VC; pretty damn frequent

taking off

2008-01-03T21:28:00.000+08:00

Catch me if you can, it's been a great six months.

http://strikingintrigue.blogspot.com

au revoir 2007

2007-12-31T21:23:00.000+08:00

2007
This year, a great lesson was learnt while an enormous blow was delivered. I have spent most of it riding on a personal wave of devastation, although there were many, many glorious moments of genuine friendships, pure happiness and mind-blowing fun. But as all things, it is coming to an end, and i cannot be more glad and upset that the year will soon be over.

It has been a year that was both tumultuous and tempestuous, one of grave mistakes and guilty regrets. And yet, i have many to thank for lending me a much-needed helping hand along the long and winding path of this treacherous journey we call life. I am ever grateful to you, and promise to be there in a time of need. Anything, anything at all, and i am prepared to listen without judgement as you have listened to me.

To those i have fallen out with or misunderstood, i am letting bygones be bygones and putting the past behind us, i now harbour no ill-feelings against you. To those i have grown close with, i strongly hope our silent understanding remains and that we stay close. Lastly, to my family, my dearest parents and beloved brothers, we have all grown again this year, and have forged bonds that are both stronger and deeper. Though there are certain things that you will never grasp, I will always be at peace to know in my heart your undying love and support.

Here's to us: who we were; who we are; and who we will be.

And with that, i bid everyone a happy new year.

It is far too early for any negative thoughts, so push the insecurities away and never welcome them back. Remember to take care, as this self-discovery of who you really are continues. Finally, bear in mind that it is always darkest before dawn, and when it breaks, the light will shine through.

My last words: live it up, for you will have every moment only once and nothing can be undone.

Yours faithfully,
Victoria

"The best way out is always through."
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

"But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near."
- Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)

"Do, or do not. There is no 'try'."
- Yoda ('The Empire Strikes Back')

claire's belated

2007-12-30T23:54:00.000+08:00

Intoxicate me now

Claire's belated birthday do. MJ'd like crazy with Belle, Elaina, Shurui. Belle won a congratulatory amount of cash from us, and Shurui kept whining about her "man tai pong pong", wth. Bridge, then up to the loft, played two-people bridge with Shurui while everyone else played Ouch (?). I didn't get it, then alphabet game which we didn't complete. Yiying, Broc and Zoe are really funny, especially Zoe. Lmao, Christian Lacroix haute couture evening gown. I think those six words sucked out all her brain juices, poor girl. Then i can't remember, more mahjong, and then someone set up the barbecue, which i kept my distance from because sweat and smoke isn't my thing. Really, i'm the last person to ask when it comes to starting fires. Shurui, Yiying and Zoe spiked the drinks, i refused to partake in their up-to-no-good deeds. Heh, but everyone got their fair share of kicks outta it. Meryl and Herlene came, haven't seen them in eternity, hahaha Foofoo! Bitches, i miss you both. MC, we'll talk soon. Feel The Noise with Mel, Yan, Rachel, but i eventually got bored with the bloody movie cos it turned out to be another 8-Mile meets Step Up meets Honey meets every rap boy and dance girl film ever made. Went outside to sit with Broc, Elaina, Shurui, Belle, Ruby, and Zoe cos they were roasting marshmellows. Ate so much yummy melted heaven smothered in Nutella, so damn sinful. Talked about The OC and Gossip Girl, yesyes I EFFING LOVE CHUCK BASS. Haha thanks to all the roasting people (Zoe and Shurui) and Ruby for buttering the marshmellows in Nutella. Sorry okay, i'm lazy like that. Love all of you, (YES BELLE, YOU TOO). Talked football with Rachel, OMFG Philipp Lahm for Man U?! Don't shit me, pleasethanks. People left, and we cut the cake and sang Claire her song. Then Belle demanded wine from her parents, and they graciously obliged. Loved the Icewine, total coolness. Yan couldn't stop singing its praises. Everyone retreated to the loft again, and then people took turns "deejaying" with Claire's iPod, and the rest of us just layed around her bed and tried to walk on the ceiling (Broc, Rachel!).

Okay, adieu. I need to bathe, i stink of barbecue fumes. Shackeddd.

P.S I'm sure lots had fun at the Sharapova-Chekvatadze match today!

charles brandon is sexy

2007-12-27T16:04:00.000+08:00

Love is merely a deception to fool us humble mortals

This one might be a little long (:

It's been a week since i've gotten back, and my post-Japan enamour has ceased somewhat. Apologies for not updating immediately, as usual i've got my lazy string of excuses. First and foremost, i couldn't load the photos from my camera into the pc, some problem with the USB cable, and i thought photos would compliment a post quite prettily. Also, i've been rather preoccupied with The Tudors, a period drama on the scandals and shenanigans going on in the court of King Henry VIII. Although the lead role is played, ill-fittingly so, by Jonathan Rhys Meyers, the ten-part mini-series remains incredibly addictive.

Especially since i've fallen in love with Henry Cavill, who plays Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk, childhood best friend and official confidante of the king. And if you happen to wonder, then yes, he is another Chuck Bass sort. Gorgeous, bad boy, total player (as much as you can be in Tudor times, that is), absolute ladies man.

Seriously right, he's the new, absolute sex. And its not so much his looks, which is nothing short of the tall, dark, handsome mould, but his behaviour, his character, his trademark smirk. Henry Cavill is really in his element as Charles Brandon, i'm head over heels. You can have Chuck Bass for all i care, Charles Brandon is so much more the man than he is. And the part where he told Princess Margaret he married her for love, and she tearfully replied that he could love for a year, a month, a day, or perhaps even an hour, and he would love perfectly, but only for that time. My heart just broke for her. && and the part where he tries to convince the French queen to sleep with him to take revenge on King Francis. He just went "Go to bed with me.", in an oh-so-casual matter-of-fact manner, with an utter disregard of the consequences. God, i love a bad boy.

I think Charles Brandon and Princess Margaret (former Queen of Portugal, until he inspired her to murder the king), are perfect together. Both are gorgeous, you can't deny. And they started out with that taunting-love/hate-with-an-undercurrent-of-sexual-desire thing, (think Marissa-Volchok in their early stages before the drugs & booze) if that isn't captivating, then you don't understand the definition of the word.

The Princess Margaret Tudor, absolute stunning.

This onslaught of obsessions with all things period begin in early December when i first laid hands on Marie Antoinette, which has risen in ranks to become one of my favourite films, despite the sparse dialogue and long silences. Another factor of period dramas/ films i find highly attractive is the costumes, which never, ever fail to blow me away. And if i were to continue waxing lyrical about Marie Antoinette, you would be bored to tears. Though it is a story of an Austrain princess becoming a queen of France, it is also a blatant showcase of an extravagant lifestyle dedicated to the pursuit of indulgence. Sofia Coppola works her magic once again, with a flawless soundtrack and hidden pop culture icons. Blink, and you'll miss it. P.S. Jamie Dornan is sexy (:

The photos say everything:

Anyway, at the airport before taking off, Mummy gave me five minutes in Times where i insisted on buying a book. The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory stood out, firstly because Natalie Portman was recently featured on the cover of Teen Vogue, and the novel used the movie shot as its title cover.

Can i just say that its one of the best damn books i've ever read, i was simply glued to the novel. It's also the best companion one could hope to have on all those plane rides (four in all, Singapore-Shanghai, Shanghai-Osaka, Tokyo-Shanghai, Shanghai-Singapore). I went from totally rooting for Anne Boleyn at the start, i love her character, to feeling shocked at her absolute ruthlessness and cruelty the moment she ascended the throne. I love George Boleyn though, Philippa Gregory wrote him perfectly. Which leads to how i am just dying for the movie to come out, sometime in February next year. The casting is flawless, Natalie Portman is one of the few actresses today purely dedicated to her art, Scarlett Johansson i detest, but she takes the role of Mary Boleyn, supremely bland so i don't care. Last but not least, Eric Bana as Henry VIII, an assignment i trust with all my heart because he did Prince Hector of Troy so much justice.

from mt fuji

2007-12-16T18:47:00.000+08:00

IN JAPAN RIGHT NOW, USING THE INTERNET CONNECTION IN THE ARCADE/GAMES ROOM OF THIS HOT SPRINGS RESORT ON MOUNT FUJI. MY HANDS ARE FREEZING, AM TYPING WITH MY INDEX FINGERS. OKAY, I FREAKING LOVE JAPAN. ITS DA BOMBBB. MORE UPDATES WHEN I GET BACK. OHYES, the boys here are super cute. Anddd, my brothers & i are planning to find the yakuza when we get to Tokyo tomorrow. My hands are too cold. Sayonara (:

robert pattinson for edward cullen, official

2007-12-12T14:26:00.001+08:00

Be there till the end of time

The formal announcement is up:

SLATED TO PLAY THE ONE AND ONLY EDWARD CULLEN IN THE UPCOMING TWILIGHT MOVIE IS

(drumroll please)

ROBERT PATTINSON aka Cedric Diggory

of Harry Potter & The Goblet Of Fire fame.

The Chosen Edward

What a truly sad anti-climax. I was hoping and praying and crossing my fingers for Gaspard Ulliel, because despite being French, the fine features and pale pallor fit my mental interpretation of Edward Cullen perfectly. I mean, Cedric Diggory? Fuck! As much as i loved him back when GOF came out (i'm a huge, huge sucker for prettyboys), he still remains highly unsuited for the character of Edward Cullen.

The Ideal Edward

We're talking about Edward Cullen, for goodness sake. Edward Cullen. I cannot put anymore emphasis, but Robert Pattinson for Edward Cullen??!

Pfft. Robert Pattinson may not exactly have showcased his acting talent to its fullest potential, given the limited amount of screen time he was allowed in GOF, but seriously, i think the HP movies have mostly gone to fucking ruin, the massacre that is the Order of the Phoenix being the latest on the list. Prisoner of Azkaban was the first destroyed.

But enough about Potter films here. Ughh.

Edward Cullen!

Oh god, i cannot express my growing indignance at this latest development in a more belligerent manner. I am literally glowering at the monitor as i type. Shit, Edward Cullen going to ruins? Ohh, the horror.

The Ideal Jacob

Okay, okay, trying to calm down now. Stephenie Meyer, the genius author of the Twilight trilogy, did mention briefly that Steven Strait with long hair would be her perfect Jacob Black, and i cannot agree more. He would suit the role perfectly, and i can see the Jacob in my head mould to fit him. Besides, i was becoming more pro-Jacob after the Italy episode, and spent the entire Eclipse rooting for him.

Kirsten Stewart has already been signed to play Bella, yes, yes, another disappointment. I haven't seen her in action, but the physical image alone doesn't fit. Although protesting vehemently to suggestions of Emily Browning at first, i'm begining to grow on that idea. Pity, shame.

There are other casting toss-ups on Stephenie Meyer's site, and if you're a true fan of the stunning trilogy, go check them out. Some, though the last person you would actually dream of to play certain characters, are actually pretty compatible. I absolutely loved the idea of Olivia Wilde (Alex, from The OC 2) for Rosalie, she's the closest you can come to fitting the bill perfectly. In my opinion, Chris Evans would make the perfect Emmett. Jasper would be interesting to cast.

One of the last few posts of the year. Am flying off to Japan/Shanghai early tomorrow morning, the parentals are nagging like crazy. Packing's a bitch, and i still need to load a bunch of songs into my player for those long-haul coach rides we've been told to expect? Not too sure, but you'll hear from me when i get back, shortly before Christmas.

Yes, i'll be missing Chelsea vs Arsenal, i know, i knoww. I don't have my money on any of them, but i do hope Chelsea catches up with ManU, at least reclaim some of the faith i lost in them. Though my ideal finale to this season would be Arsenal for the Premiership and Chelsea for the Champions League.

Oh, and without forgetting, the cousin won bronze in Men's Gymnastics at the SEA Games, so congrats to him.

More Twilight stuff when i get back, their all a bitch to upload, and i'm running outta time.

Au revoir (:

P.S Chuck Bass is The Love.

short rant

2007-12-11T20:49:00.000+08:00

Today was one of acquired tastes and phone swapping, proclaiming my love for many and forcing Mel & Broc to suffer me compassionately for a short-lived moment or two. Elaina also got to show me the cool grey Kappa sneakers she finally got, and ohhhh i've got my eye on a pair of Vans, not too sure which ones yet, cos there're two models appealing to me right now. Am hoping Singapore is updated enough to carry them in time for the Christmas season, just saw them in this month's Teen Vogue magazine. Belle bailed on us in favour of some guy, thanks a lot, but i still managed to bask in the glow of Steph's company after not seeing her for so long. Talked to Sha this morning, she's finally back from India (: (: and when i fly off to Japan early Thursday morning, i've to find her a hot Jap guy, a la Han from Tokyo Drift, hahaha!

Short, sweet. Can't wait to hit Tokyo (:

plato, nietzsche, tolstoy, hemingway, robbins

2007-12-04T16:36:00.000+08:00

There's no other direction but up when you're at the bottom

"Attention to health is life's greatest hindrance."
- Plato (427-347 B.C.)

"Plato was a bore."
- Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)

"Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal."
- Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)

"I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy."
- Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)

"Hemingway was a jerk."
- Harold Robbins

i want my episode tennn

2007-11-30T15:46:00.000+08:00

Don't fly so high, little bird, you'll get your wings clipped

VICTORIA WANTS HER EPISODE TEN NOW.

OMG, OMG, OMGGG.

I can't wait for Gossip Girl Episode 10 (Hi, Society) to come out, their take on cotillion is gonna be epic. Definitely better than The OC's, which would be bland in comparison, and that's saying something. Just watched the preview.

My heart is breaking, literally, for Chuck.

He went through the entire Episode Nine with zero screen time, and i'm really, really starting to miss my favourite bad boy.

Blair + Chuck = Perfection.

Why does Nate Archibald have to make a comeback, ughhh. Yes, he's the golden boy, but in my book, Bad Boy totally trumps Golden Boy. So there.

See, don't they just look so, so, so perfect together? Ohmygod, i know i'm going all mentalist here, but i love them together. They. Have. To. Be. Together. It gives me a reason to live, hahaha.

Anyway, here's an Episode 10 spoiler:

The annual Cotillion Ball is about to take place. Blair is not going with Nate, but she finds herself being featured in The New York Times and is enjoying her secret affair with Chuck. Serena is not going, so her grandmother, CeCe, shows up to change her mind. Jenny volunteers for the ball and Lily takes her under her wing. But the night of The Cotillion is the night of Alison's first art opening, and Rufus and Alison say Jenny cannot attend the ball. Jenny decides to defy them both. Refreshed by Blair's newly buoyant attitude, Nate asks her to The Cotillion and she says yes, which makes Chuck jealous. CeCe tells Lily and Serena that she is sick and her last dying wish is to see Serena go to the ball, and she wants Serena to go with Carter Baizen. CeCe insults Dan and offers to pay Rufus off to convince Dan not to go with Serena. Dan learns of this and tells Serena that he does not think very highly of CeCe, which results in a huge fight between them. Serena decides to go to the ball with Carter. Chuck manipulates Nate into thinking Carter is having an affair with Blair, so Nate punches Carter at the ball. (taken from cwtv.com)

Like i said, can't wait.

Came across something funny on the CW website. Since Brad Pitt & Angelina Jolie have Brangelina, Tom Cruise & Katie Holmes have TomKat, the CW's asking what should Chuck Bass & Blair Waldorf be?

a) Bluck (omfg, NO)

b)Bassdorf (the only remotely acceptable one)

c) Chair (LMAO)

d) Waldass (completely unsuitable)

Personally i think "Blass" would sound better, but then that's just me.

Alright, gotta fly. Some party thing at Vivo happening later, the Mother wants me to get ready early.

23 now, got his life in his hand

she's looking all around and he doesn't understand

cause life's too busy, things get in the way

we all feel alone every single day

skyway avenue + breakdown opener

2007-11-29T17:14:00.000+08:00

When wood floors meet high heels

Jose Mourinho might come back to Englad after all, how wonderful. Then again, maybe not. I haven't quite taken a proper stand on that, but he and Fabio Capello coach the same style of football, not Arsene-Wenger-esque at all. No flow, but super effective. Which takes everyone back to the age-old debate, is football about beauty or winning?

Anyway, it would be somewhat amusing to see Jose bossing Becks around, so at least there's an entertaining bit to the whole thing. We'll see how it goes.

Went to Malaysia over the weekend, good time. Without forgetting, some pretty good titles acquired. Finally found Marie Antoinette, after such a long time.

The brothers agreed to let me put on I Know Who Killed Me on Sunday evening, after i vetoed Transformers, At World's End, Gameplan and Babel. Here's a word of caution: it's one of those bloody crapped-up movies with a script tailor made for Lindsay Lohan. She spends half the movie pole-dancing/ fucking her "twin's" boyfriend too loudly/ giving the audience her shudder-inducing rendition of a supposedly raunchy striptease, and the other half trying to seem like a total enigma. Pathetic attempt, too ugly for words.

We should've settled for Gameplan. After the eye-sore, it was their pick, hence Survivor Series. Boys are too predictable at times.

December's coming, next thing i know, the entire month would've unwittingly passed me by. Then comes the 2008 and a whole new year. Daunting prospect.

P.S Faber Drive's lead vocalist is cute.

P.P.S I'm too in love with Skyway Avenue by We The Kings, the whole Boys Like Girls thing feels like centuries ago. && and, October Skies by Waking Ashland, among thirty others (:

don't think or judge

2007-11-21T13:58:00.000+08:00

The dark side of the moon

Sometimes i wonder why i actually buy books, considering how i almost always finish them within twenty-four hours, no matter how thick the volume, irregardless of how much i try to prolong my time with the novel, slow down my reading. I still end up inevitably glued to the words, polishing off page after page in quick succession.

Just Listen by Sarah Dessen would be the new favourite, though i originally fell in love with the cover first. And if you dismiss it as insubstantial chick lit within immediate sight of the book itself, then it is you, who's the shallow one. Because you're judging a book by it's cover, no pun intended.

"Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couln't know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus."

The amount of choices we have at this point, would be but a vast array of options, possibly likened to numerous winding paths leading off the main road. To classify them as a whole is an impossible task, too ambiguous to grasp. We may step up to our responsibilities, or retreat into the shadows, leaving our inner demons lurking somewhere in the back of our minds. Far away from thought, something you have no wish to acknowledge, publicly, privately, or otherwise.

"There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you better learn to know the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying."

Finding inspiration in the face of adversity.

*All italicised quotes credit to Sarah Dessen.

Straight Lines, by Silverchair.

Breathing from a hole in my lung
I had no one
But faces in front of me
Racing through the void in my head
To find traces of a good luck academy

Sparks ignite and trade them for thought
About no one
And nothing in particular
Washed the sickened socket and drove
Resent nothing
There's good will inside of me

Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I'm a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line

Something I will never forget
I felt desperate
And stuck to the marrow
Invisible to everyone else
I'm a sex change
And a damsel with no heroine

the shag-worthy footballers

2007-11-20T22:25:00.000+08:00

Now that its all said and done

1. Bold the names of guys you'd definitely shag.
2. Italize the ones you'd possibly shag after a little persuasion.
3. Leave the ones you don't know of or wouldn't mind shagging if you really had to.
4. Strike the ones you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.

1. David Odonkor
2. Phillip Lahm
3. Michael Ballack
4. Christoph Metzelder
5. Sebastian Kehl
6. Lukas Podolski
7. Jens Lehmann
8. Bastian Schweinsteiger (in a heartbeat, no second thoughts)
9. Miroslav Klose
10. Per Mertesacker
11. Torsten Frings
12. Arne Friedrich
13. Oliver Kahn
14. ~~Gerald Asamoah~~
15. Tim Borowski
16. Oliver Neuville
17. Bernd Schneider
18. Thomas Hitzlsperger
19. Marcell Jansen
20. Robert Huth
21. ~~Jens Nowotny~~
22. Mike Hanke
23. ~~Timo Hildebrand~~
24. David Beckham (this is Becks we're talking about)
25. Michael Owen
26. Owen Hargreaves
27. Steven Gerrard
28. Frank Lampard
29. John Terry
30. Jamie Carragher
31. Maniche
32. Nuno Gomes
33. ~~Simão Sabrosa~~
34. Cristiano Ronaldo (only in Pepe jeans)
35. Luis Figo
36. Ricardo Carvalho
37. Deco
38. Zinedine Zidane
39. Thierry Henry
40. Claude Makelele
41. ~~Bacary Sagna~~ (NO FUCKING WAY)
41. Tim Cahill
42. Fredrik Ljungberg (wouldn't bother thinking twice)
43. Henrik Larsson
44. Andreas Isaksson
45. Mikel Arteta
46. Fernando Torres
47. Iker Casillas
48. Xabi Alonso
49. Sergio Ramos
50. Luis Garcia
51. Cesc Fabregas
52. David Villa
53. Raul Gonzalez
54. David Silva
55. ~~Jose Reina~~
56. ~~Alvaro Arbeloa~~
57. ~~Carlos Puyol~~
58. Jose Antonio Reyes
59. Gianluca Zambrotta
60. Fabio Cannavaro
61. Alberto Gilardino
62. Francesco Totti
63. Luca Toni
64. Gennaro Gattuso
65. Paolo Maldini
66. Daniele De Rossi (can't say no)
67. Nicklas Bendtner
68. ~~Daniel Agger~~
69. Ashley Cole
70. Joe Cole
71. Rio Ferdinand
72. Ryan Giggs
73. Paul Scholes
74. Michael Carrick
75. Shaun Wright-Phillips
76. Andriy Shevchenko
77. Roque Santa Cruz
78. Morten Gamst Pedersen
79. John Arne Riise
80. Nemanja Vidic
81. Dider Drogba
82. Klaus Jan Huntelaar
83. Milan Baros
84. Carlos Tevez
85. Pavel Nedved
86. Tomas Rosicky
87. Michael Essien
88. Florent Malouda
89. Louis Saha
90. Lionel Messi
91. Niko Kranjcar
92. Justin Hoyte
93. Shane Long
94. Kevin Doyle
95. Steve Finnan
96. Markus Rosenberg (god yes, absolutely)
97. ~~Salomon Kalou~~
98. Rasmus Würtz (hell yeah)
99. Harry Kewell
100. David Bentley
101. Theo Walcott
102. Peter Crouch
103. Petr Cech
104. Guti
105. Philippe Senderos
106. Alexander Hleb (my sexy loveee)
107. ~~Wayne Rooney~~
108. Jamie Redknapp
109. Robbie Savage
110. Phil Neville
111. Alan Smith
112. ~~Ronaldinho~~
113. ~~Ronaldo~~
114. Sergio Kun
115. Kaká
116. Rafael Van Der Vaart
117. Edwin Van Der Sar
118. Dirk Kuyt
119. Andriy Voronin
120. Robin Van Persie
121. Matt Derbyshire
123. Stephen Warnock
124. Dimitar Berbatov
125. Paul Robinson
126. ~~David James~~
127. ~~Wes Brown~~
128. ~~David Healy~~
129. Gary Neville
130. Mathieu Flamini
131. Benni McCarthy
132. Chris Eagles (yes, oh yes, despite the whole Man U thing)
133. Robbie Keane
134. ~~Filippo Inzaghi~~
135. Darren Fletcher
136. Louis Nani
137. Mark Gonzalez (always)
138. Carlo Cudicini
139. Henrique Hilario
140. ~~Park Ji Sung~~
141. Tal Ben Haim
142. Lucas Neill
143. Brett Emerton
144. Gareth Bale
145. Bobby Convey
146. Phillip Degen
147. Gregory Coupet
148. Andrea Barzagli
149. Cameron Jerome
150. Joleon Lescott

fuckkk

2007-11-19T18:25:00.000+08:00

They say quitters never win, and we walk the plank on a sinking ship

Am currently annoyed (when am i not?). WW4 with The Mothership has ensued where school left off, no surprises there. Despairing consequences, i must say.

Am currently in love with Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl (aka Ed Westwick), just found out he's British. His husky drawl is the fucking sex.

Am currently in dire need of Tuscan Three Cheese/ Honey Dijon/ Cheddar Beer Kettle Chips. Really.

Am currently bonding too much with the brothers, i can practically feel my intellect degrading itself at alarming speeds.

Am currently dying to go shopping, it is not a desire, it is a need.

This is an SOS. Someone, please.

I'm just a painter, but i'm drawing a blank.

chuck bass is the sexxx

2007-11-16T20:11:00.000+08:00

bad boys win hearts in the end

I know that "I told you so"s are usually an invitation for you to slap me, but i've got this aching desire that cannot be ignored to say it, so there.

I TOLD YOU SO.

I knew, i just knew that it would eventually happen. From the moment i first laid eyes on him in episode one, i was willing to bet my life and Djokovic's that it would undoubtedly happen. And i'm so happy, cos their absolutely perfect together.

If you don't watch Gossip Girl, then here's a little newflash: Blair & Chuck are getting it on.

And i must say, i couldn't be anymore triumphant about this latest development in my new favourite drama series. It's like Marissa-Volchok all over again, except better, cos Chuck didn't try to kill Blair in a fit of drunken fury.

You have to excuse my gloating ways, i just happen to have smugness running thorugh my veins right now.

They're my favourite kind of couple, you have to love a bad boy, their the sexiest of the male species. He's the rich, playboy-heartbreaker with an air of danger and she's the gorgeous, bitchy drama queen with hidden vulnerabilities. I know Chuck comes across as this total sleazeball when he practically forced himself on Jenny and Serena in earlier episodes, but there's just something irrepressably sexy about a bad boy with a soft side. Especially the balcony scene at Blair's birthday party in episode eight, when Chuck involuntarily confesses he's got a thing for her.

The most hopelessly attractive part of this new partnership is that they're both fucked-up people, call me a sadist for finding it sexy, but it's so obvious the two of them are suffering from severe emotional problems and this just makes it all the more interesting.

And i may be rambling like a demented Chuck-Bass-loving fangirl, but i sincerely do hope the series carries on with its own storyline instead of going by the book, seeing as how the most annoying pairings actually occur in the novel. Nate & Jenny would be a case in hand.

Oh, what the hell.

CHUCK BASS IS A FUCKING SEXGOD.

So don't forget to tune in to your weekly dose of scandals served fresh on Gossip Girl.

XOXO,

Victoria

hey there everyone

2007-11-05T23:49:00.000+08:00

like a city of angels, i'm walking towards the light

It sucks major shite that school's still dragging on, i want it to enddd. NOW.

On the bright side, which isn't exactly dazzling, we've got 2 more days left, so i suppose thats somewhat comforting. However, if you've suffered through numerous extended studies lessons peppered with new teachers and disheartening comments, the agony will kick in sooner or later.

And i just got totally mistreated by Elaina during SS this morning, hahaha i'm calling Social Services! But Elaina says Social Services will only think that i'm calling to report my personal assault on a child, which is so untrue cos thats not how i function (i don't beat kids up, thanks ever so much). But she & Broc make absolutely hilarious Add Math teachers.

What began as a boredom-killer during History Elective between Claire & i, throw in a stroke of ingenuity on Mel's part, and inspiration from the surroundings duirng Add Math lesson resulted in this masterpiece.

Ahh, i'm flattered (:

To the tune of Hey There Delilah by The Plain White T's.
Revised lyrics by Melissa Lee Suppiah.
Disclaimer: If you have the misfortune to be born without a sense of humour, exit the page immediately

Hey there Victoria
Please stop calling Cheryl "Ann"
And please desist from making hotlists
And persisting in whining for some coffee
Next time we'll stop at Coffee Bean
Are you happy?

We're sorry, Vic, but we all really need a break
So please stop squealing over Djokovic
And drooling over Pete from FOB
Or else we'll bring you to Ms Tee
She'll make you see

(totally lifted frm the Hey Mr Higgenson parody, this part!)
Oh, you're killing us, you freak
Oh, we're dying here you creep
Oh, stop torturing us Vic
Oh, you're making us real sick

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But you've been flashing credit cards
And shopping bags from Gucci and Vuitton
That Perkins bag you're longing for
There're new arrivals at the store
You'd line up all they but they'll all be gone
Novak, coffee, shopping sprees
With Lit & Drama for release
If any tried to stop you'd they'd be marked with deadly force (?)

Okay, there's moreee.
But corrective work needs to be done, if i'm not wrong.
Mel's just the lyricist, isn't she ♥
I hope the extent of our boredom is obvious enough in such a case.

Claire wrote to me:

Hey there Victoria
Whats it like in Raffles City
I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so ditzy
Yes you do
Orchard don't shine as bright as you
I swear its true

I wrote back to her:

Hey there Clarisa
Whats it like in Vivo City
I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so lovely
Yes you do
Keefe Tan is way hotter than you
I swear its true

The bullshit we get up to never fails to amaze me.

blog revival

2007-11-02T20:29:00.000+08:00

the punishment, well it fits your crime

Okay, okay. I've got no reason to not blog any longer, and this blog is practically starving for updates.

First and foremost, a great big Thank-you to ELAINA SUTIONO for making me such a wonderful skin, you've been a real pearl (lmao) lately, dealing with my constant whining and fickleness, etc. So thanks, i might have to owe you, but its currently being revised.

Now back to current affairs. Just had dinner, and the bros are bugging me to go rent a movie. Our long-standing weekend ritual of horror movies seems to have somehow vanished.

Last time i updated was the weekend before the home stretch of final examinations, and the contrast between then and now is huge. Its hard to believe how so much has changed since then, and how long ago those dreaded final exams seem at the moment. There really is a vast difference between browsing through the runway stills from fashion week and drowning in despair over grades that were doomed to begin with.

My results were shite, disgusting, horrendous; i wouldn't mind if you took my Chem script to go scoop dog shit. That, is how bad it is. I shall not care to elaborate, because you will naturally understand if you know me well enough.

I've had a terrible past couple of days, in terms of anything mildly academic-related. The Parent-Teacher conference definitely tops the list, with the fucked up results slip a close second. "Excruciating" would be a good word to describe the PTC. I was literally sitting there counting the seconds, desperate for it to be over. The most ironic part was that i was so chill about the PTC at first, i even extended an invitation to both parents. Big fucking mistake. Again, not divulging much, you can make your own inferences. Though according to the recount of several lovely classmates, The Mothership's face was black as hell when she stepped out of the meeting with Ms Tee.

Her words were like razorblade slits that cut deep and left a mark. The realisations that came almost immediately could almost be likened to being doused by a bucket of icy water in front of a toasty fireplace. You're warm, comfortable, and happy. It's cold outside, and you know it. You're gonna have to step out sooner or later, but someone's gone and brought the cold in for you.

But frankly speaking, i hardly resent her brutal honesty. To a certain degree, i guess i'm the sort of person who needs the barest facts that shape the harsh reality laid out in front of me, before i actually realise exactly how badly i've screwed up this year.

Also, i've had to make some of the toughest decisions lately, all that thinking's left me brain-dead. Mel's right, i'm not the sort who stews on my issues in silent solidarity. Thanks Elaina, Mel and Ruby for talking it all out with me; i've got no regrets as to my final decision. I think that was the original intention, i just wasn't convinced enough to go ahead with it, the final push that came from you guys was sorely needed. Really appreciate the support and understanding.

~
We're almost through with Extended Studies, thankfickin'god. If i have to suffer another torturous Chemistry/ Add Math lesson, i'm going to combust. Either that, or grab a pair of garden shears and start hacking off Snape's hair. A noose around Mrs CPY's giraffe neck would be equally amusing, you can take my word on that.

But yes, i resolve to dismiss with the negative attitude.

Other than that, we've been having quite a number of humans periods, especially core. Cheers, they've all been by far enjoyable, Lit is the Love. The only bloody consolation among this year's results. 80+ average, and my performance wasn't too shabby either. A 23/25 for passage-based, 22/25 for unseen prose (:

Past few weeks were basically fun in large doses. Some of the highlights include but are not restricted to:

Belle, Ruby, Mel, Elaina & Rachel crashed my place, spent the afternoon watching Mr&Mrs Smith and playing Bridge. Yes, i love bidding 5 cos i'll win if i partner Rachel, hahaha. Then Elaina, Rachel and i had fun laughing at the guard scolding this little Jap kid for sleeping on a rock, and pissing the people at the poolside cafe off with our constant demands for plates, knives, ketchup, etc. Basically just faffed around loads, and they painted my corkboard frame with me. Gold is such a pretty, pretty colour. And don't think i forgot: CRATER!

Elaina's house was our official crashpad for a little while, i remember spending an immense amount of time. The Sunday of Rachel's birthday, a few of us were over at Elaina's to chill. Sleep, cards, laugh, etc. Ruby, Mel, Cheryl, Rachel, Elaina, me. Without forgetting, Rachel accidentally tossed my handphone behind the headboard, and everyone had to practically take the whole room apart just to look for it. Not to mention the inhalation of too much dust, hahaha. Headed to the club after that, for dinner, some bball free throws, a hilarious game of pool in which "align" became the word of the moment (Mel & i are on the ROAD TO COOLNESS, lmao), finishing off with dessert (fried ice-cream = little balls of joy).

Cheryl's house was the pre-get-together before Steph's party. Mahjong fun, but i was so rusty, and Cheryl got a bit narked cos i kept going "Triple!" instead of "Pong!". Present were Belle, Cheryl, Pam, Jac, me. There was no real cause for Jac to come, since she didn't know how to play mj anyway, but she claimed she anted to check out Cheryl's crib, heh. Split and cabbed to Steph's. Jac and i took one, and the other three got another. Steph's place was alright, hahaha. Elaina kept insisting we play the word-song game, and we all just got overly fixated on Relient K. Ordered Macs, people swam/swang/ sang/ played too much Bridge. Post-get-together at Elaina's house with Mel & Cheryl. Watched Material Girls, freakin' funny, but totally brainless. And then i guilt-tripped both of them (Mel&Elaina, -Cheryl went home) into searching for The Devil Wears Prada for me amid Elaina's enormous dvd collection. Tidying up must've been a nightmare, heh.

Town with MX, Comint, Natalie. Caught Resident Evil: Extinction. Shoes were killing me, but i got to talk properly with all of them, especially Meixi. Took the train down to Vivo to meet Mummy, Asian Young Designer's Fahion Show was not bad. I bought a new a pair of pumps at that time, so the feet were feeling much better. Some of the collections were pretty Ridiculous, note the capital R. Creative license resigns its position as an excuse. But there were others that were simply gorgeous, not to mention the marvelous eye candy most of the male models made. Photos another time.

Lunch at Parkway, Pastamania with Ruby, Belle, Claire, Chanel and we talked about our aspirations. Haha yes, i'm serious and the conversation was good. I love chocolate mousse (: Secret hideout for awhile, then Claire's house where i was being an absolute brat cos she lost her UZap cable and i wanted to try it out. Oh, not to mention some shocking revelations and amusing anecdotes, i seriously love my classmates sometimes. It was back to Parkway afterwards, where i met up with dear Aunty Liz for sashimi. Pshh, i lovelovelove sashimi, she totally put me on tako sashimi, so octopus is like the new love.

Claire's house, where the "Keefing" begun, cos her brother is just so adorable. I'm serious, he's probably one of the finest-looking ten-year-olds this side of the world, Elaina and i think he's just such a cool kid, and he'll definitely grow up to be one of those playbly/heartbreaker sorts. Lmao. Stayed really late that night, we even made a midnight trip to the Macs at Kallang for supper cos everyone was hungry. But the trip there was gross, it was raining and there were puddles everywhere. Hahaha but Broc, Belle, Claire, Elaina and i make a rib-splitting combination of personalities. Absolutely love them all, but i might've been more fond of Keefe at that point in time. (No more elaboration required)

Halloween Party, enough said. Aw, i really miss Simbian and the rest. Average fun, at best. But definite lack of thrills. Most of it was making bizarre proclaimations at Belle, having fun with the make-up, and reprimanding Elliot for his perverse interest in severely underaged girls, no kidding. Then there was the cam-whoring, speaking of which i must remember to hound appropriate people for photos.

Okay, done with. Note, chronological order above might be partially screwed.

OH YES, SAY HELLO TO ALEXANDER HLEB.

ARSENAL ATTACKING MIDFIELDER, no. 13

HE'S THE NEW SEXXX ♥.

AND HE LOVES ME TOO ♥ (he just doesn't know it)

the secret's in the telling

2007-10-26T23:13:00.000+08:00

the signal is subtle, we pass just close enough to touch

The post-exam-lax-mode is officially over with, and the onslaught of introductions into next year's curriculum has already made its presence known. We've got new teachers and new topics to deal with, without forgetting important decisions that some of us have to make.

I've been having a pretty ace time so far, especially Monday/Tuesday at Claire's with Elaina, Belle, Broc and the host herself. Mel, Rachel, Ruby & Jac put in a much-welcomed appearance on Tuesday. Although i didn't stay over, i still kinda felt like i pretty much did, leaving at 1am on Monday night and coming at 10am on Tuesday morning after the various wake-up calls from the sleepover people. Imagine having Elaina screeching "VICTORIA CHAN, WAKE UP!" at nine in the morning. Though it didn't do much to inspire a journey to the bathroom to wash up and head out, my short exchange with Claire was hilarious.

"Will Keefe be there?"
"Yes, but if you come any later he would've left for school."
"OKAY, I'M UP! See you in a few!"

So Monday evening, dropped by Elaina's, where her Mom gave us a ride to Claire's. We spotted Chanel outside St Pat's on the way, and had a right laugh about it. Got there, and Claire was doing a mildy favourable rendition of Jenny by The Click Five.

(it is currently 11.44pm and i can feel my contacts burning a whole in my retinas, but by all means, don't mind me)

What really got us going was her brother, Keefe. Omg he is possibly the most fine-looking 10-year-old in the southern hemisphere. Everyone unanimously agreed that he'll definitely grow up to be a playboy/heartbreaker/ladies man. Like, all the girls will be after him like bees to honey because he is that fine-looking. And then we all marvelled at his biceps. (no shit, a 10-year-old with muscles, and nice ones too) Pity, no abs. But i suppose he's still got a decade or so to work on that.The biggest waste is he's sooo crude, but i guess it's certainly forgivable.

The 48hours that encapsulate Monday(22.10)/Tuesday(23.10) have been the best fun i've had in ages, with some of my absolute favourite people. It basically consisted of a midnight supper trip to Kallang Macs, getting leered at my dirty old men on the disgusting bus, me whining my head off about the puddles everywhere, playing the alphabet game (fruits with cheese fondue, Novak Djokovic signed tennis racquet, Krispy Kreme donuts, quotations from the economic analyst, LMAO Elaina, Belle, Claire, Broc. Eliza even made an attempt. And Claireee, i'm so proud of youuu!♥), secret confessions before going to sleep, banging my head on the loft's ceiling, highly amusing interactions with Claire's parental counterparts, dissing Belle's so-called "lovebite", playing too much Bridge, and in other words having a complete blast.

Tuesday morning was lolling in bed, huge sing-along (U Make Me Wanna, rofl), breakfast at Han's, Broc& Belle insisted on walking to Parkway, while the rest of us decided to cab cos we got tired of waiting for the stupid bus. They ordered while i headed out for my coffee, Rachel called, met up with her then back to everyone. I freakin' love coffee, it's da bombbb.

"Caw-ffeee", thanks a million, friends. It feels like a tardemark now, hehhh.

Then it was the club to bowl and bowl some more, a minor hissy fit about grids/bumpers ("grids" sounds wayyy better than bumpers!), Elaina bowled my last turn for me due to a contact lens casualty i was sorting out in the toilet with Broc which resulted in a totally undeserving win on my part, a few games of pool, lunch where Rachel bailed and left me with an inordiante amount of food (we were suppose to share, but no matter, i have Mel ♥), then cab back to Claire's (Ruby, Jac, Belle & Broc) insisted on walking again.

A brief pit stop at Shell for Elaina to buy Keefe candy (see she has a thing for him too, i don't see why i'm the only one getting flak!), Stomp The Yard with Mel (i totally ♥ her, our movie connection is ace i tell you. GAMMA WHO?), paused the movie to sit on Claire's roof waiting for Rachel to call (no reception in the house, see), then we skipped, yeah skipped, out to get her which coincided with the pizza's arrival.

The short stint as residents of Claire's house was awesome, it seriously felt like home, except with extra siblings and a higher fun quotient. And her house has amazing emo spots, just as long as you remember not to fall off the roof. Oh, without forgetting, i totally reserve Keefe, so go away!

Wednesday after school, Cheryl came over to crash for an afternoon of lazing around with chicken pau and fashion magazines, so yes, she should be feeling the love.

Thursday = Higher Chinese tuition, Halloween rehearsals, pshh.

Today =

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN & JOEL!

I honestly hope being a year older makes you boys more mature. Do us all a favour and use your brains sometimes, its a wonder how you can breeze through life so thoughtlessly. But overall, i've stopped resenting your existence (both of you, i'm not biased), and we still have brilliant laughs together quite frequently. At this point, its good enough for me. Cheers, brothers.

Yeah, its the brothers' birthday today and they've just invited five million friends over, bloody hell. Which leaves me holed up in the confines of my room, cos everywhere else is occupied and filled with gunshot noises and boys yelling. My room's the safest option since boyish mental immaturity can be somewhat contagious and its always better to be safe than sorry, hahaha. Sorry, i can't resist, birthday does not = discount.

Love truly,

Victoria

your guardian angel

2007-10-01T19:52:00.000+08:00

how this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul

"Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

When I see your smile
Tears run down my face
I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one

I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Seasons are changing and waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fall (let you fall)
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart
Please don't throw that away
Cuz I'm here for you
Please don't walk away and
Please tell me you'll stay

Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I'll be okay
Though my skies are turning gray

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

milan fashion week s/s 2008

2007-09-30T17:17:00.000+08:00

hey miss murder can i make beauty stay if i take my life

God knows how i'm finding time to do this with Math, History, Physics and Higher Chinese II in the next 48 hours, but still...

^Anja Rubik for Gucci

^Raquel Zimmerman for Gucci
(the jacket is TDF!)

^Sasha Pivovarova for Burberry Prorsum

^Marcelina Sowa for Burberry Prorsum

^Freja Beha Erichsen for Burberry Prorsum

^Josefine for Blumarine

^Michaela Kocianova for DSquared

^Mariacarla Boscono for Versace

^Lindsay Ellingson for Badgely Mischka

^Heather Marks for Badgeley Mischka

^Snejana Onopka for Dolce&Gabbana

^Lily Donaldson for Dolce&Gabbana

^Caroline Trentini for Dolce&Gabbana

mourinho and more

2007-09-23T17:34:00.001+08:00

its so cliche to think about you this way

I am annoyed.

Super freakin' bloody annoyed.

Don't ask, cos i'm not telling. And even if i did, you'd roll your eyes and say i'm being childish/immature/petty. Which is pretty huge, cos only the latter applies in fleeting moments that few and far between.

Oh, and life before finals is the absolute doghouse. It's been divided into basically two parts, mugging and non-mugging.

Mugging involves late nights, too much caffeine, colourful highlighters, and distracting text-messaging.

Non-mugging, on the other hand, encapsulates the broad spectrum of everything you do besides mug, but what mostly applies in my context is walking around the house, drinking too much hot/cold beverages, inventing more hot/cold beverages, feeling guilty about not studying, contemplating going out but then the guilt trips me back into the realm of exam stress, wondering why my dog is nice and furry, reading the sports section, and basically just not studying, which is my supposed basic responsibility as a student to keep my L1R5 from falling into the ineligible-for-jc > 20 category.

Oh, and throw in obsessing over Mourinho, cos its just friggin' disconcerting that Chelsea, or what used to be, is a club that personifies everything i love about football: a dastardly handsome manager whose eloquence and arrogance is so magnetically attractive its hard to resist being a Blues fan, and the screaming glamour of a world class squad, one that houses five national captains that have proven themselves in their own right. I feel bad for Terry, Lampard, Drogba, Carvalho, Essien, Joe Cole and Ferreira. They don't deserve to take orders from a dipshit faggot who loves money more than football.

Take that, Avram Grant. I'll be laughing my ass off when the Bridge falls at your hands. I won't even dare hope that the unbeaten home record will ensue, not without the legend we call Jose Mourinho

Meanwhile, there're only two other people i'm willing to accept as new Chelsea manager. Grant doesn't even come close. 1, Jurgen Klinsmann and 2, Fabio Capello.

Because Klinsmann will bring in the Germans, and he's a master architect at transforming a defensive team into an attacking squad. And because Capello comes with a trophy guaranteed label. So if Abramovich wants both domestic and European domination, these are the guys to call.

Football aside, I lovelove Pirate Master. Haven't been watching regularly, but Ryan's got me hooked. It's so Pirates of the Carribean meets Survivor, which of course, is the concept their going for, but i still find it a breath of fresh air from the stupid deserted island typicality of the Survivor series.

Okay, guilt's setting in. Off nowww.

P.S Claire, Randy Orton's gotten fugly.

goodbye jose

2007-09-20T18:47:00.000+08:00

In the end it matters more than it really should

Firstly, i might've fucked English, which is an absolute first, but i'll save the screaming fit/ pity party for later.

I've got bigger, urgent and tremendously astonishing news.

Jose Mourinho has left Chelsea.

If the above doesn't register a 10 on the shocker scale, then i'll give you the number of my mother's client the neurologist.

"José Mourinho dramatically left Chelsea with immediate effect yesterday after a final bust-up with Roman Abramovich. Late last night there was growing evidence that the manager had not walked out on the club but had been dismissed.

Mourinho is understood to have contacted five senior players in the afternoon to tell them that he was leaving, without offering any detailed explanation for his sudden departure.

He is believed to have phoned Frank Lampard before sending text messages to several other players, telling them only that he had had enough and would not see them again. The exact circumstances behind his departure are already being disputed, but Jorge Mendes, Mourinho’s agent, is expected to fly to London today to negotiate a payoff.

The news of Mourinho’s departure appears to have taken many of Chelsea’s senior executives by surprise. Peter Kenyon, the chief executive, Bruce Buck, the chairman, and Abramovich’s key aide, Eugene Tenenbaum, were called to an emergency meeting at Stamford Bridge last night to discuss the crisis. That meeting broke up at 1.20 this morning and Tenenbaum left without making any comment.

The majority of Chelsea’s staff and players had been enjoying a relaxing evening at a cinema at Fulham Broadway watching a screening of Blue Revolution, a new documentary about the Abramovich years, but were called away to deal with revolutionary events of their own. Abramovich, the billionaire owner, had cancelled a business trip earlier in the day to hold talks with Tenenbaum, although they were initially thought to be about the poor attendance for Tuesday’s Champions League draw with Rosenborg rather than the manager’s future.

The club confirmed Mourinho's departure in the early hours of this morning when they posted a statement on the club's official website. The statement simply read: "Chelsea Football Club and Jose Mourinho have agreed to part company today (Thursday) by mutual consent."

Mourinho’s relationship with Abramovich appears to have become fractured beyond repair. He has barely been on speaking terms with the Russian since a huge row erupted in January over a lack of funds to sign players during the transfer window, Mourinho’s reluctance to play Andriy Shevchenko and the owner’s desire to bring in Avram Grant to work with the misfiring striker. The former Israel coach was recruited in the summer as director of football as a fragile peace broke out, but it has proved to be brief.

Mourinho and Abramovich are said to have exchanged strong words after Saturday’s goalless draw against Blackburn Rovers. Abramovich spent time searching for a replacement as their relationship soured at the end of last season, making a firm offer to Jürgen Klinsmann, but he reluctantly decided to give Mourinho one more season.

Mourinho — whose £5.2 million-a-year contract was to expire in 2010 — has long since concluded that he was not being allowed to do his job. His authority was undermined by Abramovich’s decision to recruit Frank Arnesen from Tottenham Hotspur as director of scouting and youth development in May 2005 and further eroded by the signing of Shevchenko and the arrival of Grant, who is well placed to take over as a caretaker manager.

Mourinho’s departure brings to an end a stormy three-year reign during which he ended Chelsea’s 50-year wait for the league title, following up with a second championship, but failed to realise Abramovich’s dream of conquering Europe. Chelsea must search for a replacement, with Guus Hiddink, Klinsmann and Didier Deschamps, the former Juventus coach, likely to be targeted for one of the most highly rewarded but high pressure jobs in world football." - http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/sport/football/premier_league/chelsea/article2493403.ece

and

"Jose Mourinho's three-year reign at Chelsea came to an abrupt end on Thursday as the Portuguese manager's fraught relationship with the club's Russian owner, Roman Abramovich, finally reached breaking point.

An announcement that will send shockwaves through English and European football came in the early hours of Thursday morning with Chelsea claiming that Mourinho had left "by mutual consent."
A terse statement posted on the London club's website stated: "Chelsea Football Club and Jose Mourinho have agreed to part company today (Thursday) by mutual consent."

Mourinho had reportedly informed Frank Lampard and other senior players that he was on his way out on Wednesday evening and late-night talks at Stamford Bridge concluded with confirmation of his departure.

If he wants to go straight into another job, Mourinho will not be short of offers.

The Portuguese manager, who made his reputation by guiding FC Porto to Champions League glory in 2004, has transformed the English football landscape since taking over at Stamford Bridge in June 2004, winning two Premier League titles in his first two years in charge, the FA Cup last season and the League Cup in 2005 and 2007.

Of the 185 games he has been in charge, Chelsea have won 124, drawn 40 and lost 21, a record that includes a 60-match unbeaten run in Premier League matches at Stamford Bridge.

The statistics go some way towards justifying Mourinho's famous description of himself as "a special one."

That comment was made in his first press conference in England and it is a judgement that few Chelsea fans would dispute after three years which saw the club end its 50-year wait to be crowned champions and establish itself as one of the most feared teams in Europe.

But the success has failed to seduce Abramovich and the Russian's relationship with his most outspoken employee turned sour last season when he refused to come up with the funds Mourinho required to land his January transfer targets -- a stance the Portuguese believes contributed to Chelsea conceding the Premier League title to Manchester United.
On the other side of the feud, Abramovich has grown increasingly impatient with the fact that, after investing nearly 500 million pounds (one billion dollars) in the club, Chelsea have failed to conquer Europe and continue to lag behind the likes of Arsenal, Barcelona and Manchester United in terms of entertainment value.

Tuesday's disappointing 1-1 Champions League draw with Norwegian side Rosenberg -- watched by fewer than 25,000 fans -- appears to have brought simmering tensions to the boil, and, with hindsight, Mourinho's pre-match comments about the need to buy the best eggs to make the best omelette offered a hint that things were not going smoothly behind the scenes.

Mourinho and Abramovich appeared to have agreed to bury their differences over the summer and the manager had started this campaign pledging that he would be a much more "chilled" figure than in his first two seasons in England.

But the strain of Chelsea's poor recent form was evident on Saturday, when Mourinho tossed a flat-screen television set to the ground in frustration over a disallowed goal in his side's 0-0 draw with Blackburn.
The manager has also made no attempt to disguise his frustration with Chelsea's misfiring striker Andriy Shevchenko, whose 30-million-pound signing from AC Milan is widely believed to have been ordered by Abramovich.

Mourinho has also clashed with the Russian owner over backroom appointments, notably the May 2005 recruitment of Dutchman Frank Arnesen as the club's youth/scouting supremo and the appointment of Avram Grant as director of football.

Grant is likely to be in charge of Chelsea for Sunday's trip to Manchester United but it is thought likely that Abramovich will be looking to bring in a high-profile successor to Mourinho.

Russia coach Guus Hiddink and former Germany boss Jurgen Klinsmann are likely to top the speculative short-list, which may also include Sevilla's highly-rated Juande Ramos." -http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5gBbclHgWw0NSEwzPA7caaY7J1DsQ

"Please don't call me arrogant, but I'm European champion and I think I'm a special one" - Mourinho introduces himself to the English press after arriving from Porto in summer 2004

"In the second half it was whistle and whistle, fault and fault, cheat and cheat. The referee controlled the game in one way during the first half but in the second they had dozens of free-kicks. I know the referee did not walk to the dressing rooms alone at half-time" - Mourinho claims Sir Alex Ferguson had unduly influenced referee Neale Barry at half-time during a Carling Cup semi-final against Manchester United in January 2005. He was fined £5,000 by the Football Association for improper conduct.

"I don't regret it. The only thing I have to understand is I'm in England, so maybe even when I think I am not wrong, I have to adapt to your country and I have to respect that. I have a lot of respect for Liverpool fans and what I did, the sign of silence - 'shut your mouth' - was not for them, it was for the English press" - Mourinho defends putting a finger to his lips during the 2005 Carling Cup final against Liverpool, an action which resulted in him being sent to the stands.

"When I saw Rijkaard entering the referee's dressing room I couldn't believe it. When Drogba was sent off I didn't get surprised. There is something that tells me that in London the referee will be Collina, the best in the world. A perfect referee with personality and quality" - Mourinho claims in Portuguese newspaper Dez Record that Barcelona coach Frank Rijkaard visited referee Anders Frisk's dressing room at half-time in the first leg of the teams' Champions League last-16 clash in February 2005. Mourinho was banned from the dug-out for two matches and fined £9,000 by UEFA for bringing the game into disrepute over his claims.

"I felt the power of Anfield, it was magnificent. I felt it didn't interfere with my players but maybe it interfered with other people and maybe it interfered with the result. You should ask the linesman why he gave a goal. Because, to give a goal, the ball must be 100 per cent in and he must be 100 per cent sure that the ball is in" - Mourinho questions the validity of Liverpool forward Luis Garcia' s goal which puts Chelsea out of the Champions League semi-finals on May 3, 2004

"It is not a red card, of course not, and for the second time we have to play 55, 60 minutes without a man and the game is completely different. I shouldn't speak about the game, because the game is not a game" - Mourinho blames a first-leg defeat to Barcelona in the Champions League last 16 in February 2006 on the sending-off of Asier del Horno

"We have played against them four matches in two seasons. (When it was) 11 against 11 they never beat us. That is the reality" - After 1-1 draw at the Nou Camp in 2006 which sent Barca through to the quarter-finals 3-2 on aggregate

"The goalkeeper has the ball in his hands, slides and the number 10 cannot get the ball. He goes with the knee into his face" - Mourinho accuses Reading midfielder Stephen Hunt of deliberately injuring Petr Cech after the pair collide in the first minute of last October's match at the Madejski Stadium

"It is not possible (for) penalties (to be awarded) against Manchester United, and it is not possible (to get) penalties in favour of Chelsea. If somebody punishes me because I tell the truth, it is the end of democracy, we go back to the old times" - The Chelsea boss fumed last weekend after seeing his side's penalty appeals against Newcastle turned down, a day after United were given the benefit of the doubt over a strong injury-time penalty claim by Middlesbrough in their clash at Old Trafford

"A player who wants to be the best one of the world, and he already may be, should have the uprightness and the sufficient maturity to verify that against facts there are not arguments. If he says that it is a lie that Manchester United have conceded some penalties this season which have not been awarded against them, he is lying. And if he lies he will never reach the level that he wants to reach" - Mourinho hit back at Ronaldo after the United winger claimed his penalty rant proved his countryman "doesn't know how to admit his own failures"

"It is omelettes and eggs. No eggs - no omelettes! It depends on the quality of the eggs. In the supermarket you have class one, two or class three eggs and some are more expensive than others and some give you better omelettes. So when the class one eggs are in Waitrose and you cannot go there, you have a problem" - Shorn of the likes of injury victims Frank Lampard, Michael Ballack, Ricardo Carvalho and Didier Drogba, Mourinho cooked up a surreal analogy ahead of Tuesday's fateful draw with Rosenborg

RIP

imagine the physics needed in novak's raquet

2007-09-16T20:38:00.001+08:00

insignificantly in love, we both have significant others

Finals are looming, the one last chance to rectify all that we've done wrong this year. Make it right again, pull out all the stops so you don't end up gripping the paper so hard it ends up crumpled, while you stare mouth agape in disbelief. Not a very attractive prospect, is it?

Yes, so anyway, i reeeeeally need to start studying. Or else the above scenario will be an accurate prediction of my future. Pshhh.

Studied last night, and a friend said (in reply to my complains about the tediousness of the subject):

"Imagine the physics needed in Novak's racket?"

Roflmao duude, you're absolutely golden (: Most creative study-motivator so far ♥♥♥

Ms Tee would've been proud!

The week's been pretty alright for a term first. Lots of effective core lessons, and i have Amelia as a lab partner, she makes Thursday mornings tolerable (: Cheryl is a horrid pipette handler, i think half her alkali solution ended up on my uniform, hahaha.

Drama exam on Tuesday! Got to pon school, how awesome is that (: I was so nervous ten minutes before i was due in, i kept thinking about all the possible worse-case scenarios. (what happens if i fall off the chair during An Ideal Husband? or if i forget a line or the authors? etc) Anyway i ended up setting a new speed record for monologue, but poem & prose were fine. And the conversation wasn't too bad, though there was a hell lot of theory emphasis. Turns out, i was the only one who chose the six-word improv and didn't peek at my marks. Everyone else did sight reading and let their eyes slide to the result sheet.

But we did see this diploma student's pre-exam practice, it was hella amazing. She actually cried real tears, and she had to act out an orgasm, wth. Friggin' hilarious, Krystel and i were literally awestruck.

Then had drama on Saturday, we're finally back to the norm, i'm so happy. We did really fantastic improv, i think i might've cracked a few ribs with all that laughing. Especially with the "pain, astonishment and worry" one. Ming, MY DERANGED STEPMOM, you better send me all that music. Or i'll just run off with your player the next time i see you! Belle & KY were suppose to act like newlyweds, imagine that!

Me (as waitress): May i take your order?

Belle: Yes please, may i have the set breakfast?

Me: Of course, continental or oriental?

Belle: Continental, thank you.

Me: (turning to KY) And you, sir?

KY: (stares blankly) Set A!

Me: This is not McDonalds!

(insert class-wide laughter here, and knee-slapping ones from Ms Evelyn, lmao)

Ohgod, Chelsea drew with Blackburn, how embarrassing.

AND HERE'S WHY I LOVE SHARAN (:

♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
CHECK THIS OUT! (:
SHAAA says:
AHHHHHHH
SHAAA says:
novak looks good
SHAAA says:
AND OMFG, SAFIN. I LOVE SAFIN.
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
EHHH
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
EXCUSE ME
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
NO STEALING OKAY
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
HANDS OFF
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
HE'S MINE
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
THATS LIKE ME SAYING I WANT VAN DER SAR
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
OR CHRIS EAGLES
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
OR POSTIGA
SHAAA says:
HAAHHA
SHAAA says:
WHAAAT
SHAAA says:
SAFIN ISNT YOURS
SHAAA says:
YOU HAVE NOVAK
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
THEN EAGLES ISNT YOURS
SHAAA says:
YES HE IS
SHAAA says:
HE'S A MAN U PLAYER!
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
YOU HAVE RONALDO
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
SAFIN IS A HOT TENNIS PLAYER
SHAAA says:
RONALDO'S IN MAN U AND MYYYY ONLY ONEEEEE!
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
HENCE HE IS MINE
SHAAA says:
WHY?!
SHAAA says:
FINE, BULLY MEEEEE.
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
OR ELSE EAGLES AND VAN DER SAR CAN BE MINE TOO!
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
HAHAHAHAHAH SHAAAA
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
IS THIS THE PART WHERE YOU GO -CRY-?
♠Victoria without granting innocence says:
HAHAHAHA COS I'M LAUGHING OUT LOUD NOW
SHAAA says:
HAHAHAHA
SHAAA says:
YES IT IS.
SHAAA says:
CANCEL THE 'HAHAHA'
SHAAA says:
CHANGE IT TO - CRY CRY CRY.

They make Tuesdays lovely.

Okay, off!

Later, Vic

us open 2007 final-djokovic defeat

2007-09-10T18:41:00.000+08:00

we know what we are; but not what we may be

If wit could kill, the three of us would be doing twenty-five to life in neighbouring jail cells by now (:

Here's to Mel, possibly the only person who understands why it hurts that Novak Djokovic lost,

and what it means to be proud of him for trying to fight fate.

To know the outcome of a match before it has been played,

And to still give your best, no matter what-

7-6 7-6 6-4 against Federer is no easy feat.

A player whose on-court talent bears no outrageous claim to fame, aside from his entertaining imitation of fellow stars, because he's covered all the bases so expertly at the youthful age of twenty. His only crime was to emerge during the era of Federer. But five years down the road, when Fed's reign has come to an end, i'm sure we're all clear who his heir apparent will be.

Here's a hint:
Novak Djokovic - remember the name.

heroic disaster

2007-08-31T18:27:00.000+08:00

i got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby

Term's out, but not on a happy note. Usually i'm always loking forward to vacations, holidays, breaks, long weekends, etc. But this time, i'm indifferent. The onslaught of freedom from the doghouse also translates to the finals looming. Time is flying so rapidly, i'm barely even capable of taking a much-needed breather.

Had drama exam prep at the studio last night. I think Bernice and i might've positively laughed our way to a stellar set of abs (: Ms Evelyn was being horrendous about my speed problem, and in return i was being annoying about her Simpson feet. More laughter, and i'm beginning to hate Oscar Wilde for writing An Ideal Husband, seeing as that's where the majority of my weekly torture comes from. Saw the silver students' pieces, John was doing the Romeo death scene. Ms E must really hate him to bestow upon him such a play. A pattern towards the tendency of "akward" pieces is starting to carve itself out. Less than two weeks till the exam, and i'm still rated forty percent prepared. Just kill me, why don't youuu.

Teacher's Day celebrations in school this morning, didn't do Aces workout (: Yes, yes, i fell on my ankle, heh. Anyway, playing with the coach tomorrow morning, can't wait to get my game back. Ths US Open's pretty inspiring (: Decided to be the camera person while rest of the class got the job done on stage, Ain's camera is super pro but i adjusted fine. Lmao, some of us were cam-whoring in the stairwell behind the hall to my words, it was hilarious. And Mel's already managed to successfully memorise the Hey There Delilah parody, rofl.

Sharan's place when school let out, laughed a ton over the stupidest things with her and Par. Changed, wittered on about Ronaldo & van der Vaart for a little while, then cabbed down to Vivo. Shopped a little, couldn't resist trying on the perfect dress again at Topshop. The saddest part being how it's still perfect. And i've got my eye on a black F21 top and bag. Sha insisted on doing the Heroes thing, which was so ridiculous i'm not even gonna start. Met Cass, Deb, Tessa and Pat along the so-called red carpet. Waited eternity and i only got a glimpse of Ali Larter for the tiniest fraction of a second. She's so short in person, Sha&i expected her to be taller. If Ali Larter's short, Hayden Panetierre must be a real munchkin. Deb managed to give Masi Oka a good whacking on the arm, but overall it was too crowded to be enjoyable. Ohyeah, the super hot VJ in the white shirt smiled at Sha & i. Really he did (:

Had lunch(4.45pm?) at Cedele, i love their Boston clam chowder. It's delicious (: Shopped some more then hijacked a cab home, cos we're too cool to qeue, baby. Hahaha, we were to lazy to qeue, girl had to be home early and the weather was unforgiving, so we thought heck, let's just hijack a cab.

Been looking for a good time to post these photos, believe me there's no perfection like the hottest couple in the universe. Here's Posh&Becks at their sexiest best. Enjoy (:

Yes, i know. The photography's really good. These two can make gritty motel rooms look like a hella fabulous den of risque passion. Posh looks gorgeous as usual, and i would give anything in the world for David to be mine.

Have a great weekend, there's still a little room for fun (:

P.S Going with the US Open vibe, i think Sharapova's stunning red dress was simply va-va-voom (: Imagine that, a tennis dress that successfully encompasses fashion forwardness and functionality.

P.P.S LENEFOO, thanks for the rope. And i hope you keep with the peace treaty, its not even my fault please! (btw, you looked cute today)

gaspard!

2007-08-28T22:23:00.000+08:00

without granting innocence

Is it just me or is 10.23pm the new 2am? Cos i can feel my eyelids getting heavy and all that. Although today's only Tuesday, the whole Friday time-table exchange has screwed my body clock somewhat. I keep thinking tomorrow's Thursday, how odd is thattt. And i vow to go for training tomorrow, so if i harass you with should-i-or-shouldn't-i questions in regard to that, you're very much welcome to use my racket as a threat.

School was okay, no big. I wanted to sleep so badly during History, the weather was all lovely cos the rain finally came. And not one of those tragic, humid little drizzles. I mean full-blown rain, complete with sprays coming in through the windows and the wind in you face. Went home after school, Daddy finally found time to recall the existence of his only daughter, hmpf. (okay fine, business venture trumps spoilt brat daughter in the general scale of things)

Coffee Bean to study with Sharan, Rachel, Parveena. Lmao, like, the majority of my class was there. Met Elaina, Steph, Belle, Cheryl, Ruby, Fairuz, Ain, etc. Can't remember who else i saw, they were there with an agenda! Yes, and omg, Elaina is such a public nuisance, with her screechy nonsense and stupid comments on carbs and chairs! Hahaha Elaina, suck on thatt. I know its just too bad you're still my friend (:

Ohyeah, i was trying to force a boyfriend confession i very vividly remember outta Par, but she was having none of it. Then i got labelled a bitch for calling her bluff, wth! Which reminds me, RachelWong's a fairly decent Amath teacher! Hahaha she was doing Amath with me oh-so-patiently while Sha&Par prattled on about Mario&Marco. Don't ask, sometimes even i think Sharan's living in some mock-dreamworld. Even Par's Roque Santa Cruz somehow seems a touch more practical than MARIO&MARCO. Sha, sorry babe, iloveyou yeah!

8/28/2007
10:06:11 PM

-
SHAAA:
NO VICTORIA!

SHAAA:
YOU BROKE

SHAAA:
CORRECTION, SHATTERED TO PIECES MY FRAGILE LITTLE TINY HEART.

SHAAA:
its NOT a phase! and my phases are A YEAR.

♠Victoria we were never lovers, more than friends:
but its been MONTHS

♠Victoria we were never lovers, more than friends:
MONTHS, sha!

♠Victoria we were never lovers, more than friends:
kewell was less than a week, baihakki should be TOO

SHAAA:
HAHAHA NOOO

SHAAA:

its BAIHAKKI

SHAAA:
not kewell.

SHAAA:
its B.A.I.H.A.K.K.I

one word: mutt (:

Backtrack:

Friday, Ruby, Mel and Jac decided to crash my place. Watched Honey, ugh. And the Ruby+Vic team lost 2 games of chess to the Mel+Jac team. Hahaha chess with them was hilarious, complete with Ruby squealing "Ohmygod your pawn is so cute! I want to be his friend!" (breaks down into laughter) Then less than five minutes later, she reaches out, grabs the knight off the board, and goes "Ohmygod i love your knight! He's so handsome!"

No wonder we lost. Gotta give Mel kudos for fashioning two very well-crafted checkmates. Without forgetting, MELISSA LEE SUPPIAH I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS, YOU BETTER TAG, DAMMIT.

Lastly, check out the new love of my life. Gaspard Ulliel, French actor. Gorgeous, no?

Headrushh, he's like a spunkier Ashton Kutcher+cooler Jonathan Rhys Meyers rolled into one amazingly hot package of cheekbones and charisma. The fact that he looks damn adorable and takes fabulously artsy photos probably helps a ton, but the French effect is what does the job. If he ain't hot, i dunno what is (:

Love, Victoria

P.S Novak Djokovic is so winning the US Open ,whether you like it or not. Take that, assholes.

P.P.S

hello dear, fridays are the love yeah. &you're morally obligated to...so stick to it, be a good friend! shopping&studying, worst damn match ever but i'm sure we'll come through in the end, hopefully(:

cigarette lighter love song

2007-08-23T21:26:00.000+08:00

cigarette lighter love song

I know youre not asleep
I can feel you moving over there
You've been playing with the seam
In your worn out underwear
My lips are raw as hell
From biting on them just to stay awake
Its not like I'm gonna need them, you wont be around
To see them bleed and break

All that I do, comes back to you
So I'll just think about you
til theres nothing in my head
All I can do, is try not to screw this up again
And just be friends, I'd rather be dead

I drove out of east atlanta
With a headache the size of my car
I called to say I was okay anyway
cause I know how you are
I'm like a movie without an ending
You know I've got nowhere to go
And it makes me wanna throw up
To see you wanna give up
More than you'll ever know

Everything's supposed to have a happy ending
But the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending
Like the road I'm driving to the bridge that has no end
I wanna take back everything that I've broken
But the bridges behind me are burning and smokin
I guess this is the end

eclipse

2007-08-19T20:21:00.000+08:00

throw it away, forget yesterday; we'll make the great escape

She looked up at me and smiled; it was a harsh, bitter - but still stunning - expression.
"Yes," she said. "There was more."
I waited while she stared out the window. She seemed to be trying to calm herself.
"Would you like to hear my story? It doesn't have a happy ending - but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."

When the time comes next year to choose my prose for the Trinity exams yet again, i promise Stephenie Meyer's compelling trilogy would be first on the list. I'd probably spend several days feverishly leafing through the numerous pages of striking verses and poignant words.

But this year's exam's on September 11th, btw. (911, how appropriate, heh)

The right thing to do would be to mug for the Math test tomorrow, but what the hell. I know i'm being reckless and very, very irresponsible, to a huge extent, at that.

Zany yesterday, hilarious. Lazy to upload photos, so be patient. But we won, damn, i just love how my class wins the Zany performances every year. The William was grinning like a cheshire cat during our turn, so i had a good feeling about it. To sum the entire parade up, it was tons of class spirit coupled with a major photo-fest, oodles of fun and a hideously grotesque amount of mud. Some of it was even squishy, ugh. Yes, and Belle aka my prince, cheated on me with Claire aka the lion. I think there's a word somewhere for such a repulsive act, lmao. Elaina made a very, very comical gladiator.

It rained like crazy after, with me, Char, Herlene & Daphne huddled under a single umbrella, each trying our phones for different cab companies. Totally incompetent, them phone operators. Is it really that difficult to dispatch a cab to ECP in less than 5minutes? I'm quite sure there were a significant number of cabs in the bloody area. Fucking hell.

Anyways, Char finally got her junior's dad to give us a ride to Parkway. Daphne wouldn't stop singing, and Herlene wouldn't shut up. Foo, you were such a downright embarrassing airhead. I would've strangled you with a Nerds Rope if it was long enough/but thanks for the cookies, dear.

Lenefoo left, and then Char, Daphne & i went to have lunch. Ooh, we saw a certain bitch prefect with her maybe boyfriend (they were holding hands), a certain pregnant newlywed history teacher which i absolutely love with her husband, and the freakin' principal with her husband. Rofl, he was wearing Liverpool's last season's Away jersey, with a big #8 at the back. Gerrard fan, much?

Wandered around Topshop, where we bumped into Cheryl&Pat, Ruby, Yan & Denise, and Annabelle&Paula, her China exchange student friend. I bought this cobalt top, and a white ribbed basic tank. (Char, i still want the darn hoodie though, don't see why not)

Decided to cab home with Cheryl, but the bus arrived at the precise moment i reached the bus stop, so we just hopped on instead. Then she whined and whined and whined..

Without forgetting, i officially hate Saffiah and my tutor. Firstly because the temperamental hag refuses to count the open-book as my 100%, and decided to give me a fat fucking VR instead. So now i'm crossing my fingers for a stellar Social result. The latter because i woke up feeling horrendous, like there was thorns in my throat or something, and i still had to see the douchebag wanker's face casting disapproving glances in my direction. Bloody fuck.

Monday tmr, fabulous.

P.S Chelsea vs Liverpool later. First major clash of the season, may the best team win.

study tuesday ONE

2007-08-14T22:03:00.000+08:00

Close your eyes call it escape
We'll run away from everything

Received most of our papers back today. Free periods were occupied with amusing games of slapjack and asshole taitee. Awyeah, i'm the queennn(:

Hahaha and the class finally decided on a cross-country theme? Its hilarious.

Coffee Bean after school with Sha, Rach and Par. I got my delectable caramel ice-blended sans whipped cream, and Sha&Par got their yummy belgian chocs. Major debates over Drogba's umm, cheekbones. I think he should go bald, Par thinks he should get braids, Sha doesn't care and Rach thinks someone should just chop off his head. Gosh, i love them all. And yes, i hope the broken never mends, and results in more significant losses (: Lmao, Sha. Cech's skull won't crack this season (: (: (: don't worry

THE FOLLOWING PROVES MY LOVE♥♥♥ FOR YOU, SHARAN.

YEAH, I'M EVEN WILLING TO GO FOR ONE YL MATCH WITH YOU, COS I HEART♥♥♥ YOU THAT MUCH (:

P.S The boys in blue will get the cup, like it or nottt.

cr-lookalike

2007-08-12T19:39:00.000+08:00

you are my sugar rushhh

Fuckkk, times a trillion multiplied by infinity. I just checked all my favourite players, and it seems they agreed on a Gonzalez deal with Betis before the summer transfer. No wonder Yossi Benayoun was wearing the 11 shirt last night. Or this morning.

Anyways, the box was a real treat cos i got to alternate between the Liverpool-Aston Villa match, the Djokovic-Roddick match, and Supernatural with Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. To put it simply, a hot-watch was in order.

Djokovic beat Roddick's ass, and ohmyy the number of aces he managed was amazing. Fernando Torres looked like the dictionary definition of hot in the Liverpool away kit, white/black this season, thank god. The canary yellow did Stevie-G and co no favours at all.

I would start a multiple paragraph rant on what a douchebag wanker my tutor is, but i'll save that for after a particularly harrowing session with him. Because, today was a lovely breeze, even if it was trig identities. So, the first glorious thing that happened in a really long while: the douchebag wanker made me go home to fetch my trig notes, cos i conveniently forgot to take them along with me. On the way back, the sun was blazing down, but not too hot cos everything had this pretty orange glow about it, and you needn't squint at all. Anyway, i saw this guy from afar clad in surf shorts, all dripping wet due to fresh emergence from the pool right, and he was walking in my direction. So whoa, he had this amazing bronze body, ripped abs, the works. I'm guessing Spanish from the golden skin tone, one look at his face when he walked pass, and oh yeah, definitely Spanish, and so unbelievably sexy. And then it struck me, god he's a Cristiano look-a-like. I swear, same face, same features. Just shorter, maybe in the upper one-seven plus, but with a wayyy nicer body. And i mean the kinda swoon-worthy musculature you wanna run your hands all over (: (: (:

I'll bet like a million dollars, and anything valuable, that either Sharan or Parveena would've fainted or kicked into spasms at the sight of him. Seriously okay, my mind was sending explosive fireworks throughout my nerve system, he's so hot, he positively radiated heat 0:

Hahaha, no kidding. So now Sha wants to come over and camp out by my swimming pool with a zoom-worthy camera because the attractive forces of a Cristiano look-a-like cannot be doubted in the context of an individual like her (:

And the week begins in approximately five hours somewhat. I think the papers are coming back, good luck everyone. Ohyeah, someone said finals begin in week 3. Tell me that person is mistaken please, or i'll just die at the thought.

Alright, parentals wanna take us to town for like dinner and stuff. Ciao (:

epl 07/08, sucker tennis

2007-08-11T11:48:00.000+08:00

there are certain people, you just keep coming back to

I was all ready to put today down as one of those suck-days where everything sucks and you've got to go all out of the way to right them wrongs, seeing as how i've already got my list of reasons.

First, tennis this morning Sucked major shite. Take note of the capital S please. Apart from two superb forehand angle shots and one gorgeous power serve which was very unbecoming, considering how serve is my least favourite part of the game and my Coach's favourite torture tool. He's so fixated on service, it drives me crazy. I think he feels compelled to preach on the finer points of a good serve on a weekly basis, how double faults are a waste of points, how service is the most important stroke in the game, blah blah. So yes, i got one nice serve which i've decided to credit to sheer luck and maybe good wind directions. Other than that, my right wrist was hurting like hell, i had no mood to run, my baseline backhands weren't clearing the net, and i could go on forever.

The reason i choose to have tennis first thing in the morning, pre-breakfast, pre-reading the newspaper, pre-switching on my handphone, pre-everything, is because i believe that exercises really does produce endorphins and that alone can push me to perform well. The sense of satisfaction after a good training is priceless. Also, the outcome of the lesson usually sets the tone for the rest of the day.

Oh, and to add on, i've developed a penchant for chocolate milk and cereal in the morning, but after buying two cartons of milk, i realised that there was no cereal at home. Apparently my brother Joel the monster, finished the damn cereal yesterday. Yep, stellar way to start the day.

But then after checking out the paper, i realised that the English Premier League is starting today. Uh huh, the run of the 07/08 season begins tonight. The Liverpool-Aston Villa match should put a bright spark on my horizon, i get to see my beloved Fernando Torres play after much-awaited anticipation. Victoria is definitely in a better mood as of now. Not just Torres, but Harry Kewell and Mark Gonzalez too (: (: (: Cos after taking in the details, i didn't see Mark Gonzalez's name on the outlist. So, yay (:

There's also Chelsea-Reading tomorrow, one last sliver of pleasure before the long, excruciating hours of school. God, i've missed my beloved boys in blue. Given, last season was a major letdown despite coming in second and winning both the FA and League cups, but those are nothing when compared to the Premiership and Champions League. I believe Jose Mourinho knows exactly what has to be done to stengthen this world-class squad. The sparkle has gone from Chelsea's charms, and though i've chosen to remain faithful for another season, i want that all-star bulletproof team back. John Terry better recover fast, and with Petr Cech in form, we've got a pretty good shot at the title. Manchester United's unrivalled strength being the only thing that can hinder that goal, but it's a little too early in the season to start hurling insults. I'm glad Hargreaves came though, he's sexy (:

That aside, Daddy finally got the cable fixed after countless hissy fits and hours of whining. I haven't watched cable since the begining of Wimbledon, how ridiculous is that. Anyways, the only tennis i got last night was the Nadal-Mathieu match. Considering how Nadal's butt-scratching/wedgie-picking activities lie far away on the other end of the hotness spectrum, Mathieu was rather, shall i say, visually rewarding (: And i sure as hell don't mean that in the way he plays, cos no one can take Djokovic's place when it comes to entertaining tennis. Ohyeah, without forgetting, my darling Novak Djokovic trashed Andy Roddick last night. Insert smirk here (: I've said this before, anyone who's screwed Sharapova and Paris Hilton instantly earns a place on the loserlist. Ha, take that.

Carnival/ racial-harmony/ be-yourself/ national day celebration on Wednesday. Basically didn't assist much with the class stall and spent most of the time wondering around the school with Claire and Mel. Most of our entertainment came in the form of the sec one game stalls at the void deck, where i insisted on getting a swirly rainbow lollipop but couldn't in the end because of the stupid game idea and Mel won Claire a teddy bear with her powerhouse throwing skills. Hello, softballer (:

Cabbed home with Char so i could change, then hit town for Disturbia at Lido and some shopping after. I would start the whole perfect dress episode, but i'm kinda over it. So you'll get the story in one paragraph, instead of ten gushing ones. I basically met the absolute deam dress at the flagship Topshop, and when i say dream, i mean total perfection. Char was extremely skeptical when she saw me clutching the hanger with the dress. But like, you know when you slip it on that it just is perfect, that in some weird channel of reasoning, the dress might've been possibly made for you, the kind of dress that makes you stare at yourself continuously in the mirror and find the strength to refuse the price.

Sufficient to say, i didn't get it in the end because the Mothership would've hit the roof when my bank statement comes at the end of the month and she finds out i've blown it all on a dress. I only just managed to convince Daddy that it was beyond perfect and he was all ready to buy it for me, but Mummy had to interfere and blah blah blah. Thus, no dress but i'm over it.

God it was so perfect. I even made up my mind that if i got the dress, i would zip stright to Novo to buy matching shoes, because those bejwelled heels would've completed the look. Anyway, dream damaged.

Okay, i'm really trying to upload the photos from my phone right now, but its made all the non-IE programs hang, annoying much. Another time yeah.

Heh, and my voice has taken a downturn, i think i might be suffering from oxidative stress or something along those lines cos everything else is fine, my throat isn't even sore but my voice is slowly fading out. Consolation being its taken on that hoarse, raspy quality that i find so sexy (:

Horror of all horrors, Ms Evelyn wants me to go in at 5pm later. Wonder how on Earth i'm suppose to project my voice and do her favourite Mabel Chiltern torture piece. Boo, i miss the 2pm slot with Belle, Ming, KY and all their nonsense.

End of CAs! I almost forgot. Gosh, i'm so, so, so unbelievably happy their over. But i'd give anything, except maybe my clutch collection, a high metabolism and quality time with Djokovic, to do my Physics paper all over again. I can't believe how stupid i was, and that stupidity will cost me greatly, i can imagine. Ugh, i screwed the calculation question like some brainless twit, and to find out that i was, in fact, on the right track, ridiculous as the numbers were, was just devastatingly soul-destroying. Oh god, i really wanted to die right then and there. The Tigress will probably have my blood for it :(

A little game of guess-who for humour's sake

I'll give the game up here. If you thought Daniel Radcliffe, boy wizard of the epic Potter films, you guessed right. This is him in costume for his role in the movie My Boy Jack. Funny, eh?

The last note would be how much i can't bloody stand Zac Efron and Hayden Panetierre. The both of them are everyfuckingwhere, its almost disturbing. And if i actually bothered to insert a Vanessa Hudgens related quote by Zac Efron over here, you'd wonder why he hasn't been shoved into an asylum yet.

With that, i'll see you soon. Lets hope the EPL can kick off with Cristiano Ronaldo lasting a whole 90minutes without hitting the ground thanks to, i dunno, wind maybe. Or perhaps the sound energy from the mouths of the frivolous fans might've converted into kinetic energy and knocked him over. Oh god, just stop diving, okay?

Love,Victoria xoxo

name, name

2007-08-05T01:17:00.000+08:00

WTF am i doing on the computer at 1.17am on a Saturday night when i've got Chem&History + Physics&Math CAs on Monday and Tuesday respectively? Ahh fuck, someone slap me, i think i deserve it.

(Study, Victoria, STUDYYYYY!)

Ohyeah, Aunty Charlotte called from San Francisco an hour ago. And believe it or not, she asked if she could name her baby Victoria too. Like, WTH. I said a big fat N-O flat out, then realised i was being quite rude but i was watching Below with the brothers, and it was some nerve-racking part so i got really annoyed. Ugh, they really should write phone etiquette for situations like this. And honestly, without wanting to come across sounding terribly mean, but i seriously do not want another in the family bearing a name identical to mine. It just doesn't sit right, yknow?

its times like this i wish you were here

soundtrack of my life

2007-08-03T17:12:00.000+08:00

IF MY LIFE WAS A SOUNDTRACK:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)

2. Put it on shuffle

3. Press play

4. For every question, type the song that's playing

5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

6. No cheating

Opening Credits: The Reason, Hoobastank/ Why Can't I, Liz Phair
I've found out a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
-
What if this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming

That's pretty alright (: and HELL YEAH

Waking up: Ocean Avenue, Yellowcard/ Beautiful Soul, Jesse McCartney
Sleeping all day, staying up all night
-
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul

Love it, but does that mean i'm gonna be nocturnal? i.e reverse body clock

First Day at School: The Anthem, Good Charlotte/Time To Dance, Panic! At The Disco
And my high school
It felt more to me
Like a jail cell
A penitentiary
-
She didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
So you cry, you cry (Give me a break)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood
At her feet

LMAO, Panic's super random but i can't help but laugh at GC.

Falling in Love: Perfect Match, A-Teens/ This Love, Maroon 5
You're into fashion, dinners and art
I know the south park series by heart
You conversate baby - I talk trash
But even so we're a perfect match
-
I tried my best to feed her appetite
Kept her coming every night
So hard to keep her satisfied
Kept playing love like it was just a game
Pretending to feel the same
Then turn around and leave again

The first is lovely. Ohh-kayyy, kinda kinky but not many complains here.

Breaking Up: Powerless, Nelly Furtado/ Memory, Sugarcult
Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless, what are you gonna do
-
This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings disappear.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

Yes to Sugarcult (:

Prom: It's Like That, Mariah Carey feat. JD/ The Way, Clay Aiken
Cause it's my night
No stress, no fights
I'm leaving it all behind
No tears, no time to cry
Just making the most of life
-
There's something 'bout the way you look tonight
There's something 'bout the way thatI can't take my eyes off you

Aw the lazy groove and the perfect slowdance

Life's Okay: Good Life, Leslie Mills/ Just The Way I'm Feeling, Feeder
Gotta get me out of the junkyard heap
Kicking back in marigold summertime dream
It's a good, good life, we got the good life
Falling in love under the raspberry sun
Turn up the stereo, baby have some fun
It' a good, good life, we got the good life
-
And I feel it's going down
Ten feet below the ground
I'm waiting for your healing hand
One touch could bring me round
I feel we're going down
Ten feet below the ground,It's just the way I'm feeling

Yesyesyesss i absolutely accept! Feeder makes me rather broody though.

Mental Breakdown: Pieces Of Me, Ashlee Simpson/ Cry Me A River, Justin Timberlake

I am moody, messy
I get restless, and it's senseless
How you never seem to care
Fall... Sometimes I fall so fast
Well, I hit that bottom
Crash, you're all I have
-
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
To cry, cry me a river

Mmhmm

Driving: Clocks, Coldplay/ Breakaway, Kelly Clarkson
Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head and a
Trouble that cant be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed
-
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away
And breakaway

Okay

Flashback: When Summer's Gone, Blue/ Here Without You, 3 Doors Down
We'll be walking though leaves
When summers gone
We'll carry on
-
The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go

Heart the first, the second's hella cliche

Getting Back: Burn, Usher/ Tongue-Tied, October Fall
I don't understand, why
See it' s burning me to hold onto this
I know this is something I gotta do
But that don't mean I want to
What I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I just
I feel like this, is coming to an end
And it's better for me to, let it go now than hold on and hurt you
I gotta let it burn
-
If we stop pretending, we know where we're heading
'cause I said stop but I'm still spinning
They've said I've lost but I'm still winning
Burn quick and stand still
Speak slow to get though
These words I couldn't say to you
I crack concrete falling down for you

Beautiful, but terribly heartwrenching

Wedding Scene: Eyes On You, Jay Sean/ Mistakes We Knew We Were Making, Straylight Run

You can tell anyone about it
Show it off, no need to hide it
C'mon get a little excited
Excite it over here
-
and all our sins come back to haunt us in the end
to hang around and tap us on the shoulder
and smile
silent
it's all implied
"you'll die trying to live this down. you might as well forget it."
still, i'm convinced that wondering what if is the worst thing there is

Oh, so i won't get my perfect white wedding?!

Birth of a Child: Pressure, Paramore/ Dumb, 411

Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them go
I'm sitting all alone feeling empty
-
You were lookin right at me
Lookin right back
We knew there was something there
And i know you knew that if we did do this
It would be an affair

HAHAHAHA this is so true. Kids are so not my thing (:

Final Battle: Over My Head (Cable Car), The Fray/ Grand Theft Autumn (Where Is Your Boy), Fall Out Boy

But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears
-
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Wth, but i do love The Fray

Death Scene: From Yesterday, 30 Seconds To Mars/ Breaking The Habit, Linkin Park
Another glorious match

End Credits: I Love Rock&Roll, Britney Spears/ Someday, Nickelback
Heh, well a showtune's always nice to have. And complete agreement with Someday

Bonus Track: Goodies, Ciara/ Diamonds From Sierra Leone, Kanye West
Whoa

friendships

2007-08-03T16:05:00.000+08:00

you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

To us. Who we were. Who we are. And who we'll be.

"Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they are meant to be there; they serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or help you figure out who you are."

"True happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one's self, and in the next from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions"

P.S Good humor is the health of the soul, sadness is its poison.

CA daze

2007-08-02T18:57:00.000+08:00

i want you to be the one

Uhh, first up, sorry Foo. For ignoring you during assembly, cos you've been nothing but nice although you claimed it was my fault you fell on the escalator at Raffles the other day. Which by the way, so not! I refuse to be blamed for your own clumsiness (: &&and thanks for the download link. We shall hit HipDiner after CAs for their mussels yeah (:

SS CA today, i thought it was pretty good, so hopefully the results won't prove otherwise. A-Math on Wednesday was shite, i refuse to discuss it. ThaiExpress with Cheryl & Elaina for lunch. Uncomfortable silences, thats a first between us.

The silent treatment to those around me today wasn't deliberate, i can assure you. It wasn't, and i cannot emphasise more, wasn't because of the book that i subconsciously slipped into fuck-off-and-let-me-brood mode after the tears made a cameo appearance. Look, the book had some pretty moving scenes, and if you can read about the process of someone dying of leukaemia and entrusting her daughter into the care of her bestfriend even though they haven't been in contact for two years because she slept with her bestfriend's fiance, who happens to father her child, then something is seriously wrong with you. Or maybe the way you're wired just wasn't meant to fully appreciate the power of the written word. Or perhaps i was caught off-guard and in a fragile state of mind. Whatever.

Lunch with Claire, Mel & Nikki. Hung out with DebQ, Vada, Linette & Ili at Videoworld after, i think 3Five people are best to be with when you need some major cheering up. Complained like hell about having to take the bus home for the past four days cos Daddy's been busy with his new business venture thing, and i spent $4o in the space of 48 hours without so much as stepping into a mall. No, not even Parkway. Something is horribly wrong with me, the parents keep preaching that i've got no appreciation for the value of money cos i've never worked for my own keep before.

Met Fatimah (the lovely, dramatic one from 3Five) and Faith Madhavan on the bus, but Faith alighted one stop later. Fat&i had a really good laugh though, cos i've known her since my first year and she's always tolerated my sarcasm and moodiness. And we both refuse to believe that double airkisses are naff (:

Ohyeah, being CA week and all, we've got hundreds of free periods cos some teachers are just shite like that. But i don't mind Mr JL being on mc, cos Core Lit in that little air-conditioned enclove of ours can be pretty wack. Usually a mass blue-tooth session with all the phones whipped out, Jac being an irritant, Claire gossiping, and me developing a penchant for black&white photos and mouthing off with Amelia. She's my lab partner, and i love her to bits. (although she blatantly refuses to believe that my fingertips were suffering a burning sensation from the stupid hydrochloric acid) One day we're gonna take pics of the pair of us in those ugly lab-geek gogs CSH aka One Helluva Bitch forces us to wear when we heat shit up with the bunsen burner, heh (:

Some pictures, for kicks

Jac being tha havoc-irritant that she is (:

Our resident prefect is cooler than rules

They were made to be broken after all (:

Yes, i DO in fact study

Shahirah makes her love for Jodi Picoult evident, while Ain sleeps and Nuzul remains unusually studious

Here's Claire pouting at her trip away with the fairies

My fabulous skin infatuatiuon & the Lit text

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Rubyyy!

Fairuz! The only person in the world who's allowed to say i've got the mentality of a five-year-old

Jac on a better, more verbally connective day (: you can see her pretty red ipod too

My adorable lingerie-print pencilcase and Claire's pristine phone
Our mess, basically (:

Hilarious bit of conversation the other day-

Me: Claire, if i write a book and it gets published, will you buy it?

Claire: Yeah, but i won't understand it!

Au revoir (:

P.S. Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same

for a little moment

2007-07-29T21:42:00.000+08:00

i've got the gift of one-liners & you've got the curse of curves

Okay okay, i know that i've abandoned this blog for a pretty damn long period of time, so major apologies. Very quick post, cos i realised my page looks quite dead.

First up, i know there's a lot, and i mean A LOT, i haven't posted about. Flag day CIP in town, Battle of the Bands at ACS(I), Physics project, Lit presentation (the candles, baby!), nad all the other random and mundane little things that happen in this life of mine that i so kindly share with you (:

But the bloody stream of CAs begin tomorrow, with English leading the pack. Oh, and the school has so thoughtfully placed Napfa 5 items after school, where the fuck do they expect us to find time to study?

Sheesh. Considerate, much?

And i swear i'll stop binging on nonsense. (As my lovely friends, you are morally obligated...)

Ohyeah, without forgetting the whole English essay grade fiasco, apologies for the outburst to those around me on the receiving end. Maybe i should check myself into anger management rehab or whatnot. I love you guys.

However, i seriously feel the need to at least express my utmost concern in relation to the rubrics of the essay. I have no doubts as to the quality of my writing, but if that grade was given as some personal displeasure towards my behaviour during lesson, then that's going a step too far.

I know that seeking a second opinion from another teacher will result in provocation and insult, not to mention disrespect, but its hard to respect someone who isn't capable of commanding the attention of her own class. It is a possibility that i'm reading too much into a one-off situation, but i haven't cooled off over the weekend. In fact, the reality of it has hit me a lot harder, even more so.

With that, i bid you good night.

real players are the sexxx

2007-07-11T13:27:00.001+08:00

the heat is on

I'm sitting at home right now while the rest of you are still stuck in that hellhole they call "school". The only up-side being that Munchy Donuts is just down the street, and their oreo confection is absolutely to-die-for.

I know for a fact that Charmaine would like to slap my face cos she thinks that i'm exaggerating an otherwise minor injury, but whatever Char, sucks to have to take Amath huh *big, obnoxious smirk on my part*

Hit town last Friday to catch Goal 2 with her, and OHMYGOD IT FRIGGIN' OWNED ASS. It rocked, times a gazillion multiplied by infinity. Major eye candy movie, i'm telling you. And if you get the whole football thing the way people like Parveena and i do, it's a big whooping headrush. Makes you kick into hotness-induced epileptic fits at the sight of the amazing number of famous Real players and their tight, shirtless bodies. (Fat Ronaldo being the only exception, heh)

Think Beckham, Guti, Iker Casillas, Raul Gonzalez, Sergio Ramos, Thomas Gravesen, Cincinho, Julio Baptista, Zizou, Roberto Carlos, the list keeps going. Have you seen so many huge names on one screen at any one time?! (matches so not included, their not up close)

Pre-match photo-op (:

Enormous reminder of why i adore Becks. The movie was a blatant showcase of his glorious body and tattoos and body and tattoos and body...

He's fit as hell and the urge to lay your hands all over that six-pack washboard abs of his is ultimate temptation. Pshh, he's such a golden sexgod.

Uh-huhhh (:

Someone scream "Sexyyy!" (i think Par just did, lmao)

Sergio Ramos, Becks, Guti: a celebration of hotness, perhaps (:

Have i mentioned Guti? GUTIIIIIII! He's one of Madrid's three captains, so sexy. & i think Iker is beyond hotness. Especially that hot tub scene where he grabs the phone from Gavin Harris, he's the sexxxxx.

Try, i'm serious, just try and tell me your heart isn't beating at Ferrari speeds at the sight of him

I'm quite certain i heard somewhere that football was merely an excuse for guys to get busy with all the wrong touching. Oh yeah? (:

I couldn't refuse the abs (:

Bottomline: go watch Goal 2, its got more eye candy than The Covenant. Though it may not be up for any Oscars in the near future, catch it for the pure entertainment that football entails. The stereotypical insight into the world of football lets you experience the parties and scandals as if you were a guest yourself, and you bear audience to the endless luxuries of a footballer's life. Santiago & Jordana's white Lamborghini Gallardo Spider is a pretty sight too (:

Monday morning i sprained my ankle during PE, Kong was making us run rounds as usual, and the stupid ground behind the canteen was uneven, so i stepped into a hole by accident, complete the rest yourself. Spent the rest of the day limping around like an idiot, ugh. Things didn't look too positive from then.

Tuesday after school had Physics project with Nikki & Mel. Then went to get a donut with Vada, friggin' delicious. Cabbed home, attempted tuition homework, then Daddy took me to the sinseh where i got accupunctured. No, i got a needle shoved into my ankle in three different places and they did that suction thingy after and basically twisted and rubbed my ankle in all the places that hurt. Painful. As. Hell. No other comments.

Here comes the nice part, tutor called & tried to cancel on me cos i was late. Hello, casualty? And that kinda became the deciding factor on whether or not i should go to school on Wednesday, which basically explains why i get to give school a miss, and in the process A-Math CA, Physics, A-Math remedial, and tennis training (: (: (:

Right, off to bathe and prep for tuition now. Hope school was fun, go have a donut for me or something.

Love,
Victoria

P.S Irresistible photo, explains it all (:

Sergio Ramos & Fernando Torres

(Par, we can share, lmao (: though i'd rather be Mrs T.

Sharan, get over your BB, and you'll be in on this)

minutes to midnight

2007-07-08T20:58:00.000+08:00

i clean this slate with the hands of uncertainty

Omg, i am so buying Minutes To Midnight. First chance i get, period.

Ohyeah, i think Batista is hot. Okay, not really hot-hot, but i wanna run my perverted-fan-girl hands all over his body. Think 300 pounds of pure solid carnal muscle. It's like this amazingly sculpted work of art, i swear. And he creeps the shit outta me now that he's shaved his head. But the unleash the animal thing is pretty damn cool. I WANNA FEEL HIS BOD, DAMMIT.

I'LL BET IT'S SOLID.

LIKE, WHOAAA.

I'm not usually like this, so if anyone mentions, i'll just plead temporary insanity. Blame it on Ryan&Joel and their choice of televised entertainment.

I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BABY DJOKOVIC PULLED OUTTA THE NADAL SEMIFINAL DUE TO INJURY, OMGGG.

Another Fed-Nadal Grand Slam final, can anyone spell boring?

Live Earth sucked shizz, i missed the LP performance :(

School tmr, and Physics. Boo, my life is torture sometimes.

free time, finally

2007-07-05T21:48:00.000+08:00

sinking into sweet uncertainty

I'm sure you know me, that i'm not one for weakness.

Today was dumb, like what was the point of even coming to school.

Can we make this last forever

With every word we're growing distant

And I feel as though I have to let you know

It's growing old to see us torn by every choice that I have made

In every instant you were right to write me off and move ahead

And I think I let you down, I throw it all away

I never meant to break it up or make you feel this way

It's getting colder through these walls that seem to thin to break us now

A perfect ending still in line though it seems our time is running out

And just a call from you would make this go away

I never felt this day would come, I'll never be the same

Can we make this last forever

With every word you're growing distant

And I feel as though I have to let you go

Can we make this time together

Seem as though we never started

And it's hard to be the only one to know

Through open eyes I sense a feeling painted black that lines your heart

It's bleeding through just like the colors that I've seen right from the start

And if I had the choice to do this all again

Would you be inclined to notice it or would you just pretend

Can we make this last forever

With every word you're growing distant

And I feel as though I have to let you go

Can we make this time together

Seem as though we never started

And it hurts to be the only one to know

Remember how we used to be...

back at training

2007-07-04T19:00:00.000+08:00

Don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say

Hello, hello!

I'm in new skin mode. Or maybe not. We'll see, cos it depends on the expanse of time i've got the luxury of sparing. Pffttt.

Okay, just got back from training, which sucked major shite at first. (Well actually it wasn't so bad) But Coach Arik was being quite asshole-y, i hope to god he never sees this. Omg, i feel like doing laps nowww. Alright, i shall do a quick post and go change into swimming gear, do laps, come up and shower, dinner, hopefully squeeze in some homework (PHYSICS!), then hit the sack. Yeahh, gameplan!

Parkway'd with Linette, Vada & DebW for lunch. Linette and i were content with our pepsi & mountain dew respectively, while DebW was kind enough to take my earlier "as a friend of mine, you're morally obliged to discourage me from eating" spiel seriously, so thank youuu (: Rofl, someone made the comment that our entire cohort was in Kfc. The bunch from my class: Elaina, Belle, Ain, Fairuz, Cheryl, Shahirah, Claire. Then the badminton people: Rachel, Tessa, HuiXin + Shuyin. And a bunch of juniors milling around, adding numbers to the green-ness that had consumed the place.

Topshop, Dorothy, Diva, the entire area. Then went for our usual pre-training gelato. Vada owes me cash, and i owe Kim cash (: Had a largely entertaining discussion about Pete Wentz's love life, and the gigs we'd been to. Bus'd to training, where we continued our Brendon Urie vs Ryan Ross debate, and the extent to which William Beckett from The Academy Is is hot.

We strolled in late, and Coach Arik wasn't too happy. Skipped 200, non-consecutively. Goshh, i'm so un-fit. Then blah, blah, blah. THE BALL MACHINE IS ABSOLUTE COOLNESS, i friggin' wanna own one! It's like having a coach minus the annoying voice. A grand plus, lmao. Vada said it was deffo much cheaper to pay a coach to feed us balls. But the machine, i lovvvvvvvve it!

I meant to blog more, but my swim calls!

V xoxo

international friendly, i heart kewell & the socceroos

2007-07-01T17:17:00.000+08:00

you could be my baby, maybe it's a possibility

I think either Charmaine's blog-oriented fickleness has rubbed off on me, or i take the things people say to heart (Sha: change to LJ, Vic!). But whatever, the fact that i'm xanga/livejournal/typepad/diaryland illiterate seems to help a great deal, hence i remain stationary within the confines of blogger.

Ohyeah, how could i possibly forget.

I'M IN LOVE WITH HARRY KEWELL. HE'S THE ABSOLUTE SEX, THE EFFING HOTTEST THING TO EVER CROSS MY MIND.

(Novak Djokovic being the only exception, shhhh don't tell)

National Stadium yesterday, had the best time with Sharan, Rachel & Parveena (: Got there around 3.30pm, we managed to get decent seats, think 2nd row. Aw yeah (: Legends match was hilarious, i bet the entire Malaysian ex-internationals team got sud'ed. Par couldn't stop laughing at the boy behind who kept yelling "EH GRANDPA!" at a certain silver-haired player.

The cheerleading sucked shite somewhat, but credit given for trying. Military band was alright. (ANTS, PAR! lmao) Omg, then the Socceroos came out to warm up and this is the part where i go all fan-girl and gushy, so you have to excuse me (:

I love, love, love Xinfinity Harry Kewell. I'm a friggin' genius for bringing binoculars, we all took turns checking out the Aussies. 'cept Sharan, she was all Baihakki is so hot, rofl.

Sha ♥ Baihakki, Rachel ♥ the game, I ♥ Kewell (he's such a god)

Sharan: "Omg, Baihakki is so hot. He's like, Singapore's answer to Cristiano Ronaldo."

Rachel: "Except he's a defender."

(i cracked up laughing over that)

The weather was disgustingly humid, and i kept wanting to get up and walk about. Rachel concluded that i've got a relatively short attention span, which is kinda true. Brett Emerton was goooood, Rachel, Par & i all heart him. Sha hearts Baihakki, and Baihakki alone. She wants to stalk him, rofl.

I was going positively mental over Harry Kewell, he's beyond incredible. Okay, this is probably derived from me actually being in such close proximity to him for a little over 90minutes, but whatever. He's so fly, he makes airplanes crash. I LOVE HARRY KEWELL, DAMMIT.

The friendly ended 3-0 to Australia, exactly as i predicted. Viduka, Kewell (my babyyy, LMAO RACHEL), Viduka, all in the second half. I spent most of the game with my binocs zoomed close to Kewell, with Sharan occasionally snatching them away to scam on Baihakki. Everytime the crowd erupted, i had to whip them off and ask "What happened? Who scored??" To which Rach/Sha/Par will clue me in. Okay, there were certain parts where i actually watched the ball, but it was mostly Kewell/Emerton/no. 5. Cahill didn't play :(

She's my match partner, and we scam on fine arses together (: Essence of Xabi, roflmao! Par darling, you're love.

Hilarious moment #1:

Par: I think that guy's cute. Behind us, white cap, ManU jersay.

Me: Oh, him. He keeps looking everytime we turn around.

Par: I bet he's checking you out.

Me: What makes you think he's checking me out.

Par: Okay, maybe he's checking Rachel out.

(Laughed our arses off, and then Par tried to tell Rachel but she took like 5 minutes to actually complete the sentence, thanks to my incessant laughing)

Rachel kept rolling her eyes at my "Kewell baby" obsession XD But it was hilarious, and she's my let's-get-up-and-walk-around partner, so i heart her (though she refuses to believe Kewell's my one and only)

Hilarious momnet #2:

Me: We should try jumping over the barrier, he's just right there warming up! And there's no security, look!

Rachel: But you're wearing a skirt.

Me: (Lifts the skirt up) But it's a tennis skirt!

Rachel: You always cheat my feelings!

Oh, and we met Ruby, Mel, Elaina, Fairuz & Cheryl there. But they were sitting in the south gallery, and they left at half-time during the Socceroos match :(

And, the saddest part is Harry Kewell, my new favourite hotshot football love, is freakin' married to a washed up Australian actress.

Get to know her, she's Sheree Murphy. They've got a son together, he's called Taylor. Cute :)

Okay, now my football addiction has just been turned up by a million notches (always happens when the season comes to a close, ironic huh)

Victoria XX

P.S Hello Deborah, i hope the Barker carnival was fun. And if you & Linette sing that stupid Ding whatever song again, i swear i'll smack you face XD

P.P.S The latest confirmations, i can now breathe normally:

Atletico Madrid insist they still want to keep Fernando Torres after reports suggested the Spain international was close to sealing a big-money move to Liverpool. The 23-year-old has been linked with a transfer to Anfield for much of the summer and it was reported that the two clubs had agreed a fee in the region of 27million for the striker. However, an Atletico spokesperson said on Friday: "At the moment, there is nothing happening. There are no negotiations taking place, although things can change. The player is on holiday at the moment and will report back to training on July 9 for the Intertoto match (at the end of July). At the moment, any talk of a move is just speculation and we are still hopeful that Fernando will be with us next season." Atletico fans have protested against the sale of Torres, but their major shareholder, Miguel Angel Gil Marin, had said earlier in the week: "No one is irreplaceable. We have to build a competitive team and no one player, however good he is, can achieve our objectives on his own. Last time I spoke to Fernando he said he was staying but I can't prevent him having a change of heart and I have to be prepared for that." -Yahoo Sports

Ha, in your face.

opening of semester 2+the cairns holiday

2007-06-26T16:40:00.000+08:00

Can you imagine when this race is won, turn our golden faces into the sun

The PC's been on the fritz for the past few days, and i had to contend with rushing three subjects worth of holiday homework in 48hours. Turns out, the teachers don't plan to collect anytime soon, so a wasted effort on my part. I'm still seeking solace in the fact that at least i got some stuff done.

Day 2 of the new semester already, and i was so dreading school on Sunday night. Just not in the mood to get back in the doghouse, y'know? Of course it was morning almost after my head hit the pillow, and it school went by in a speedy blur. The new English teacher was quite alright, i didn't detect signs of any funny accents or weirdly unusual tastes from her, but hey, they say the true colours take time to reveal themselves.

It seems as if the June break had never occurred, just four weeks out of this world whizzing by in the blink of an eye, with little triumphs and mild tragedies along the way. And now school's begun once again, and we're slipping right back into that old system we left for a more carefree life at the end of May. The system's still here, we're going about our daily school-inclusive lives as per normal, except for some slight changes, most of which were typically predictable.

The holiday in Cairns was fantastic. There were ups and downs but ultimately i had a fabulous time, and thats all that matters if you ask me. Not going into too much detail if i can help it, though i do possess an alarming tendency to overshare (:

Cairns is located in Queensland, Australia, and its located in very close proximity to the Great Barrier Reef. The plane ride there sucked shite, and the selection of movies on Qantas was lousy. There were no SQ flights there, so Qantas was the only alternative.

Flew off on Sunday the 17th night, and arrived in Cairns around nine in the morning. There was some problem with the hotel, and everyone was right exhausted after the stupid domestic flight from Melbourne that seemed to last eternity. Even coffee couldn't fix the mood, and we were getting too cranky to be in close proximity to each other. Anyways, we woke up somewhere in the evening and went to the tourist food court for dinner. They sold supremely cool seafood over there, all the prawns & mussels etc, except way fresher and tenfold more delicious.

I cheered up considerably when we stepped into the night market, there was a bright variety of items on sale. All the usual tourist t-shirts and stuff, together with cute jewelry and magnets, whatnot. Ryan bought me this really cool skull chest at my insistence, very pirates-y, now sitting on my desk containing all my dangly earrings (: Bought pretty candles, other random stuff. Lmao, actually wanted to get a temporary tattoo (miami ink!), but they had no nice designs to choose from.

Went hot air ballooning to see the sunrise the next morning, the sights were mind-blowing. Experience was really incredible too. Ohyeah, there was this Jap guy called Masa who was part of the crew, job was to communicate with the Jap tourists. He was really cute, in a non-Jap way, totally reminded me of Yoji Harada, cos the rest of the crew who were all locals, really treated him like differently, yet still kinda affectionate (a la Ami&gang from Miami Ink and Yoji). Even Ryan agreed with me. Joel just kept sleeping on the bus, rofl.

City tour, opal shop, dinner at Villa Romana (: this really happening Italian restaurant with amazing food. I swear, i'm going back there again just to eat their Penne Bosciola, effing delicious i tell you.

Wednesday, sky rail in the morning, lots of tree top walks. The family was hilarious and we all ahd a good laugh together. Got off at Kuranda, ate & shopped. I love little towns like that, they litearlly buzz with energy. Stopped by the Venom Zoo, bloody coolness. All the boys' idea, but it was interesting. Touched two-headed lizards and the like, believe it or not.

QUAD-BIKINGGG. We went quad-biking after, and it was the absolute sexxx. I love, love, love it and i can't wait to get back there and get on the ATV again. It's the most exhilirating experience ever, because that element of danger & fear is omnipresent. I had one accident, thanks in a large part to my very trigger-happy finger. The front tyre breaks and the accelerator was on the handle bar, back tyre breaks and gear shift at your feet. I pressed right down on the trigger, and the four-wheeled monstrosity went crazy. Sufficient to say, i ended up in the grass, very much off the dirt track. But you learn, you quickly improve as time passes. We spent the entire afternoon at the ATV place. Obstacle course was scary, all the high bumps and muddy ditches and sharp turns. I crashed into this Hongky bitch twice and she started swearing at me in Cantonese. I mean, who the fuck wears Birks when they go quadbiking? Wait, who the fuck wears Birks, period. (No offense to any Birkenstock-loving people who're reading this)

Then Joel crashed into me twice, the second time right at this muddy ditch+sharp turn part of the obstacle course. I was so, terribly intimidated by the machine at first, but when you get the hang of it and learn to control the bike, the fun really begins. We spent the whole afternoon racing past cows and goats and horses on dirt tracks, maneuvering our way thorugh bumps and slopes and puddles at high speeds. And when there's straight and flat land with great distance from other bikes, you get to really floor it, and the feeling gets you beyond high, its the ultimate love, fulfilling all your daredevil extreme-sports wind-blowing-through-your-hair fantasies (:

(Ohyeah, lots, and i mean lots, of hot guys minding the ATVs. Think Brandon Davis back when he was dating Paris Hilton but infinity times hotter. Brown hair, blue eyes, melt-worthy smile)

Had sushi for dinner that night, did a bit of shopping at the surf shops. Green Island cruise the next day, very fun. Chocolate mud love potion TimTams + the feel of the ship rocking beneath me was wonderful. And the windy upperdeck was a glorious photo-op. Snorkeling sucked cos it was cold as hell. The water was icy to the touch and we all couldn't stop shivering like crazy. Saw some fishes, corals and the like but the temperature was too much to take, so we got out and headed for the showers. Had lunch after, and then went on the yellow semi-submarine. It had glass windows beneath, and we could see all the fishes up close, breath-takingly gorgeous.

The crew was hilarious. Back to the hotel for a proper shower, then we hit Cairns Central. Shops over there close at five normally, but open till 9 on Thursdays. In 2 hours, i snapped up five tops, one skirt, two bangles, two clutches, one really cute purse, and this really chic french bag which i absolutely love.

Next day was to the airport, where we got my new favourite thing, a Spencer & Rutherford skin shoulder bag. It's hot pink, patent black, and matte white. Suits me perfectly, and i just can't get enough of it. Also happens to serve as my new school bag, seeing as how the previous one is falling apart real miserably.

Flight back was significantly better, thanks to earplanes aka my new bestfriends (my ears have a huge landing problem, you see). I love my Daddy, he bought them for me. Recipe to a smooth plane ride = Earplanes ear plugs + lots of celeb&gossip mags + copious amounts of water + whatever's in the in-flight movie selection.

First day back at school, and i've never had everyone say the same thing to me before.
"Omigod, you got bangs!" Lmao. And DebQ reckons i killed a crocodile, snake, and lizard just to get the perfect bag. What rubbish! Oh, and we both think Jeff Corwin is hilarious, don't ask.

Let us die young or let us live forever

Love, Victoria

gossip girl!

2007-06-16T15:16:00.000+08:00

she can't keep a secret for more than an hour

So, GUESS BLOODY WHAT! (:

I was just browsing around, and somehow discovered that friggin' Gossip Girl, everyone's favourite ultra-scandalous chick lit series has been adapted into a TV series. Not only that, Josh Schwartz is behind this one, and though i find the casting all-wrong, with the exception of Blake Lively as Serena van der Woodsen (you start to grow on her after awhile), i honestly hope that he'll do the Gossip Girl series some much-deserved justice.

The sneak peaks, teaser trailers and whatnot have all been uploaded by equally ardent fans desperate for the latest scoop. Click the following link to check it out (:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdeoMULDkIo

You'll agree with me, Chuck Bass looks effing hot. But the rest are all wrong, Nate Archibald is completely short of the golden god Cecily von Ziegesar makes him out to be, Jenny Humphrey's a flat-chested blonde, Kati Farkas is Asian, even Rufus Humphrey's character has been tampered with. Oh, and not forgetting, Vanessa Abrams is virtually non-existent in the series.

Nevertheless, i can't wait to get my hands on the show.

To steal a line:

you know you love me,

Victoria

P.S fuck, i want my book 10!

P.P.S I hate packing. Plane leaves tomorrow, i'm quite looking forward to the ride there, actually. Crossing my fingers in high hopes that there'll be a stellar selection of movies in the in-flight entertainment system (:

lunch with ms long & all, domino

2007-06-15T21:22:00.000+08:00

when you're too in love to let it go

Lunch at Fish&Co with Natesha, Meixi, Belle, Gienne and Ms Long this afternoon. The food was good but the conversation was even better. We had a few glorious moments of comic relief courtesy of everyone, even me at some point in time. Pity no one had the brain to suggest picures :(

Natesha agrees with me that Novak Djokovic is a bloody sexgod (:
We're all hoping Nadal screws up at Wimbledon, hell yeah.

Ended up at Coffee Bean where Meixi and i shared a rather dubious raspberry tea drink which i eventually dumped too much sugar syrup in thanks to the Venezia hazelnut+yoggi gelato Natesha and i decided to get. Gossiped, talked, laughed. I actually brought A-Math & Physics down with me, but i stupidly left out on the foolscap. Fancy that.

And the three of us (MX, Natesha, me) agree that books about fuckups like Holden Caulfield are immensely engaging. Well actually books about crazy (maybe not) people really strike the right notes in our system.

Prozac Nation (both book and movie) are next on the hitlist. Yeahh baby (:

Got home and popped The Virgin Suicides into the player, but the damn thing wouldn't function, some code fuckup or whatever. Anyways, i brought it down to the guy who courteously offered another movie in place of the previously mentioned. Pity, i was rather looking forward to a Sofia Coppola film where critics proclaim the adapted book a "Catcher In The Rye" for the modern generation.

DOMINO. Best. Damn. Movie. Ever.

Keira Knightley's a bloody brilliant actress, someone should put Scarlett Johansson in jail for her one-dimensional, utterly boring acting skills. Or lack thereof, thinking about it.

After that: October Fall+Coldplay+Nickelback on repeat.
Yeah well, i've slipped into that personal hell yet again.

No love this time, Victoria

out with cm, mx, nic & nat

2007-06-13T22:16:00.000+08:00

i'll be there for you, these five words i swear to you

Town with these people today, you guys slap the biggest smile on my face. Lunch + Ocean's13 + Starbucks, we had the best time.

Wow, had no idea i looked so tan. And yeah, my new hair (:

Rest of the pictures in the next post, i'm too lazy to upload now.

Cheers, Victoria

game, set, match

2007-06-10T14:10:00.000+08:00

game, set, match

See? I do, in fact, make good on my promises. Its great that school's out, and we can just kick back without a care, holiday homework hanging over our heads being the only exception. Speaking of which, i've yet to touch. Yeah, i haven't even unpacked my school bag yet. Maybe i should be getting worried, since i promised MsT that i'd mug some worth during the break.

The other thing that's out is football, whatever. Transfer period now, and i'm not too fixed on reading the sports page on a daily basis to find out whether Thierry Henry's going to Barcelona or whether Andriy Shevchenko's heading back to Italy. I figured it'd be better to just fall back on the round-ups before the 07/08 season begins and see which club offers the best line-up. My loyalties may not necessary lie with Chelsea if Fernando Torres comes to England, come to think about it, football might not even be fun to follow if Benitez sells half his bloody squad, especially Mark Gonzalez.

But to hell with all that, i'm really getting a kick out of Miami Ink, weeknights at 11pm on T&L. Believe me, its hilarious and hella interesting and the guys are such wackjobs in their own adorable little ways. Yeah, i think Ami James is hotshit, all tough guy and whatnot with the temper and all the chicks coming in looking for a tattoo and some attention, but his apprentice, Yoji Harada, provides the most comic relief. He got Garver to shave his head, and then asked him to tattoo "Made In Japan" by the side, but Ami wouldn't let. The dude still went on with it anyway. Seriouslyyy, those guys are mental.

The best thing going, in my opinion however, is the French Open. It's probably safe to say i spend my nights alternating between 16 & 22, if i'm not out. Anyways, i sacrificed Miami Ink to watch the bloody Rafael Nadal vs Novak Djokovic Men's Singles semfinal, and it was fucking mind-blowing. And unfair, and awesome, and so bloodyfuckingly wronggg.

Okay, apologies, i'm just being biased cos i'm terribly anti-Nadal. That guy is irksome, annoying and he picks his wedgie before he serves, not a particularly panaromic sight if you plan to spend 3 hours watching the match. I'm serious, he probably thinks he's got very hot buns just 'cause he works out, he's got nice forearms, and that's all the credit i'm giving him.

Djokovic, on the other hand, is one stunning sexgod. And it's not just about the looks in his case, though i'd gladly proclaim him gorgeous without hesitation, but his overall package is incrdeible. I just love how he's covetedly up-and-coming, a young talent, enough wolfish ego to make you fall head over heels with the spark in his hazel-green eyes, how he can still run tongue-in-cheek comments with the camera in the locker room after a gruelling five-setter with Olivier Patience in the Round of 16. Fuck, tennis players are gloriously sexy sometimes.

Check out the smiley on his racket, just adds to the attraction doesn't it (:

So anyways, Nadal won the friggin' match 7-5 6-4 6-2, and i swear my heart goes out to Djokovic in the third set. The first two sets were just undoubtedly stunning world-class tennis, complete with adrenaline running high and crowd whistles for the very sexy underdog. Said player also turned up for the Women's Singles final yesterday, Justine Henin vs Ana Ivananovic. Its good to see the Serbians all so supportive of each other, with Jelena Jankovic turning up for Djokovic's match against Nadal after losing to Henin the day before, and now Djokovic all handsome in the stands of Ivanovic's first Grand Slam final.

Say hello to the new sex

Sufficient to say, i thoroughly enjoyed Ivanovic's 6-2 6-1 demolition of Maria Sharapova in the semifinal. I don't give a rat's squiggly little ass whether she's playing off-court doubles with Andy Roddick now, they could have a public screw in the middle of Times Square, NY for all i care. I just don't take well to players getting all swell just 'cause they wear impossibly ridiculous outfits that Nike customises for them for ad's sake and eat bananas to win a Grand Slam title.

Roddick got knocked out in the first round of Roland Garros, poor dear

Besides, Andy Roddick & Paris Hilton got their freak on once, and anybody who's done a miserable jailbird loses every ounce of street cred they ever had.

Ana Ivanovic's dark burgundy Adidas dress did her no more justice than Maria Sharapova and her navy tulle Nike dress, but this girl's absolutely lovely. Judging from the media coverage of late, she's definitely not the bitchy Sharapova sort.

Nike Gathered French Mesh Dress

This dress has been causing some serious waves. Confession, though i'll deny i ever said this: i actually went into Nike to try the dress, but no, i didn't like it. I detested it from the moment i saw it, i immediately had it down for one of those Nike-Sharapova things, and i was right. I dunno what'd gotten into me. I did, however, get a new tennis outfit at Nike. Its undoubtedly fab, and i love it to bits right now (:

Cheers,
Victoria

first in the midst

2007-06-08T22:18:00.000+08:00

so where's the writing on the wall

New blog, don't asky why. Even though i went through all that trouble to change the skin at toxicthrills, i'm back at blogger after a very brief two-post stint at xanga, at which i felt disgustingly handicapped to all its functions and whatnot, hence my return. The old blog was putting me off, and i thought it was the usual skin problem, but that wasn't the case this time. Thinking back, xanga wasn't really my scene anyways.

Solemn promise, updates coming soon.

I just have to figure out how to hook up the cpu of the other pc to its monitor, cos the system's damn screwed and i hate blogging with this pc. It just messes with me.

This just testifies to my love for heliums.

Love,

Victoria