person after all... Heh :-)

Life is ok. Pretty acceptable. What's with the prelim stress kicking in... Not to mention the fact that O levels is round the corner.
Sheez.
I hate the neon sign thingy in the school canteen.. It never fails to remind me of something I'm desperately short of, and sadly, desperately in need of: time.

We all lack time. 24 hours a day is all we get. In fact, less than that, considering the fact that we need time to eat, sleep, and shit. For those of us who are constipated, guess they need more than the average human.

By the way, I came across this while reading Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus:
"Women have, and burn, 20% more fat than men."

this is rather appalling, considering the fact that I know of some annoying girls, who eat a hell lot, but thanks to their annoyingly high metabolism rate, don't grow fat. And if that's only considered 20% more than average, I wonder what about people like me, whom, unfortunately, has a lower metabolism rate, and loves to indulge in sinful food from time to time..

I'm like, oh wudddever.

Even as I'm typing this, carefully, due to the sensitivity of my itouch, I can't get the loud clanging of warning bells out of my head, that time is slipping through my fingers. Precious, precious time. Honestly I would get up and head to my table if I could, in fact, I can. But what's the point, my brain is exhausted, if not dead, from all that biology i've been cramming into my head. Nothing of Venice is going to go in. So you see why I worry?

If you ask me, I think exams shoud be scraped. Entirely. And seriously, why not? Studies have shown that kids in Finland, who do not undergo the same education system as we do, are actually performing BETTER than us Singaporean kids. And mind you, they don't have extra homework or projects or assignments, or even exams and tests. It's just purely lessons conducted during school hours. And yes, the percentage of successful Finland kids are way way higher than us. Shame.

Every morning, especially during such a trying time, I wake up hoping that the world would come to an end that fateful day, or that I had died in my sleep. When I go to bed that very same night, I know "not gonna happen". But oh how I wish.

I've everything planned out. With my O level grades, I'll enter a slightly better than average junior college, where I'll take mathematics, chemistry, biology, literature, and H1 history. I'll strive for AT LEAST a B grade for my general paper, and of course, attempt my A level examinations to the best of my abilities. With that, I'll apply to get into law school at NUS, and pray that I would be shortlisted for an interview..

I have it all planned up to here. What happens next, I'll decide once I've taken my A level exams.

I wish and I hope and I pray with all my might, things will go okay, that I will be alright, that I can live my dream. The sad, sad truth is, not everyone gets what they want. For me, choosing this path to venture into is a risk itself. And after the 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration, it may still amount to a big fat 0.

200 intakes per year. That's not a lot.
200 intakes only, both local and international.
Against all odds, I'll try my very best. :)


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On a lighter note, I've caught The Last Airbender.
Coming from someone who DOESN'T catch the animated series, I would say it was good.
I don't think I would say the same if I'd caught the animated series on Okto, according to my boyfriend. He says they'd summarized a lot on the content, and some of the scenes didn't stick to original plot. And some of the characters didn't even look a teeny bit alike to the cartoon, like the firebender uncle, who was supposedly fat. Or the fire-benders in general, (not to be racist or anything), who were potrayed as an Indian tribe in the movie. Amusing.


But I felt it was a rather enriching and emotional movie. You know, that overwhelming feeling you get when you watch "Good VS Evil" themed movies like Chronicles of Narnia, and Lord of the Rings.

Even though it's claimed to be summarized, the main storyline was there, so it's understandable. It had to be summarized, for with all that was worth, it was already a 2 hours long show. Can you imagine sitting through a movie longer than that? I don't about you, but my butt would most certainly ache. It's good as it is - long and captivating where it should, short and right to the point where it should. Worth the money and time. :)

Desperate Housewives: "As children, we're taught that the power of good always triumphs over the power of evil. But as we get older, we realize that nothing is ever that simple. Traces of evil always remain."

My hamsters are barking away with their high pitch squeaks. So adorable.
Hell they sleep a lot, is that normal? Sometimes I wonder if they're mutated pigs, or simply evolution gone wrong. Oh but they are adorable, really, I'll give them that. :) I like it when the scrub the back of their fat necks. and when they sleep. Makes me wanna scoop them up and kiss them like they were little furry marshmallows. :) I've grown accustomed to their smell... it doesn't really stink, but neither would I call it an aroma. In short, it's just this peculiar, distinctive smell of theirs I've grown to recognize. :)


Something like my dear, dear boyfriend.....






Oppsie! Wrong picture! ;-p
p/s, his biceps or triceps or whatever octa-ceps? Fake. Proven and exposed. Shucks.




Now here's the real dear:


Charming much? =.-
I don't get why he must play with the poor octopus every time we dine at Sakura. Lika small retarded boy. Poor pink-version-ed Squidward.... :(
Ah well.

He's like this huge hamster-alike, just, even better one.

He has a distinctive smell, like my hamsters, only it's his cologne, which I've come to like and recognize. He sleeps a lot, like from a few hours ago till now, which I'm so pissed over cus he didn't tell me a single crap before dozing off and I had to infer, but i'll let it go cuz i'm so nice and cuz he's sick and on medication so it's probably causing him to be drowsy. He eats a lot too, like my hamsters, both thanks to me, cuz I give them a lot of food heeeehee. He's warm and cuddly, like my hamsters, just that he's of the right dimension for me to cuddle up to, unlike my hamsters, who wouldn't even keep still long enough for me to tickle. Oh and he's playful. Need I elaborate?



I guess the only difference is that he can talk, and my hamsters can't. Probably a reason why I choose to ignore him sometimes and play with my hamsters instead. But then again, he can say nice stuff which my hamsters can't. Sadly. And ooo, he doesn't gnaw on anything I give him.



Well they both contribute to the reason for my living. That's significant enough.


Alright, I'm getting tired.
Hip hip hooray for National Day! :)
Unfortunately, nope, still not a fan of the NDP theme song. It's getting more and more atrocious with each passing year. However, I DO love the YOG theme song, "Everyone". :)





Guess who I'mma big big big fan of???
Oh yeah, the European guy, Steve Appleton. Cute family name huh! ;) Look into his eyes....are you mesmerized??? (8


I'm probably gonna spend the whole day studying Venice, so I won't have time for the parade. I would probably catch a glimpse of the fireworks from my window. With all that commotion, I don't think I really have much of a choice. I'm interested to see what crappy firework display they have this time round... if my memory doesn't fail me, I wasn't very impressed with last year's: 8 minutes long, yet mundane and absolutely mediocre.

We'll see, we'll see. :)


Good night world. :)

Mood: waiting.....
Music: Me Against The Music - Britney Spears ft. Madonna
Book: Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom

"Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners."





Ye'llow!
(yeah, hello)
B-)













As much as I would looooove this whole blog post to be about solely ME,
knowing it's gonna be you-know-what in approximately 3 hours and 41mins as of now,
you know, you-know-what -winkwink- ♥



BUT,
egoistic I may be,
I'll reserve the best for the last.
:-D








Ironic huh.
:p











Okay, so, first up, New Year!












My New Year was absolutely fabulous. Tee hee! B-)♥










Everyone's pretty generous this year,
not that I don't like that. ;-)







My theory is that,



-listen up y'all-






Red Packet Money is directly proportional to the Economy.
Make sense? Uh-huh uh-huh. :-D









When the economy goes up up up,
so does my dear red packet. ;-)









mmmmm, love it. B-)♥












I've just deposited my moolah today,
and I've got a total of 900 plus bucks? :-D

Jealous muchhhh? :-D










I guess all the boooring house-visiting were worth it after all. :-)
This year wasn't THAT bad,
cus I played 4 continuous hours of Black Jack with all the auntie and uncles.
And yeah, I did win myself some extra moolah. :-)









Fantastic.♥













Honestly, I don't see the point of giving red packets to kids from the other families.
I'm not a tradition-sucker,
so don't preach to me about customs and what's nots. Tyvm. :-)










By the end of the day,
there's no net movement of money.











My dad gives away money,
but I get it back "for him".











If I could change the whole system,












I would get parents to transfer the intended money straight to their kids account and save themselves all the trouble. :-)











What a fab idea, ain't it? :-D













This way,
kids would not have to tag along the old people even though they don't wanna,
because, they aren't gonna get money anyway!










Stop living in self-denial.
Few of us actually go house-visiting for the fellowship.
Especially not us teens.










House-visiting should be reserved for old, bald, fat men,
who have nothing better to do,
than smoke their lives away,
and drink alcohol.










There. :-)











I think I just brought some justice to the world.
:-)












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Tralala!

Remember that time,
I exclaimed with exhilaration practically everywhere,
that we were gonna dance to Tik Tok?










Well,








my dear peepo,














it just got better. ;-)♥












We're dancing to Tik Tok, by Ke$ha,
REMIXED, now featuring Pitbull.
And I swear, it's hotter than the original version.♥♥♥♥













Anddddddddddd,
guess what?
Clare's gonna mix ANOTHER song! ;-)














Song title?













Namely




Bad Romance,






my dear.
Uh-huh uh-huh,
lady gaga's badddd romance. ;-)♥♥♥♥♥




Now don't you anticipate the outcome????
Cus I sure am! B-)♥

















And, here's a little tidbit:
My dear Claudia pronounced Pitbull,
as "Big Boo", which I interpreted as "Big Bull".





And I clearly remember thinking to myself,
"who the heck is that? New singer on the block??"





Aww don't you hate braces???
:-D




















Oh, speaking of Lady Gaga,
have you guys seen her 20 foot tall piano?????? =.=
It's crazy, I swear! :-O


















































What,
The,
Heck!









Trust Lady Gaga to come up with the wackiest ideas! :-O
















Alright,
so recently,
I'm having sooooooo much trouble getting up :-(
My bed's being soooooooo difficult in the morning,
it doesn't wanna let me go :-(
So it's not like I can help it if I'm late for school or whatsoever luh.
-case close-
:-D












Speaking of beds,
I came across some pretty awesome bedsheets and blankets on Oddee. :)
Let's have a look at them shall we? B-)


















































Speaking of Iphones,
I must admit,
I was pretty tempted to get one myself.











Not because it rocks or anything.
Cus, honestly, I now think it's pretty lousy.












But ah well,
like I was saying,
I wanted to get an Iphone not because of the phone,
but because of all the bee-you-tee-fool casings I've came across. B-)♥
















Sexy much?????:-O
And I've came across more lorh,
in furry prints, bling blings, and even LV (loooool) ♥









I really must have those casings...
but then I though to myself,
what's the point?:-O
Like for goodness sake,
I don't even have anything for it to contain. :-S












So yeah,
you've heard me. :-)













I still think those casings are pretty, ♥
but I've woken up from my foolishness of getting an Iphone. Hee.
Applaud please? B-)













So, yeah, maybe I'll just start a collection.
You know, Iphone casing collection. B-)











And it eras later,
maybe some historian or archeologist would uncover my priceless collection,
and realize that some gazillion years back,
in the year 2010,
it was the Iphone era. B-)












The best part?









My name would go down in history.
MWHAHAHAHA. ♥:-D
















Oh, my gosh, I just came across this site,
that shows the largest pool in the world.
It's super, super, super boomz! :-O!!!!
Check this out:

San Alfonso del Mar is a resort located in Algarrobo, Chile frequently noted because of its 1,000-meter long, 19-acre outdoor pool, which holds a Guinness world record as the largest in the world. The resort’s large pool utilizes a technology developed by the Chilean company Crystal Lagoons, which uses water pumped from the Pacific Ocean, that is then filtered and treated for supply to the pool.

I am sooooo damn fascinated and awe-struck.
Seriously! :-O











Whoever built this whole damn thing,
probably has got nothing better to do.
Like seriously!
:-O












Next time I build my own house,
I'll make sure my pool's twice of this. :-O:-D













Eh but seriously,
if someone drowns in the middle of this huge thing,












how long is the lifeguard gonna take to get to the victim? =.^












But ooooo, i loooove the clear transparent blue waters lurh.
so damn clean.











shame on Singapore.
boo. :-S












Oooooooo,
and, check out what I made for Cherine Quekkkkkkkkkk!B-)
















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.
.





















Alright, I think I've blogged sufficient content to, FINALLY, start on my main topic of the day.
B-)







Time check: 10.12pm.
Countdown: 1 hour 48 mins.
:D♥










So, this whole week has been full of crap.
What's with all the common testssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss =.-












BUT













hoho













tomorrow,
marks the end of this chaotic week! :-)




well okay, maybe not,
but, you knooooo what I mean.

















tomorrow,
ought to be a day that goes down in history.













16 years ago,

a young lady found out she was pregnant.





yes, it was shotgun.












this, put an end to her dreams and hopes for her future.












like, hell, a baby was not part of the plan till a later stage.












So that's when her dilemma started:
to keep, or not to keep?












The father, didn't want the baby.












"Abort it. We can always have another next time."












Statistics have shown that every year, 12,000 fetuses are aborted in Singapore.
Put in context, that’s about 24% of all Singapore pregnancies every year.
And shockingly enough, about half are carried out by unwed women.












The young lady, was not one of the fifty percent.












Not because she didn't want to,












but because she couldn't bring herself to do it.












As the saying goes, "what's yours, is yours"












So, the next thing that young lady did, was not to do all the things that should be done during pregnancy,











and instead, do all the things that should not be done during pregnancy.












She hung around people who smoked.












She drowned herself in alcohol every night.













She ate a gazillion hot dogs.













She drank countless litres of caffeine.













She consumed lots of fish.













She glut on junk food.













She drank tap water, even though boiled water was available.













She worked for long hours, to stress herself.













She bathed in hot water.













She jumped over drains.













.
.
.













Months passed,













the fetus was still alive.













The young lady, succumbed, and accepted.












She could feel the family's eyes boring into her.












Every too often.












She knows they've been talking about her.













She hears them whisper.












.
.
.












The nine trying months soon passed.












After 8 hours of struggle,













a baby girl emerged into the world.













The first breath.













No one could have understood the immense joy the young lady felt













at having heard the first cries of her precious little girl.















Resigned to a corner of the world,













not living her life to the fullest,













she watched as her daughter grew.













She was there,
when her baby first learned to crawl.













She was there,
when her baby took her first unstable step.













She was there,
when her baby learned how to run.













She was there,
when her baby spoke her first words.













She was there,
when her baby entered nursery.













She was there,
when her baby entered elementary school.













She was there,
when her baby entered high school.













She was there,
at every birthday celebration.













She was there,
at every chapter of her baby's life.













16 years have passed,













the young lady has matured into a fine woman.













Her hopes and dreams may have been dashed,












but every so often,













the young lady tells her daughter,













"Mom's dead.













I've killed myself 16 years ago,













so as you could be born.












I sacrificed a life I could have called my own













so that you could have a life you could call your own.












I love you, my dear child."













Statistics have shown that every year, 12,000 fetuses are aborted in Singapore.
Put in context, that’s about 24% of all Singapore pregnancies every year.
And shockingly enough, about half are carried out by unwed women.











I'm not one of the 12,000 fetuses.














Sometimes I think back,











and wonder what would happen if my mom had listened to dad at that time.












the friends i would have passed.













the joys on earth i would have missed.












Void, of taking my first breath, my first step, my first word.












For people who know me,










very well,












you'd know I don't come from a, what you would call, "Normal Happy Family".












But I don't resent life for that,











I don't resent my parents,











I don't fill myself with angst,












I'm glad I don't get things the normal way.












And that includes life itself.












Sometimes, or rather, most of the times,






life's a real helluva bitch.












But that's where I learn from,












to be strong, independent, and self-reliant.












Some people stereotype me, without even trying to know me,












inferring that i'm a "spoilt brat"













from the things I do












to the things I say












to the way I look.












But that's untrue.












Because, my mom brought me up, using BOTH the soft, AND hard ways, contrary to popular beliefs.












She thought me morals, and values,












and when I was much younger,












simple things like ABCs and 123s.












When I couldn't spell Wednesday right,












she'd caned me.












When I threw a temper,












she ignored me.












Cliche, but,
I won't be where I am today, without her.













Time check: 11.58am.
Countdown: 2mins.












Sixteen.












This is prolly gonna be my last birthday with most of you,
what's with polys and jcs,
we'll all split for sure.











I wanna celebrate this special day with all of you.
So, wait for me to call y'all out! B-)












Time check: 12am.
Countdown: 0hours, 0mins, 0seconds.












Happy birthday, Veron,
Happy birthday,
you've come a long way. :)











I'm officially 5840 days young! B-)
or 140160 hours young! B-)

Opps, what's that???
Hear that???
NC16's calling me! B-)










Alright, phone's jamming from all the fuzzy wuzzy messages.
I love my friends.
:-*









With loads of hugs and kisses,