i wake on saturday morn to feel sluggish and lethargic, and in the mood of cancelling my plans for the very night; party at newsroom bar.
but of course, my dearest darlin' bestfriend of a sister, rah persuades me, very well indeed, that i ought to get my butt out of my house to not feel like that, which is, more often than not, true.

so i leave the house at half hour to midnight, to see rah and her love and her love's two boys sitting at the steps outside. and surprise surprise, i have no ids, as usual because i don't need 'em (got friends in the right places you see.. hehe.) but this time i'll need one. anyway, skip the boring bits. got in. danced with rah, lotsa pushing about on that small podium by the guys of cj. (yes, it was a cj party apparently.)

skipskipskip. (insert juicy bits here.) heh.

this guy whom i thought was a junior (note: i'm already underaged, and if he's a junior, he's way more underaged than i am!) from my secondary school. so i ask him, "are you a fairsian?" he couldn't hear a word i said, and returned my question with a quizzical look. i repeat my question, then he goes, "no. are you?" we talk here and there whilst dancing, and his friend obviously wants to talk to a girl. (sad man. haha.)

ok, apparently, 'junior man' isn't exactly junior. he's actually 20. haha. and he knows jules. will tell that another time. anyway, sarah leans over and asks if i'm interested, i tell her no. so she schemed her devious plan. "do you want to prank him?" "of course!" is my reply! : ) "act like ming (rah's boyfriend) is your boyfriend!" hurhurhur. this is going to be good.
so we chat a lil more while dancing, and ming moves on over from the boys, and next to me. and then we start dancing, a bit more touchy-feely than friends dancing. it was hilarious! you ought to have seen 'junior man's face! i tell you.. so he thought, "ok, if i can't get this one, i'll talk to the other." (and he starts talking to rah.) hahahahhahaa. guys are soooo sad.

(juicy bit 1 over.)
(insert juicy bit 2 here)

upon returning to the dance floor after a much needed break, a guy, name him red, meets me halfway; blocking my way, and we end up dancing. he's a fun guy to dance wit', a lil touchy but still fun. we talk a lil, normal chats "where's your friends?" sorta conversation.
then the dance just becomes urking. he tries to touchtouch, i obviously move away. (note: girls, when guys do things like that, just dance with your arms up in front of yourself.. heh. i'll teach you next time.) then he tries to hold; strike number 2! then..hohoho! he tries to kiss me! that's a foul!- red card! - penalty! - whateveryouwishtocallit! and so, i'm in dire need of saving at that point in time, and my heroine rah was nowhere in sight. so i call the shots to leave him on the floor saying i've gotta look for my girlfriend. hur.

so i find rah a few steps away on the podium, and then i tell her and the boys my predicament. suddenly, red joins us! *horror. rah huggs me tight, in her effort to hide me inside her. hahaa. (i love her to bits!!) : ) anyway, the boys hide me good, dancing wit' the boys gave red the signal and so he moved onto his next victim.

(juicy bit 2 over.)
(insert juicy bit 3)

i think rah and ming's in the mood to matchmake again. mr. man who saved me from red is nice la, i admit, but i'm not interested; he's nice to hug, as a friend. like i told les, there's this one criteria the guy has to meet, and i haven't met one yet. underline yet.

(juicy bit 3 over.)
(insert juicy bit 4)

i meet jp as i am leaving to find out that nellie and his love was at newsroom. i guess i was lucky not to have seen 'em. lucky bothways. : )

(juicy bit 4 over.)


the joys of having my girlfriend for my dance partner: we rock the floor good. *you can hear the guys slurping their saliva. : ) here's to 11 years of friendship, i love rah to bits.

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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