i'm now on the plane, on my way home. it was a hell of a 7d/6n holiday : )


"i'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when i'll be back again..."
nice to meet you Max Dimples. As promised, here's an entry for Max - the one who never failed to make me smile. *note: the giggly valerie appeared during this trip [priya can attest to that] heh.

what have i paid for this trip?
late sleeps
$164 2-way plane ticket on Air Asia
2880THB accomodation
Dry, craggily legs
achy, sore body
dry eyes
clogged pores from the dusty streets
no cats meowing - benji, oreo, captain, mocha
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what have i gained?
a ton of shopping
5-man tutuk race from the reclining buddha to MBK
a pair of converse shoes
4 new pairs of slip-ons
an unforgettable experience
and of course a max dimples memory : ) [how could i not say this!] *grin*

this natural high
induced by the strongest of means
found in someone
and his smiley eyes.
to max dimples:
i hope, the stars, we meet again









waving goodbye now seems to be a hobby
so long farewell, until we meet again
the uncertainty of it all
it is the epitome of leaving behind
then to meet anew again
a person everchanging, ever new
i would've grown to be a woman
you never knew









what are the things you live by? come up with your own.

smile when things don't always go right
show your gratitude - even for the smallest of deeds
don't forget your friends
don't let go of a good kisser
wearing a medium does not make you fat
watermarks are a no-no. wipe or use a coaster
never say 'no' to icecream
black is slimming, but don't wear in full
chipped painted nails are not cool, but who cares
laundry has to be done on tuesdays and thursdays
if you don't sweep, at least mop
reading doesn't expand your knowledge, it expands your wisdom
a lady can't have enough shoes/heels
how you look is a quick introduction to who you are
never kiss a guy twice
TRY to listen to your heart
never belittle small beginnings: a beanstalk grew from beans

yesterday night was ren's "safe and unsound" party for anti aids awareness. to all my friends who went to momo and got in, lucky buggs. those who went to momo and couldn't get in, HA. who ask you not to come to club home huh? but i still love you guys.
last night at home was interesting to say the least. considering it was the first time i've been caught uber high and almost close to drunk (note almost) kudos to both nneths, russ, ren, merlynn, desmond and all who took care of me. 'preciate it loads.
i'll remember the night with the blueblack on my forehead from sleeping on the railing. haha.
russ is good at 5-10, or i am just bad at it. really bad. nneths says i gotta pick my fights better. haha. yes, a lesson learnt. i lost all rounds and russ didn't even drink a bit when playing the game with me.
anyway, i think girls do get it easier sometimes, but i do not agree with juan's view of a biased world (although i really think that he thinks it's a sexist world.) why? well, i asked the bartender for a drink during freeflow, then asked for a refill. his reply: "it's after freeflow already." and he fills my drink. paid with a smile o' course.
sometime later in the night, i was on the floor, and the bartender came up to me, and passed me an uber strong longislandtea (underline uber, bold strong) i have no idea what went into that drink, but i was rather tipsy after it. i asked him who was it from, he said it's from the bartender. nice. : )
to ren, des, jem: great job and cheers to a party well done. loved working with you guys, we'll do this again sometime. maybe something that doesn't involve playing 5-10. : )

nneths is a charmer, lucky girlfriend. thanks for watching my back, and your opinion on youknowwho *grin* i have agree with you right there. yeahh, guess who was there.. him.
anyhoo, he asked me: "how do you keep up with the numbers of guys after you?"
my answer? "never kiss a guy twice." hahahah.
ok, truth? it's as simple as telling them i rather be single. : ) ain't that hard to decipher.

random entry. this is to rah if she ever reads this: woman, udegoo shudeguud nodegoh thadegat idegai thidegink jodegoh idegiss nordegot thedegeh wadegan fordegore udegoo. sorry. i will teach you something in time.

the next read i intend to get is given by tammi - how to make someone fall in love with you









surprises: he called me out of the blue.


just finished reading a book by sheri mcinnis entitled "devil may care". brilliant read - one that boggles the mind, stretching the imagination with the character who believes that she has fallen in love with the devil. hilarious and definitely worth owning a copy. i can't wait to get out to the bookstores to get my own.

it just hit me. the devil himself.


anyway, my bro celebrated his 16th birthday at Swensen's and it was lucky day cos he got the firehouse happy birthday icecream on the house (and it wasn't even the real date!) somehow, things seem to be perking up. (an inside smile: perky)

crashed at adel's today for a movie marathon. skipping the ali g movie which i fell asleep halfway to waking up in the middle of scary movie 3 - which i think was tastefully done for the 3rd time comedy. next choice on the list was the wedding date which the ohsogorgeouslydropdeadcharmsterofawinkandatightass guy who married cameron diaz on my bestfriend's wedding which also stars julia roberts. (yes, read it again. ((: ) he is to die for. *note: my boy will be just as charming as him, just you wait and see.
after the movie, jules and adel declared that they don't want to be single anymore. can't blame 'em you know. if you watched the movie, you'd think the same way. i know i did - but then again, i always do. it's an open secret! : )

you. be at club home tomorrow.











i have a feeling that inside you somewhere, there's somebody nobody knows about

i'm looking for that someone.











hearing aid: kelly rowland cd
song at the moment: (love lives in) strange places




i ought to feel liberated after last night at indochine, but i'm not.
it's finally the after exam phase, yet it doesn't feel like anything other than a normal day. dell did say he wanted to bring me to a specialist today. haha. anyhoo, it got me wondering whether i actually have anything to look forward to during the hols. hohoho. i fell asleep at indochine last night, for an hour - and i wasn't even drunk or drinking (don't count the half glass of skrewdriver.)
was looking forward to dancing with some really hot guy - who i might was not there, excluding all the guys who thought that they could dance but really couldn't, those with their girlfriends, and those who were just at indo to get it on with someone. why can't there just be dancing for the sake of dancing damnit.
ohwell, rah left me without my wallet after she left without telling me, to mackers. brilliant woman's handphone also doesn't function - no calls allowed! (woman! get a new phone! pronto.)
on a separate note, it was stef's virgin clubbing experience at indo.
not in the best of moods considering it's the first day of my hols from school. oh. yeahh, my papers are OVER! : ) throughout both my papers i kept imagining that i heard a kitten's mew! i think i'm going crazy.

thanks to dell and shuang for sitting in the rain with me yesterday at indo. i love the rain; i'm going to find someone to sit through the rain with me. : )

think bangkok. bangkok. dkny. ralph. puma. (ok, i have to call him. promise ren!) purple shades kisses. gotham dancing. bangkok. deewee. (am missing you already! haha) daph love. oreo, mocha, captain. (3 kittens are out of the house! and feeling much better. yay.)

better mood. switched on.













hearing aid: kelly rowland "past 12"

my impression of love at random

love surges
tickles the funny bone
shines like the sun
glitters in the night
lights the room with its presence
makes me glow
proud and lustful
the clinking of glasses
tapping your feet to the music
a skip in my step
hopping like a child
hand on my back
soft lips
massaged achy feet
painted rooms
small beady eyes; laughter
dancing in my head
white liles of lilac bloom
picnics by the seashore
sitting in a swing
rolling by the green plains
love makes me smile









i have never felt so bored
or out of place before
but now i fear something
so under my skin

this pulse within me doesn't seem right
paced too slow for the tortoise in the race
even the hare will get sick of waiting
till it sleeps the time away; giving chance
for the slow tortoise to get away free
plodding on, its heart beats steady and slow
just like this one

*i have been frowning so much, i just might have wrinkles before i turn 18.









the cow messaged me.

"cactus."

he's still the same, but i've changed. i know that.



















ok, people cheat on one another, i will not deny that.
but don't you ever wonder what leads people to cheating on their other half?
i'm sure they have valid reasons right? maybe they stopped loving them, or maybe this new person has a quality that you're looking for. what bull!

the whole, i still love you, and it won't happen again? bullshit.

not that i don't believe love conquers all, wait. yeahh i don't believe love conquers all! :) and i feel that i'm actually better off not living in denial. love is only a word, and it is an emotion that leads you to do silly things, not stupid mind you, just silly.

like kicking coconuts on the beaches of sentosa, how about falling asleep in their car and them not waking you up because you look so peaceful.

oh well. love is a good excuse to do all these silly things. :)









never thought words could give you an orgasm? think again. : )

. raspberry-filled almond cake with chocolate ganache
. citron vokda cake with lemon scented buttercream icing
. hazelnut genoise washed with cognac, layered with dark chocolate ganche and iced with espresson buttercream
. blackberry filling with white chocolate mousseline
. pale buttercup yellow broderie anglaise with hand-painted eyelet
. mocha, strawberry, amaretto cake
. chocolate fudge cake with white chocoate mousse and white chocolate buttercream icing, fresh raspberries served on the side
. yellow sponge cake with amaretto-laced custard, dark chocolate mousse and rolled chocolate icing
. apricot-ginger pound cake with rum glaze
. vanilla-bean cheesecake topped with fresh violets and egg white, sprinkled with light coating of sugar and candied flowers
. strawberry mascarpone trifle
. yellow cake with passion fruit and orange cream filling, cream cheese icing
. orange blossom yellow cake with raspberry mousse and pink pistachio-scented buttercream
. faux fondant finish in lavendar Italian meringue buttercream icing, dotted with hand-sculpted violet blossoms in brilliant shades of amethyst
. champgne-coloured fondant-iced design embellished with roses, sweet peas, fall leaves and burgundy grapes


some say that you can find your other half by the cake they choose. : ) some say.









i got a job. *shriek

yes, i'm jumping all over my house furniture, and bouncing off the ceiling. indochine's has asked me to join their events management team! woah. yeahhh woooooaaaah. : )

*curtsies. i am professional. eat this. : )

back to bouncing off my ceilings. ta!









bottom line: a relationship should make you happy. if it doesn't, lose it. who cares.

that's probably why i'm still single.

ok. this is the shit that i've been living with.

sometimes you've got to be friends to two parties at war. and being sandwiched between either is not a good spot to be. maybe i ought to just spill the beans on either side because honestly, if they keep it up, there's nothing going to be left of either.and believe me, it's not as if one side is right and the other is wrong. truth is both are in the wrong, this coming from a third party's point of view.
so when people are at war, leave them alone or skrew them both. it would save you a whole less of a headache and internal moral arguments. and it'll prolly make you feel better when it's over.

so don't take sides, just be objective. and scold both of them.

when i get my hands on either of 'em, i'll wring their heads. : )

yes, verbal diarrhea session officially over.









can you imagine walking into your kitchen with someone special in tow? no
can you imagine looking into the mirror and seeing someone special behind you holding you in his arms? no
can you imagine falling into bed smiling 'cos someone's waiting for you? no
can you imagine cooking a meal with someone special chopping the vegetables for you in the corner? no
can you imagine being all flustered with a broom around someone speciali as you tidy the house? no
can you imagine walking through those doors to give someone special a kiss on the lips and say you're home? no
can you imagine having someone special to look at you smiling to themselves because you've got flour on your face? no
can you imagine holding hands with someone special because that person is your someone special? no
can you imagine sitting opposite someone special during meal time and having nothing to say because you've talked your lives out? no
can you imagine being in love with someone special for the rest of your life? no
can you imagine being in love - fullstop? _____


presently reading a book by Jennifer O'Connell "Dress Rehearsal", and i'm considering setting up a bakery. not just any bakery, but a wedding cake bakery where i create my own cakes of sorts. "an attempt at desserts that are long on elegance and short on artistry."

"she stood up and leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, but he grabbed her from behind, spun her around, and bent her backward into a very Fred Astaire-like dip before kissing her on her nose." now where can i find people like that?

"he walked through the revolving door, but instead of stepping out when he reached the lobby, he kept traveling in a circle and ended up back outside with me. 'and don't be too bummed about the shopping. you'll find what you're looking for as soon as you stop looking. that's the way it always is, right?' he winked at me and spun back into the foyer, where he waved and heaved toward the elevators.

and if you're interested in a melange of flaky albacore in white sauce, sprinkled with freshly grated aged chedar and nestled on a bed of tasted oganic nine-grain loaf, let me know. i can whip up one heck of a good tuna melt on whole wheat. haha. so much for wheting your appetite with words. : )










watched napola and i have to admit, i thought it contained traces of homosexuality and gays in it at first, but it doesn't. maybe subtle hints perhaps? perhaps? it's still a flippin' great show, how often can you watch two german guys get it on in the bathroom and one having the finest asses around? infer it anyway you want, hur. : )

i said 'flippin hea-gee' today - what i meant to say was 'flippin heavy'. yes i have been "juananised". *horrors. but the owner/originator is still a good sport : )


the song game is a riot. disclaimer: this game does not require alochol.
how does 'the song game' work? get a group of friends. appoint someone to start, the person has to think of word. with the word selected, everyone has to come up with a song that contains that particular word/soundalike. go around the group, until you die of laughter.

rules of the game:
1. you can twist any song!
for example,
word: OLD
"OOOOOLD-nly (only) you!"

2. the word can be a subset of another
for example,
word: be,
"you're BEautiful, that's for sure."

3. rules don't apply. make your own.


and mr. late came late again, not exactly. he came 5 minutes before duedate and from noon time, he's accumluated a total of 699 demerit points after addition and deduction. we're thinking of keeping it around til bangkok. whaddya say mr. late? : )

last day of submissions, it's officially over. but not really just yet. 2 papers to go, this week i shall study. kudos to the 4th state, karen editoraah, my subber partner benita, kampung glam designer adeline, the geniuses pearl, elizabeth, guang rong, yuxin and juan. i'm very pleased with the final product, proud of you guys and glad i got to work wit' you through the semester. one more sem to go! : )

and if you're worried about next sem? p*shaw, we've made this one, and so the next and the ones that will come after that too.

yes, study. after i sleep. and shower.









virgin experience: flea market at zouk

looks like i'm learning things everyday : )

anyway, looks like my spending ways aren't over, becaues today's splurges got me a good $79 down. let's see: 2 bags, 3 tops (hula&co., bloodbros, fleshimp), 1 underwear (topshop: not from the fleamarket although they WERE selling 'em. hur.), 1 half jacket/pullover fleshimp (woohoo! finally something for the shoulders!)
honestly, of all my buys, my favourites would be the halfjacket, and my bag from tophop ($39! and it can hold my laptop! whooopie!), and this nice white top (which i saw at hula&co. a while back. hur.), and the fleshimp light purple top. which means pretty much everything i bought today makes me a happy person.

ahh yes, just remembered why i wanted to post.

another virgin experience: asking for some really gorgeous guy's number, *note: he turned out to be real stupid. oh well, i couldn't have both ends of the world could i?


juice.

walking around flea market for the godknowshowmanyethtime, and then rul points out nice jacket (something adel would definitely like, we say.) gorgeous guy says magic words 'warehouse' and '$50', which leave rul and myself thinking 'hmmmm. expensive no?' gorgeous guy says 'i sell you cheaper. $49.90!' can you say, omgosh - i can save 10 cents! yay.

so i tell him that i've got a friend who'll prolly be interested in it. and he says that i've gotta come back. and then he holds out his pinky finger, and says 'promise?'geee. like when was the last time i made a pinky promise? (that reminds me.)so gorgeous guy's name is now mr. pinky finger : )

rul and i walk around somemore, then adel says we're going off already. *note: haven't gotten adel to mr. pinky finger's shop yet. dang. promise is a promise, plus he's goodlooking. i wonder: should i ask him for his number, no harm to asking him right?

rul's egging me on, 'go! ask him lah, slarrrrtay.' hur. i've heard this word so many times today. slaaaarrrrtay. oh well.

i reach mr. pinky finger's shop, and ask him 'sold the jacket already?', he says something like 'no, waiting for you.' or some shiate like that.

then when i'm about to go, i hestitate for like split of a split second, then i turn to him and ask him for his name (twice - i'm deaf damnit.) then i ask him 'can i have your number?' hohoHO. he says 'sure!' and so now, i have mr. pinky finger's number. slart. yesyes. heard it umpteen times. make that umpteen times and one now. : )

so i msg mr. pinky finger (*note: his name's mighty boring to type now. urgh. my attention span is shortening. bugg.) like 6 hours later (i'm not desperate ok!), random topic focused on the object which got us talking - the jacket. "hey, val here. the girl at the flea market. sold the jacket?" (yeahhyeahh, i didn't tell him my name, or give him my number. so this is completely my doing. yesyes. my doing.)

so to cut the story short, he's a stupid guy, who thinks 18-year-olds are too young, and he being 20 is waaay more mature with his *tweeest* (hold up 2 fingers to face) look. urk. okay, i admit, bad taste. juan off thing, you cannot hold this to me. hurhur.

juice over.


note: bangkok's going to be a blast, and jules is a riot when she's cheesed. names i've never heard before were spouting, and it was all very entertaining.
wireless is still f'ckin down, and so i leave my blogposts saved in my system on notepad until i am able to get my hands on a good system that has internet connection. so for the timebeing, i'm very much left outside the triple-w. bugg.


note#2: breakfast didn't happen. oh well. better this way maybe?


hurricane katrina is horrible. the human soul is devastating.
i only found out on saturday night, i've been living in 4 walls with no tv or radio, you cannot blame me.

i pray for the people of new orleans. amen.









back from my night out with old friends of a diverse background, i realise that we've not really changed much in 2 years. besides the fact that i'm the only one left not attached, everyone's still the same : ) dinner/chill out at villa bali was fine, needed a lil loosening up, but at the end, laughter was achieved. hoorayy.

i missed yesterday's meet up: including aki, adam and their halves, and all others. it looked like yesterday was much more fun at clarke quay. dang, i couldn't make it. it's aiight, will catch 'em another time around. and yes i would have to get down to my 2nd dive, i'm the last one standing - with gloria that is. hur.

so yeahh, he's attached. happy for him because he deserves someone great. and so does every other living, breathing human being. anyway, he's flying off again tomorrow at 8pm. told him we ought to meet up before he flies. breakfast it seems.

so my bed is calling to me, and my hours are draining, my head is in a whirl, and all i had was a sprite tonight. i wonder what's the high i'm getting then.



i just remembered that i met up with nellie recently. *note: he is a ___ ______. question of the century is up again: why didn't it happen? and why did it happen anyway? i just thought about my lil secret tucked away. that shall be his name: my lil secret tucked away.

scandalous child
you heartbreaker of sorts
don't turn your head away
in shame for your deeds
but try to stand proud
for you tested the waters
of lukewarm and boiled
now make a decision
to make or break one
you scandalous child

so breakfast it is, good night.












yesterday was the last day of school.
so i sit back and i can't believe it's over.
it went by too fast.

following the traceurs around city hall was interesting to say the least. webdesign was done, submitted yesterday after staying up ALL night through thurs. i have to commend adel. she is pro, she did not sleep a wink at all. at least i got an hour's worth at 7 in the morning. adel was completely high on coke. *note: the wonders of coke keep people high and sleepless.

anyway, newswriting is eating my hours again. it's due monday.









hearing aid: james blunt - you're beautiful
*note: i'm waaay addicted to this song and adel's ipod list.

my mum's letting me fly off to bangkok. hur.

and she's booking the tickets.

it'll be adel, jules, mavis, juan, xb, priya, yuxin, guangrong, benita and me doing major shopping spree from sept 23 to 29! : ) 6 days, 5 nights. accomodation is freelodging with adel's mum and return trip tickets costs $170. i can't wait.

anyway, i've been forgetting my friends' birthdays. think my memory's lapsing. reminds me. charlie gordon is not dead, he's very much alive and he's very much smarter than most people. read 'flowers for algernon' if you're interested in the human mind's development. and believe me, i'm still sitting on that one though i finished it ages ago.

i've learnt randomness sets in quick.

f.y.i, if you're free on sept 22, go for an anti-HIV awareness club party at home. tickets at $15 from me! : ) hahah. you better come if you're free. i'll hunt you. be sure of it. *grin*

yes, to bangkok we'll fly.









in a gist, i got a B+ for radio. not disappointed, but i guess i was expecting more. my bubble ain't burst so there ain't much to be upset over : ) i'm doing rather well in my mods this sem, surprisingly. and of coures i'm pleased.

i'm having a sudden influx of entries because my feckin' laptop/home system wireless is down. stop asking me why, i'm ready to throw my laptop out the window and smashing it to smithereens. why? because i am a subed for newswriting and i need my email to work to get the writers' works. argh. *throws laptop out the window for the hundreth time.

*breathe.

radio grades: C+, B+, A, B+
commiss grades: 24/30 (A) for Teen Sex [teach wants us to organise it and send it into SYMC again.], 18/20 for my paper on Feminism [hur. can't believe it either. guess raiding the national library did help eh? : )]
vebd grades: A for my 'resume' website (yay.), creative journal [shan asked me if i was koren.], awaiting final grades for 'run: le parkour'. - *note: jules called me a flash hoar. haha. because i'm gooooood at flashMX.
pr: B+, A+, (waiting for final grades on Clarke Quay - apparently very groups passed. bugg.)
newswriting: urks. D+ and C+ i think, teach says i would have to work my butt of as subed to get my B. just a B. save me.

*breathe.

on a happier note: puma. hur. ok. happier note. *grin* please remind me to thank him with a movie/meal or something. or something.

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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