it was a crazy saturday, eve of easter sunday.
starting from a lazy morning in bed, to a loud hollaback crew finals at the indoor stadium in the late afternoon, to stang's birthday dinner at the marriott, to the bus ride to MOS, and to the horrible feeling of light-headedness from half a glass of illusion (some green drink with vodka: i have declared myself to never drink vodka or anything with vodka again - bring on the tequila shots people!), to the assholes who grabbed my butt on the Smoove dance floor before i elbowed them so hard in the gut, to the 2 absolutely amazing retro hours in Room 54 with eldon and to the supper along river valley with tim and his work crew. to think, all this happened within 16 hours. i ought be receiving the award for most amount of things accomplished in less than a day.
"i would like to not thank my mum, for making me leave home in a huff. and also not thank my brothers who simply do not understand when we say, clean the house! and do the laundry..." oh forget that.

let me just say that dinner at stang's 21st birthday bash was AWESOME - food was orgasmic; just looking at the design could make your mouth water.

eldon and i were talking when the desserts came out.
'i feel great now that i'm stationed out of...' enter the desserts, 'now that i...'
'uh-huh.' myself eyeing the strawberry banana-chocolate mousse on caked tarts.
'now that i...uh...', the trays move in slow motion past us, 'i am stationed out of camp, you see...'
we're both holding plates of tempura fish and grilled hot portions of beef and chicken, with sushi and cold potato salad, eyes fixated on the chocolate mini eclairs and strawberry jelly shots as the waiters float about the floor.
'wanna grab some dessert?' i ask.
'yeah. let's.' we drop our plates and head straight for the banana-chocolate mousse on tart.
so much for abstaining from all things sinful. : ) i admit, i'm weak. how could anyone resist such ...ohmygosh... such *bites into the tart*... we orgasm on the spot. HAHAHAA.


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14 individuals were seen hopping off an excursion bus outside the Ministry of Sound, on Saturday night, April 15, 2006. Sources tell us that it was a rental. The bus driver, Mr. Bus says that the young adults ordered him to turn into the lane, so that they could look "cool".


HAHHAAA. Yes, that's me. and "i'm here for S R Nathan's birthday bash" - that was the super secret password for the party. how cool's that? : )))

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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