Victoria -just the way i'm feeling

taking off

Hey friends

I'm terribly sorry to be uprooting in the middle of the year, but it was a mood thing, so yeah.
Here's the new link:

http://prettyfrequency.blogspot.com

Love all,
Victoria

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tangled up in our embrace

Blogger still refuses to revert back to normal, nothing i can do bout that, so fuckkk.

Sunday morning, tuition with Belle, Sulynn & Pron. Effing hilarious, maybe we should all tuition in the morning more often, it's more cheery and filled with frequent bouts of laughter. Laoshi got pissed at us eventually cos we were talking too much, but ohwell.

Monday, last papers. Thankgod, cos the entire duration was just hell intense, and too stressful for my liking. Towning + FRACTURE with Char, absolute fun. Grabbed Food at Taka, shopped loads, bought accessories (: Ryan Gosling is seriously sexy, since his brilliant performance in The Notebook still leaves a deep imprint. Fracture casts him in a different light, still the golden boy role, but as always, tainted with a hint of darkness.

Tuesday, downtime at home, Vivo in the evening-night. Bought dresses, hence Victoria is a happy, happy girl. And ohmyy, River Island has hella pretty things. I've got my eye on practically every single bag stocked there. Char and i were just discussing bout how as females, we're never satisfied with the amount of shoes we have. But i think that it's not really a question of satisfaction, it's more of which aspect of fashion you have a fetish for, if you get what i mean. For some, it's shoes, or dresses or it could be anything really. Shades, jeans, accessories, the list goes on. In my case, it's bags. I've got a great passion for bags, don't ask. There's just something about arm candy that gets me more excited than normal. I'm also getting really into rings and necklaces now, heh.

Today, ugh. School, and it sucked, fyi. Then again, what's new right. School always sucks, i suppose it's the way this world is wired. The languages are screening movies, so that's an improvement. Infernal Affairs in Higher Chinese (combined classes with express chinese), practically everyone was literally swooning when Edison Chen came on. Mel and i were just exchanging are-you-thinking-what-i'm-thinking-seriously-how-pathetic-is-this looks. Firstly, i prefer Shawn Yue, secondly without mincing my words: get a life. I think Claire, Mel, Rachel and i were the only people not making such a big fuss. Come on, its Edison Chen. Don't see the big deal, period.

And there's a high possibility that Mel & i are probably the only people with a clear idea of the story, it's a real wonder how everyone actually understood above the sound of Shuyin's constant chatter at louder than normal volumes. English was Gone With The Wind, Mel makes an excellent movie partner, hahaha. We were just leaning back in our seats with our legs propped up and laughing at the ugly dresses in the show and how hilariously stupid we found Scarlett O'Hara.

Looks like everyone shares the same distaste for those Singapore Edition cds. The ones with the red merlion on the cover, i'm sure you know. In Mel's words: It's so degrading. In Char's words: It's just not the same. In my words: It feels like there's a substantial decrease in quality. I'd rather pay more for the original imported ones, their more real, if that makes sense? Haha yeah.

Chelsea vs Man U later, still contemplating whether to stay up or not. Everyone says it's going to be utterly meaningless, but their wrong. Chelsea are gonna strive to win, seeing as there's a desperate need to salvage some pride in an embarrassing situation like this one. Man U, on the other hand, are without pressure since the Premiership already belongs to them. This might work both ways, either they produce a tired old performance like the second leg CL semifinal against Milan or they go on a crazy scoring spree, which i have no desire to witness. But the worst possible score would be a draw, that would just be totally bore and drone, ugh.

So all the best to my favourite boys, i'm literally crossing my fingers and praying hard for a Blues victory. And for what it's worth, i'm mentally prepared for a Jose Mourinho sacking. It's quite imminent, if you look at it from a sensible point of view. But then it would be a great big hello to Jurgen Kilnsmann, ex-national coach of the Germany world cup team, an architect of attacking football, whose forte lies especially in transforming defensive play into attacking brilliance. And coaches have a knack for bringing in players of their nationalities, particularly ones that they've formerly worked with and provided good results. Hopefully we can see the glorious babyblues of Lukas Podolski and the artfully mussed platinum blonde crown of Bastian Schweinsteiger at Stamford Bridge relatively soon (: Whether or not Bayern Munich are willing to sell is a whole other story, and first, there's that Blues-Devils match to get through first. Chelsea need to save some serious face.

-Victoria

Labels: chelsea, football, ryan gosling, school, towning

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are we playing the blame game now? if that's the case, i'm laughing in your face

I'm really annoyed cos Blogger's being an absolute bitch to me, what's new right. Ughh. Anyhoo, happy thoughts!

For the first time in my life, i'm actually looking forward to Monday morning. Cos once we get through tomorrow, i can officially submit my soul to liberation. E-Math & Higher Chinese II, then hello towning, movies, shopping, spa dates, etc.

There's also June minus crappy supplementary classes to look forward to, Cairns! (: Hahaha, the family's dropping by one of the 7 wonders of the world, how ace is that. I've heard how unpredictably beautiful the Great Barrier Reef is, so can't wait.

(Blogger's being horrid!)

I'm currently sacrificing precious Grey's Anatomy time to blog, but there's really no point in watching right now, cos my guilty little conscience would be gnawing incessantly at the back of my head like a little buzzing fly, and i'd end up attributing my poor (touch wood!) E-Math grades to GA, really wouldn't want that. So, blog, bathe, mug, sleep, order not fixed.

(My pc's telling me that a virus came along, wth am i suppose to do now??)

Saturday was just crazy, lmao. Just thinking about the absolutely mental chain of events makes me smile. & Ming, you're a terrible paedophilic-psycho! No thanks for yelling at me on the phone, but i still love you muchly (: She made the queerest comment regarding Isaac. ISAAC, omg. But Krys, Ming & i all agree that ___ (cute-ass superstar-esque, much?) from Ms Michelle's class is oh-so-adorable. Not naming any names, but Ralph Lauren Polo stripes does look decidedly delectable on some (there, i've given the game away! :)

How'd i end up waking at 2.10pm still puzzles me. Given, i had a terribly late night. Plus, my borthers' great passion for late night wrestling entertainment & celebrity deathmatches was kinda disturbing (talk about violent, heh).

Back to Saturday, Belle called my house and asked for my Dad (cos the maid's simply inefficient like that), with strict instructions to wake me up and get me to the studio asap. When Daddy came in, he was all like, "Annabelle called, she said something about a drama performance. You're suppose to be there now."

Me (from under the warm comfy covers): "But drama starts at 2!"

Daddy: "It's 2.10 now."

Me: "WHAT?! OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

Daddy: (turns clock around to face me, clock face reads 2.10pm)

I shot out of bed and straight into the bathroom faster than a bullet, i kid you not. I must've broken the world showering record or something, needless to say, the cab ride there was peppered with phone calls from Belle telling me to hurry while i impatiently flipped-my-phone-open-snapped-it-shut over and over and over again.

Ming pronounced: Vic's not coming, let's just do it without her.
(Thanks for the vote of confidence, biotch)

And then i showed up at the door, and according to Belle, they just couldn't stall anymore. There's only so long Ms Gracey could ramble on about the dramatic talent of kiddies, apparently. Pshh, i can't believe something like that actually happened on the day of performance! And i missed all the other performances, especially Ms Michelle's class, which i thought was by far, actually good. Pity they had to go without shades on the actual day! The other quality one was Ms Ying's last class, superbly executed.

I heart Kettle Chips' Tuscan Three Cheese, it's the love.

Labels: drama, grey's anatomy, love, midyears

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karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths

So like, i friggin' screwed Physics. Now its half a day's worth of kicking back and just chilling, thank god. No more than one sentence per exam subject, i promise you.

Literature: wrote so much i was feeling aches all the way from my fingertips to my shoulder blade, kid you not.
Chemistry: hoping to pass by the skin of my teeth.
A-Math: surprisingly, i didn't feel in the least suicidal after the paper, must be a good sign, i hope.
Physics: pure torture, sort of like planning my own funeral.
History: ugh, i should've focused more of my energies on this instead of kinematics, dynamics & energy.
Higher Chinese one: i think i got by alright.

One moment please: PHYSICS WAS A BLOODYFUCKING KILLERRRRRRR.

Argh, i'm over it. Attempting to get over it, more like. But whatever, this post is probably gonna come across as awfully mindless cos i'm too brain-dead from this morning's double whammy to string intelligent sentences together.

And my Champions League prediction didn't come true, hahaha. I'm still terribly sad over Chelsea's departure, but hey, it's not like the Devils've got a plane booked for Athens too right. I hope AC Milan work their brilliant magic and avenge my boys' shameful defeat. Again, Liverpool can go eat dust. Gonzalez baby, that means you too (:

I still can't believe Chelsea lost. To Liverpool. In penalties. With Ballack. In penalties. Ballack! The dude who shot absolution against Argentina in the World Cup. Lost. In penalties. To Liverpool. Many many points down on the League table. Ahh fuck, does this make sense to you?

Cold Storage is stupid, they didn't have my B&J cookie dough ice-cream. What losers, imagine not selling cookie dough. Pshh, i had to settle for my usual yoggi&dark choc gelato. Ugh, second best sucks sometimes. Oh, and i saw this pretty pretty dress at Topshop, pity bout the colour!

Okay, done rambling. I shall revert back to being a coherent intellectual after the midyears let out. Then it's party time (:

Shuyin called me with the most interesting little piece of information on Wednesday evening.

Labels: champions league, football, midyears

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caught beneath the landslide

I am so pissed right now, in the anger sense. So. Fucking. Pissed. Off. Ugh.

I'm really surprised at how things have changed so quickly, but it doesn't bother me cos the midyears are here and everyone's just focusing their energies on that. Drama was crazy just now, i almost exploded mid-performance. I managed to limit my impromptu outburst to something like, five sentences, but Ms Evelyn knew i was gonna blow my top quite soon.

Ohmygosh, you have no idea how much i'm looking forward to June and after-exams. There's tons of stuff planned and Mummy already booked the spa+facial appointment, so i'm psyched. And without forgetting, Georgienne's tres fabulous birthday party that's becoming sort of an annual tradition for "regulars" like Belle and me.

Friday routine with Charmaine yesterday, i feel like i really deserved it. There hasn't even been time to breathe properly, what with all the hectic tuitioning and remedials and whatnot. So sit-down-and-talk-time at Venezia with my cup of yoggi&strawberry cheesecake gelato was much needed. And i'm really glad that i found someone else who doesn't get bored browsing books, music and movies for hours with me, hard candy! (: We both agree that Steven Strait is the absolute sexxx (:

Haven't played tennis since last week, and i cancelled on my coach today. Just call me a lazy slob, why don't you. Thank heavens my combination puts me in this amazingly lucky category of people: I don't have to see the miserable walls of my bloody school till Wednesday, when doom awaits in the form of Higher Chinese paper one and A-Math, i think.

Ahh fuck, okay off to mug now.

Vic xo

P.S I stepped on a snail by accident yesterday, there was this huge crunch sound, and i lifted my foot up and just tried not to scream. Thinking about is sending chills all over. Ugh, i'm a murderer?!

P.P.S HERLENEFOO, i can't wait for my Nerds Rope yeah (:

Labels: drama, friday, midyears

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Hello, hello (:

Bid farewell to English & Social Studies, sweet things. English was a nice paper, did TRAVEL instead of the celeb question, contrary to what everyone thinks. I'm not that predictable, dears. Social was nuts, no comment.

So like, 2 down, and about a million more to go. Okay, i'm bullshitting. But i've got a jam-packed week ahead. Tuition X999 billiontrilliongazillion, however far infinity reaches. Charmaine thinks i'm psycho, but hey, she's not the first (:

I'm like some crazy addict going cold turkey or something, there's this absolutely mental craving for Grey's Anatomy inside of me, and its worst than my desire for yoggi gelato from Venezia during those bore and drone A-Math lessons watching the clock tick in the sticky heat of those typical sweltering afternoons our darling country is so well-known for. Ugh.

AND-BY-THE-WAY
The first leg of Champions League semis are played, i'm crossing my fingers for a Milan-Chelsea final, but somehow i just know that it's gonna be another ManU-Chelsea race. Like, hello. We're all getting so bored of the Devils against my boys, so Milan better kick some serious Manchester ass in the second leg. And Liverpool can go eat dust, i don't give a rat's squiggly little arse how inspirational Gerrard is. Though i have to say, Mark Gonzalez does turn the heat up a few notches, heh.

Lastly,

TAG REPLIES (it goes very far back)

Charmaine: Duhh, cos i'm sure it looked so damn juicy and intersting right! Hahaha, she's layed off me now, kinda (:

Sharan: HELLO SHA! Cristiano is an idiot for stealing Drogba's award, but I LOVE YOU.

Suelin: LMAO, i'll let you touch/sniff/lick/whatever it the next time i see you alright! HAHAHA Pete Wentz is the sex (:

Eunice: Guess so.

Herlene: Thankyou babe, you're the bestest. KitKat Cafe Au Lait is LOVE (: thanks for the posh notebook, honey

Elaina: Oh yes i do, and Chem is GAYSHIT, roflmao!

Linette: Sure thing, babe. And nice balloon-biting at my partyyy (:

Gienne: Hello dear! HAHAHA I TOLD YA SO! thats why you were suppose to write it down, LOVE.

Sharan: Thanks, darling. You should've came (:

Nessar: Will do, thanks (:

Charmaine: Ohmygod, it's absolute coolness. There's like, fob tarot cards inside (: and thanks, LOVE.

Elaina: Thankyou, oh i dunno, return half? Haha, but i'm keeping the notebooks don't worry.

Linette: THANKYOU, babe. And all the oh-so-fabulous photos are with youyouyou!

Suelin: Haha go ahead, i'm not too affected. Thanks!

Herlene: One of a kind, i can always, ALWAYS count on you to source out the rarest things huh. I DO LOVE YOU, stay that way yeah (:

Mel: The weekend was too crazy, hahaha. Cut school cos the after-effects did too much damage to my head, lmao (:

Claire: Perfect, next thing i know, you'll be prancing around at the golf club (which you already do) whacking balls at spastic girls with cute-assed dates!

Elaina: You've seen it already, haven't you!

Jolene: Thanks, and you're missed by me, gig partner (:

Charmaine: I'm glad we're both over that (:

Nicole: Hello (: which nic are you?

Mel: It's technically not possible, but what the hell! We still have three games to go, so prepare to eat dust (:

Nikki: Hahaha, and we have! Love ya darling.

Charmaine: It kinda is? Hahaha, i don't really know!

Mel: Cheers to those retards, at least they provided some entertainment!

Shooo: Aww, glad we agree with each other. AHEM, doesn't someone go by MRS WALCOTT noww? P.S. I'm not into any footballers, just very hot doctors. HAHAHA, you're the love babe, stay insane.

Charmaine: And our Fracture date with Ryan Gosling! A definite yes to the marathon, WHAT HAPPEND TO THE SWING FRIDAY? We agreed to since nationals!

Okay, off to bathe. Mr JL scolded us today, it sucked. Like, if Ms CSH scolded us cos we didn't give too shits bout Chem, i wouldn't give three shits bout it. But scolded! In LITERATURE class! Arrgh. Well, whatever. I'm gonna do the unseen before crashing out. I have to, cos the scolding really hit a nerve.

And the bright side is: TOMORROW'S FRIDAY!

Truckloads of sweet candy-assed love,
VICTORIA

Labels: football, grey's anatomy, tag replies, tuition

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every action in this world will bear a consequence

It's the eve of English midyears. Grey's Anatomy is the love, i'm completely hooked. Alex Karev is the ideal badboy-hotshot. Ugh, attractive doctors are the new sex.

GEORGE: "Why is he suturing his own face?"
CRISTINA: "To turn me on..."
ALEX: "Because he's Mark Sloan. The guy is like the go-to plastic surgeon on the east coast."
GEORGE: "That’s the guy Addison was sleeping with."
IZZIE: "Can you really blame her?"
CRISTINA: "No, not really."
GEORGE: "Yes, you can."
MEREDITH: "Well McSexy wants an X-ray to check for fractures and I think it’s a bad idea if I go with him."
GEORGE: "Why?"
ALEX: "I'm on it."
GEORGE: "Why is that a bad idea?"
CRISTINA: "McSexy?"
MEREDITH: "That's not right."
IZZIE: "McYummy?"
CRISTINA: "Mmm... no."
MEREDITH: "McSteamy."
CRISTINA: "There it is!"
IZZIE: "Yup."
GEORGE: "Allow me to choke back some McVomit."

LMAO, i'm so getting my hands on the dvds come the end of midyears. Meanwhile, i'm so indignant that Chelsea bloody drew with Newcastle. They had fucking prime opportunity to narrow the freakin' gap to one point, but noooo, they had to screw up against the stupid Magpies. Argh, this pathetic draw is costly. It could mean all the difference for those Quadruple dreams. Pshh.

We're screwed for Chem, ugh.

Labels: alex karev, grey's anatomy

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