surprise surprise; he's alive and kicking.
maybe it's time i did a lil kicking myself.

webd is a bug that simply can't be squashed.
i guess it's time to call in reinforcements, "where's the mortein?"

haha. so not funny.

i feel like rolling over.

fra*land has not called. and thank the Lord it hasn't.
i do miss it.

hope floats
on the plain
of the nonexistant
there is nothing
that holds hope
that is why they say
keep hoping
for a miracle

someone shoot me.

this is me. out.









i'm in bed
about to shut my eyes
for the hours i'm in need of
when a thought
that can't be put away
strikes a conversation within

"i'm held. and withheld."

there's plenty more where this comes from.
just give it a wait. you'll soon find out.

ttfn, this is me. out.









no more commI.S.

we're done. report wise that is.

i shall function today on 4 hours of sleep.

yes i will.

promiscuous acts. tell me: yes or no? erm. what have i been doing the past year hmmm? doesn't THAT count? haha.

ttfn, this is the sleep deprived me. out.









the thoughts that creep
send chills down my spine
close your eyes
to fall asleep
never to wake again
the sickle that looms
at the doors of every
would chance upon
don't touch this door
begone this sickle

ttfn, this is breathless me. out.









i had a flippin' high fever on friday.

high enough to make me faint.

just outside my door, in my vain attempt to go the docs.

yesyes, i'm weak. laugh all you want.

but don't you worry, i'm all better now.


i still function when i'm sick : ) i still remember what was going on while i was "out". so here's the juicy story.


**warning: it's a LONG story. read only if you have the time.




friday morning. class is at 1000hrs. i wake, on time at 0830hrs for school, to find myself, too sick to move. and a fever just taking its crap out on me. i contemplate going to school because i needed to learn how to make that darned website for webd, for public relations, cos i haven't gone for the past 2 weeks (and i'm so lost i'm shitted.) then there's the whole commI.S. [others would say commis] report due tues, which might i add my group and i have NOT started on. brilliant.


but. i. was. too. flippin. sick. to. go. anywhere. fullstop.


so yes, i stayed in bed.

to receive calls from *surprise surprise*:

1. t. love, who insisted that he come over cos he had a surprise for me (yes indeed, it was a surprise.)
2. someone someone. i can't remember now.
3. another someone someone. also can't remember who now.
4. my dad.
yes. MY dad.
our conversation was like this at 1100hrs, and i was still rolling about in bed.


phone rings.
i think: "shiates. i hAVE to pick it up."
"hello?"
"hello. val?"
"yeah."
"dad here."
"dad? dad who?" (*note: i was thinking do i have a friend called dad. haha.)
"it's dad."
"dad?"
"yes, dad."
"oh! dad! hi! you're in singapore?" (trying to sound as cheery as a sick person can be)
"yeah, just flew in."
... and the rest of it's just fuzzy.


so then i went back to sleep. told liz to call me about commI.S. attabout lunch time to discuss. when i'm sick, i still function. no one can get me off my work. period. which isn't healthy, i hear : )

then i think attabout 1200hrs-1300hrs, i was attacked by a whole weight of 51kgs, crushing the air out of me. yes, t. decided to pull one of his surprise attacks, while i was SLEEPING! *note: i haven't left my bed since the night before.
after much squabbling about how he shouldn't do that, especially while i was sick, here's the conversation as much as i remember...


"eh. i've got a surprise for you."
"what."
"whadya think?"
"no t. you didn't."
"yes. hahahah." (that stupid laugh. *not funny lor.)
then i look from my bed, and i see someone standing outside my door.
"t.! how embarrassing!!! i'm in my PJs!"
he hAD to laugh.

note taken. t. always catches me at my worst. "you better not spill what you see, or you diiiie." *grin*

for the next 3 hours, t. tries to get me out of bed to go to the docs. we wrestle once. he won (i let him, i was handicapped. *grin*) honestly, i was really too listless, and without energy to move. it felt like i had no muscles in my entire system.

1500hrs: finally. i did showerup. sat for over half an hour in the shower, water at maximum heat (and it still felt cold. brr. fevers suck.)

1540hrs: came out. gave a call to laurence just to let him know i wasn't feeling well, and that i was going to the docs, so he wouldn't worry (which i know he would've done anyway.) t. and friend left while i was on the phone. sending hugs and kisses to friend and t., thanks for visiting and trying to get me out of bed. love.
was told to get out of my house to the docs by 1600hrs. *truth: i didn't. after putting down the phone, i fell asleep. don't squish me! : )


1740hrs: i wake.

"i hAVE to go to the docs, no matter what."

warped looking.
big and small.
fat and skinny.
colours queer.

2155hrs: i think:

"you have to take your medicine."

there it sits, 2 metres from me on the dining table.

"have to reach for it."

i think about reaching for it for 3 minutes before taking action. then i wait again.

"i need water."

(it says take after food. what food? you mean my 2 hour old roti prata?)

2200hrs: i get up off my seat. staggering to the kitchen. (oh yes. no one is home.) medicine on table. thinking:

"shiates. i need to puke. no one to clean up if it's anywhere but the toilet. go to the toilet. now."

i sit by the throne, there's nothing. haven't eaten ALL DAY. nothing. i think i had 2 sips of water when t. came over tho.
next.
i think: "i need to call someone for help."
i actually sit by the throne and say "help. someone help me." several times.

"maybe if i said it louder, my neighbours might hear me?"

i say help many many many times. and as if in answer, my phone upstairs rings. i know who.
thank god. but it's too far to answer. it gave me the strength tho, cos i knew someone was listening to me. somehow. : )

"where's my handphone? sofa. go to the sofa. get to the sofa. go valerie.
sofa. now."

i crawl. yes. on all fours. flat on the floor. to the sofa.
i reach the sofa, an arms length away and stretch with all that was in me for my phone. speed dial. 8. but i didn't press call.


here's how it works. i have mum, out of the country. dad, who just flew in, who also has no idea his way around singapore. older brother who's with my mum, in france til 4th july. and my younger brother, whose hp number i have not a clue what it is.


so speed dial 8. cancel.
speed dial 8. cancel.
speed dial 8. cancel.

i pray that my brother comes home soon. soon. soon. sOON.

2230hrs: i finally decide to call speed dial 8.
my call is cancelled. i wait. speed dial 8 calls back. good.

"hi."
"hello. are you alright?"
"help."
"huh?"
"help."
"ok, i'm on my way down now."

i try to make my way back my fridge. fever's running a lil high now. i take water from my fridge and try to drink it. maybe it might help?

didn't get very far with that either.




sat by my fridge
in my kitchen
all alone
in my house
waiting
with some fever of a crack.
it's a beautiful day.




don't really know how long it is before i hear footsteps at my door. it's my brother.

"wayne?"
"yeah."
then all i remember was trying to get myself from next to the fridge, out of the kitchen. wayne saw me on the floor, lying down.


"what's wrong?"
"i've got a fever."
"do you have medicine?"
"i haven't taken. it's on the table."
wayne takes my medicine.
"i couldn't get you. i called laurence. call him back. speed dial 8. call."
handphone's been in hands since sofa incident.
wayne takes handphone from me.
i hear cab stopping out back.
"i think laurence's here." i say
wayne on phone: "yeah come on in."
enters laurence.

and so it is, for the next 3 hours, the boys take care of me. iced packs. cold towels. crushed medicine in a mixture of sorts (urk.) hot soup.

yes, now laurence has seen me at my worst possible. i don't even look like this when i'm drunk.



here's my kudos:
1. mr in black, elliot lin. thanks for everything. thanks really.
2. 2 men in van. i didn't get your names but thank you so much.
3. bing. thanks for taking my place at work last minute
4. wayne. for being the annoying brother you weren't last night : )
5. mr laurence for rushing down to help me out. i cannot name any other because he deserves it for coming in the middle in the night after hearing me say help. and here i shall say my thanks and my apologies for stealing him away from his night out with his friends ; )
6. nokia. for coming up with speed dial. even when they made their 8250. yes my 8250.
7. to God. for friends like laurence. 'cos, i would have no idea what i would've done if not for him. muchos gracias.



and that was my story.

you better appreciate my 2 hours worth on a saturday afternoon. *grin*

and yes, i'm feeling much much better. : )



ttfn, this is me. out.









it's times like these that people should be warned about the side effects of having no sleep, too much on one's mind, and too much homework that you know you just can't do as good as you want to.

it's times like these when people should know that valerie needs her sleep, to do her homework in peace, and not be bothered by assholes like zaed.

it's times like these that people should be warned when valerie begins naming them that they are so skrewed, they wished they never existed.

it's times like these that sometimes i had a gun to shoot every flaming idiot alive, cos i know damn f*cking well that the world would be better off without them.

it's times like these that people should be warned when valerie asks for a gun to shoot people that they should run like their lives depended on it, because when valerie's mad. stop the traffic.

it's times like these when all i need to do is say a prayer for my anger to be released, and that the other person's soul be set free - because it would kill him eventually.

it's times like these that people should be warned that valerie has an inclination to being very good at being bad. so don't cross fire with me.

ttfn, this is the silent killer me. out.









liars do go to hell.

and so do hypocrites.

so burn, baby, burn.

you aint' got much. you've got nothing. i've got what i want. i know what i want, what the hell do you want. when you call yourself a friend. to stab in the back, and be nice to him. what the f*ck for? if you hate him, hate him. if you want to f*ckin' forgive him, then f*ckin forgive him. i'll deal with him my way, don't you dare deal my shit.

now you know, never cross me. i'll double cross you back.

and i know i'm better at it too.

what goes around, comes around? oh yes. i believe that too, baby. *smirk

so you watch your back 'cos who's watching yours?

ttfn, this is me. out.

---

7 minutes later...

"and now you know, don't f*ckin' piss me off.
you won't like me mad.
so zaed, go kiss your candied ass cos no one's going to kiss yours. and believe me, i'll bring it all back to you.
just for pissing me off on the wrong day.
the wrong day, baby.
wrong day.

round and round
this story spins
of her funniest,
scariest, loveliest
a novel shall she create
of this whirlwind;
the bestseller yet to be
it is here
where it all begins
an exclusive insight
so kiss me and tell

ttfn, this is me. out.









today i combed the streets, searching high and low for the one.


and i found it.

o.g.
forever 21.
topshop.

with all the feelings bottled inside, i found my outlet.
shopaholic was i. ouch. feck.

ttfn, this is the shopaholic me. out.









trippin' candies rocked 3rd place wild! : )

including issey's display of his zoning into the rhythm. i could imagine the stage break into pieces or issey hurting himself and/or the equipment whenever he tripped on the stairs. several times in fact. trippin' candies dedicated every song. it's a pity i missed the song dedicated to the plastics entitled, "PG". yeahh.. i missed it. sorry, no encore for rah and me. no big, we'll just have to catch issey and the band at another location. maybe my events management course perhaps? : ) that reminds me. shiates. homework.

oh. *note to val: ask issey what's going on with him and ____. haha. yes.

today, rah and i were shopping at guess? and ONLY guess? for about an hour half. haha.. but i loooove what i bought. a complete splurge - 60 bucks for a top. gee. but i can justify why: i simply adore the colours, the stripes, the design, the cut. it's flattering. love it; nothing else compares : ) so it's a gift for me for being so bad *grin*

wednesday's coming up, but i haven't had the 3rd party to confirm. like i say: "2 to agree, 3 to confirm". so i think i'll have to put it on hold. the rock will just have to wait.
oh yes, i'm sorry to say, there's a party of 2 in objection to the situation i'm currently standing in. i'm thinking of taking a seat in the back row to enjoy the show, but it's too bad: i'm the star of it.

think i'll do some snoopin' about. no one said i couldn't. maybe i should consider a job in the spy industry. but wait, i can't take needles/torture as much as i like to give 'em. so.. prolly not.

i can't look at you
for it feels wrong
but feeling doesn't equate is
someone explain this

oh yes, happy father's day to you dadd. wherever you are.

ttfn, this is me. out.









rav rocked last night. exhausted, but it was fun. it's been a while since i met jerry - last was when we were shopping for bedsheets! go figure. haha : )
i need to do my work. i'm feeling stresssssed out. not good. lord, give me the strength.


ttfn, this is stressing me. out.









the devil in the details
hidden in the smog
of disbelief has surfaced

now there is nothing to hide under
come out and show
your ugly identity to the world

i will take you apart
and display you
as you've done me

for humiliating you
is my intent
stop me? just try

go ahead and cry
crocodile tears don't affect me
so don't you shed any

and now you know
don't cross my path
one too many

i will take you apart
and display you
as you've done me









[From Jules's blog]Name 20 friends randomly without looking at the questions and answer the questions with regard to your friend of the corresponding number. (disclaimer: all names picked at random.)

1) Sandee. 2) T. 3) Karen. 4) Laurence. 5) Wayne. 6) Melissa Lim. 7) Juan. 8) Kenny. 9) Rah. 10) Ming. 11) Shaun. 12) Serene. 13) Amelia. 14) Marcus. 15) Suyan. 16) Andrew. 17) Kheng Wei. 18) Daphne. 19) Charlene. 20) Elizabeth

Who is #8 going out with? I'm not sure. Last I heard, he's single and happy.
Is #9 a boy or a girl? Girl.
Would #13 and #2 go out? Nah. She's got better taste, and T.'s taken.
How about #18 and #4? Maybe I sHOULd introduce 'em!? Daph's single.
What grade is #17 in? Year 2, Poly MCM.
When was the last time you talked to #12? Last week, at the school's atrium. Before she ran off to town with a certain buggg. (*note: the triple G.)
What is #6's favorite band? I have nooo idea.
Does #1 have any siblings? Nope, she's a very sad lonely child with only a rolled up blanket for a friend. HAHAHA.
Would you ever date #3? Ren? Sure why not. She's available, and a good kisser I heard (*note: I made the latter up! *grin*)
Would you ever date #7? Erm. I feel like changing the names now. haha. Nah, he's good, anyone want his number? : )
Is #16 single? I don't think so. Same girl, smitten with her since last year. Good on him.
What's #15's last name? Yeo.
What's #5's middle name? Wanie. haha. Thank god he doesn't know my blog. hehe.
What's #10's fantasy? to live happily ever after under the sycamore tree with a girl.
Would #14 and #19 make a good couple? Never thought about it. Nah. He's so straight, and she's so smitten with another. Can't help 'em there.
Tell me a random fact about #11? He's Tommy costanza. But I'm sure you knew that already.
Have you ever had a crush on #16? EEEEEW. no way. sorry buster.
Are #5 & #6 best friends? Nope. Don't know each other, but I think that they just might want to bite each others heads off if they were.
Does #7 like #20? Oh. tough one. (*note: I didn't mean for this funny system to work this
way. Don't scold me!)
How did you meet #19? Classmate in sec 3 and 4, we tickled each others' funny bones wild! : ) so much for old school times - I miss my monkeybutt and dwarflord, Charlie.









bloodline
under my palm are my veins
and my veins run to my heart
if you place your hand in mine

you might be able to trace the passage
to where i keep the memory of you

and through the pulsing blood

communicate what words cannot say











brilliant move by the bus driver yesterday, on my way to holland at night.
he jammed the breaks, and of course, as expected, people standing flew!
and flew they did, this china woman and her chunky black heels, landed oh-so-perfectly on my ankle. i didn't think much of it, accidents happen. but now i hobble about, limping for my ankle kills. maybe it'll hurt so much i can skip school? you'd think? rriiight.

i ache
throbbing pain
hurts my body
thumping away
at my bones
muscles are strained
tendons twisted
detach me please
i ache



ttfn, this is me. out.

people don't know what they've got until they lose it, or til
they could lose it.

this is the story of a young lady, who has everything in the world - a man who loves her, a high flying career that is showing her that she could go a lot further. a happy group of friends who make each other happier. but most importantly, she has a life that she loves.
one day, screechs are heard in the distance. then the prominent sound of a car speeding off. people dash out from there homes to find a woman lying face down, ripped apart. she looked like she was tossed about like a rag doll. and she was, by the car. a hit and run.
the young lady survived. but she lost all material things, her job, her wealth, her looks. she had lost everything but her love and her friends. all that is intangible to survive, she held dear.

people don't know what they've got until they lose it, or til they could lose it.

why the sudden realization that the world is unfair and that everything can be lost in that split second? it's because i've got my inspiration to show me a new perspective in life. and i thank my inspiration. yes that will be his name; my inspiration.


ttfn, this is me. out.

Part Expert Kisser

You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

Part Passionate Kisser

For you, kissing is about all about following your urges If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble

trimmed my hair today. nothing much. thought about chopping it, then thought twice. waiting for d-day. mum gave the 'o.k.' - she was like "it's her hair, she can do anything she wants!" i think andy, hairdresser was gonna fall off his chair when he heard it. haha.
hehe. made an arrangment with andy, he voiced that he would like to have the honour of shaving my head on my 18th birthday! : )
and i figured that if i do shave, i'll still be bald during christmas.
oh no, and i JUST remembered, that i want a boyfriend for christmas! geee. tough one. boy or shave head at 18?
hmmm. we shall see how much worth is this particular fellow, or maybe?! i won't even hAVE a fellow during x'mas? *grin* oh ho ho ho, we shall see.

ttfn, this is me. out.









spent an awesome time at the very location where cars make out with mr bigg ass. *grin* have to admit through the umpteen times we tried to watch edward scissorhands, i was utterly bemused at mr bigg ass's determination to ensure that the languages spoken were not the directors or the casts' afterviews.
round of applause for his achivement, it finally worked after several futile attempts; he brought down his other dvd player! *hehe.
altivo, quite a walk upwards, but the scenery/atmosphere/the whole she-bang is worthwhile. of course, as i always say, it's the company that makes it work : ) then the walk down. ah yes, all 25 minutes worth of five. *grin* it's a given. mr bigg ass is gooood.
aiights, it's a good evening out with mr bigg ass where the cars make out. period.

so now you know, i didn't run. i bravely took the ride, and i'm pleased i did : )

oh yes, puma's hot. (i see you smiling to yourself, ren. stop it!) hehe.

ttfn, this is me. out.









i feel like running. as usual. maybe it's just a phobia of what's to come.
call me chicken, i don't care. sticks and stones can hurt my bones, names do shit.
should i run? will tell more in time.


this isn't a rebound is it? but rebounding from what? there wasn't anything behind, so what's keeping me from going forward?

i control my own.

ttfn, this is me. out.









decided that the physical damnation of these fools that stand/stood before me would help my mind throw them out. and so it has.
should they return, oh well. fortune's misfortune untold. it was in cryptic before, and now deciphered. i can do it again.

goo's doll
the rock with no personality
llexy the cow
william concerto
fra*land
fiza*run
golden nelly
loy the toy soldier
p.f. the zebra
mcpTish
giraffe at 155

glitz and glamour
the life that cannot be
for the world is fair
and those who gain a lot
lose everything
so the world is fair
and the system just

ttfn, this is me. out.









tonight, after an hour half of exchange of words, i feel freeer - limitless and boundless.

for when the spirit is set free, the soul lives.

i asked the Lord for a clear mind, to guide me through the plans i have made. and He has.
funny thing: i always get a stomachache when something goes down. something big. and it's times like these when i really talk to the Lord and pray my guts out. *pun intended. hehe.

knotiness: 100% stuck and i don't care shit.
i am no longer going to make an attempt to de-knot the situations, go fix 'em yourself. feck.

maybe we can put it behind us
maybe we can settle it as friends
maybe he could just shut up,
as he usually does "i don't know!"
maybe he could disappear?
oh, yes, maybe he could.

*note: valerie anne lim belongs to no man. she also does not reply her phone calls or her msgs. so do not try to contact her, she will contact you if you are important enough.

== zee, you said you'll have a gun on standby right? is it available now? haha.
== and t. how about that westling session? i think it's time we paid our dues and really settled who's the winner. (i am. obviously, as usual. hehe.) : )
== dee love, when are we going to hit the shops, and burn that plastic!? i need retail therapy.
== rah my dearest, we need girl time. badly.
== and little val, it's about time you took time off from all these situations, because big val needs a breather.

ttfn, this is me. out.









pursing my lips, i hope you look my way
for that fleeting moment, when your eyes met mine
my heart skipped a beat

would that happen to me? maybe. just maybe?!
i hope and wish that i would meet someone that would sweep me off my feet and take me away on this adventure of a whirlwind to end up at my doorstep and kiss my flushed cheeks, saying thank you and we'll see each other some day.
but please don't come back and spoil everything. i'll be satisfied with that one amazing, glorious day of whirlwind romances. should he come back, well.. i don't know. never thought about the story after that. check back another time : )

i should ride buses more. they provide me the inspiration to write. and write i shall, as i did today from esplanade to home.

make me smile. funny,
almost achievable. almost.
like how i almost fell in love. all almost.


hold my pinky tight
like a promise in primary school
but you're holding too tight
please let go


try piercing my heart of stone and ice
dent me on the outside, that's all you can do
for i have the emotional quotient of a block of ice
and love like blood squeezed out of a rock
keep trying perhaps?
it would hurt you more than me
so give it up. i'm not worth your time.



i got my pay, and blew it like imediately on 2 pairs of shoes (my 1st pumps! and slip-ons) hehe. and a top from Topshop. bugger. someone really gotta teach me how to save.

anyway, i shouldn't call him because i really don't care. but i said i would and my remembering that i did, does that mean i care?

ttfn, this is me. out.









i'm done with my data entry madness! yaaay! it's good to have a few kicks in the head sometimes, just to make you wonder the worth of everything.

i don't feel like i'm in the flow of things.
i'm detached from the happenings of the world.
queer. my mind goes a mile a minute and i can't seem to find an explanation.

"the devil is in the details"

it got me thinking. about what? i have absolutely no idea. can't seem to grasp my thoughts anymore.

substantiated misfortune of a girl. i'm the girl.

ttfn, this is me. out.









eyes have been glued to my system for the past 5 hours.
someone will have to peel me away. haha..

got my first job doing data entry for L'Oreal: 2000 names and numbers by thurs. i aim to finish it by tonight. i'm already at 900 after 5 hours. not baaaad eh? : )

ttfn, this is me. out to attempt my 2000 quota by tonight! luck!









Thoughts that were a jumble
are still in their knots
knottiness: 100% stuck

Question. Are you trying?

The spaces are filled
Brimming and overflowing
Yet the void is there
Unchanged, untouched
And I'm unmoved

ttfn, this is me. out.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is traditional. Without saying anything, both of you communicate with your hearts.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.

In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.

please note: valerie is presently only contactable through her email vfrizzleannelilacree@hotmail.com (msn)/ valerieanne@cheerful.com, or her home number (where you are forewarned that she might not be at) sixfoursixninezerosixzeronine.

yes, i lost my phone during hopnite. was hopnite a success? erm. yeah i guessssss.

just here to inform people that i lost my phone and i'm distressed because
1. it has my messages
2. it has my message from my new job which starts on monday! (note: i glanced at the address, didn't even read it. SO. i'm so shitttted.)
3. my pictures (which i might add, i haven't uploaded into my system - ever.)
4. my pictures with my friends, whom i'll prolly never see again for the rest of my life. (oh shoot me, please.)
5. contacts. i cannot imagine trying to compile my contacts all over again!! geeeeee.

bad. looks like it's gonna be a rollercoaster all over again.

oh but on the brighter side.. wait. lemme think that over again. nope, not the brighter side. shiates. another situation i've gotten myself into. i've asked llex to be my dance partner, for comp (if we're free) and for formation.

shiates.

ttfn, this is uberbadlucked me. out.

this blog was relevant to a ms. valerie anne from when she was studying mass communications in a singapore polytechnic.

she was aged 16 on her first post, and 18 on her last.

she is currently a freelance emcee-er/hostess.
contact her at
valerieanne @ cheerful.com

some might call me the ultimate sagittarian; free-spirited and whatnot, but i don't believe in horoscopes.

"everything gets complicated when you think. i don't discourage thinking, it's over thinking that i'm worried about." - val


none existent.


i've moved on.

shop alot?


. make Valerie Anne are big name
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" - recommended by derek goh
. open a clip-on earrings shop
. open a cafe
. learn/speak spanish
. skydive over mauritius waters
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. get back into my dancing shoes
. set a world record for the longest time on a roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35. HAHA.


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