merry christmas and god bless everyone.

just back from one at fullerton. where's one fullerton? it's not quite clarke quay altho close enough to sniff the smelly men downwind.

the music one fullerton wasn't great, and it carried on through the night until the point i decided to head on home. but don't get me wrong, surely i had fun. the company was great, the people were fine, the guys were average and most of them from np.

to quote fel, "we are the hottest dancers here, they'd better let us up (onto that stage)".
stripey woman and her 'topless' boyfriend took the podium humping one another so long that i think the evil woman who stood watching them hump had a child before they decided to get off. what to do when there's only one podium with a pole? heh.

my feet are kinda achy, my legs are sore, my brain's totally functioning, and all i need now is a few good hours of sleep to keep me functioning the rest of christmas day. functioning well enough to collect as many presents as i am given. heh.

i found someone i was remotely attracted to at one. underline remotely, bold attracted. i am rarely attracted to people nowadays, especially guys. sorry guys, you are either losing your mojo or i'm just turning slightly bi. (no, i am not bi. i'm just saying for a matter of fact in comparison. don't you dare turn my words around.) guys are more likely losing their mojo okay.

so what happened, again (yes, this has happened before.) is this guy, has my surname. we are both LIMs! this is unfair. i protest. i scream. i shout. i wank for joy. (haha. had to put the latter in. it reminded me of a friend's mini skit in the atrium of school.)

back to topic, this fellow whom i was remotely attracted to like all others recently, have my surname! MY surname. urgh.

ok, off to bed for, which i hope is, at least 3 hours, after i scrub myself all over and watch the grime that is lathered off my body get washed down the pipes into the sewers of the singapore drainage system.

have i said my merriest christmas yet? i have? oh dear. i'm so forgetful nowadays that i didn't get my friend's presents because i forgot and the fact that i'm dead broke.

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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