<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:31:43.282-07:00</updated><category term='pete wentz'/><category term='march hols'/><category term='friday'/><category term='i need to study'/><category term='drama'/><category term='chelsea'/><category term='towning'/><category term='alex karev'/><category term='champions league'/><category term='midyears'/><category term='tag replies'/><category term='deep shit'/><category term='those days'/><category term='april fool&apos;s'/><category term='shit'/><category term='&apos;06 nostalgia'/><category term='apple gummy rings'/><category term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-3971688029823799855</id><published>2007-06-11T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:32:11.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;taking off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hey friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm terribly sorry to be uprooting in the middle of the year, but it was a mood thing, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the new link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://prettyfrequency.blogspot.com"&gt;http://prettyfrequency.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Love all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-3971688029823799855?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/3971688029823799855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=3971688029823799855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/3971688029823799855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/3971688029823799855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/06/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-6455996158884126297</id><published>2007-05-09T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:07:42.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='towning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan gosling'/><title type='text'>chelsea, klinsmann&amp;town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tangled up in our embrace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger still refuses to revert back to normal, nothing i can do bout that, so fuckkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, tuition with Belle, Sulynn &amp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a high possibility that Mel &amp;amp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Victoria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-6455996158884126297?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/6455996158884126297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=6455996158884126297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/6455996158884126297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/6455996158884126297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/05/chelsea-klinsmann.html' title='chelsea, klinsmann&amp;town'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-5329025981626608033</id><published>2007-05-06T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:08:20.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midyears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>two more to temporary freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;are we playing the blame game now? if that's the case, i'm laughing in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really annoyed cos Blogger's being an absolute bitch to me, what's new right. Ughh. Anyhoo, happy thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp; Higher Chinese II, then hello towning, movies, shopping, spa dates, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Blogger's being horrid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My pc's telling me that a virus came along, wth am i suppose to do now??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was just crazy, lmao. Just thinking about the absolutely mental chain of events makes me smile. &amp;amp; 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 &amp; 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! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; celebrity deathmatches was kinda disturbing (talk about violent, heh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (from under the warm comfy covers): "But drama starts at 2!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "It's 2.10 now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "WHAT?! OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: (turns clock around to face me, clock face reads 2.10pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming pronounced: Vic's not coming, let's just do it without her.&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks for the vote of confidence, biotch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Kettle Chips' Tuscan Three Cheese, it's the love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-5329025981626608033?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/5329025981626608033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=5329025981626608033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/5329025981626608033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/5329025981626608033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-we-playing-blame-game-now-if-thats.html' title='two more to temporary freedom'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-3323927899850852036</id><published>2007-05-04T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:28:24.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='champions league'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midyears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>almost done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature: wrote so much i was feeling aches all the way from my fingertips to my shoulder blade, kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: hoping to pass by the skin of my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;A-Math: surprisingly, i didn't feel in the least suicidal after the paper, must be a good sign, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;Physics: pure torture, sort of like planning my own funeral.&lt;br /&gt;History: ugh, i should've focused more of my energies on this instead of kinematics, dynamics &amp; energy.&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese one: i think i got by alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment please: &lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS WAS A BLOODYFUCKING KILLERRRRRRR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Storage is stupid, they didn't have my B&amp;J cookie dough ice-cream. What losers, imagine not selling cookie dough. Pshh, i had to settle for my usual yoggi&amp;amp;dark choc gelato. Ugh, second best sucks sometimes. Oh, and i saw this pretty pretty dress at Topshop, pity bout the colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done rambling. I shall revert back to being a coherent intellectual after the midyears let out. Then it's party time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuyin called me with the most interesting little piece of information on Wednesday evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-3323927899850852036?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/3323927899850852036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=3323927899850852036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/3323927899850852036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/3323927899850852036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/05/almost-done.html' title='almost done'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-1481929779363138169</id><published>2007-04-28T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:46:51.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midyears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>usual friday routine &amp; midyear-rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;caught beneath the landslide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am so pissed right now, in the anger sense. So. Fucking. Pissed. Off. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;that. &lt;/em&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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&amp;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 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahh fuck, okay off to mug now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vic xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.P.S HERLENEFOO, i can't wait for my Nerds Rope yeah (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-1481929779363138169?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/1481929779363138169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=1481929779363138169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/1481929779363138169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/1481929779363138169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/usual-friday-routine-midyear-rants.html' title='usual friday routine &amp; midyear-rants'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-8466507283609943019</id><published>2007-04-26T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T06:55:28.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag replies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuition'/><title type='text'>two down &amp; tag replies</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid farewell to English &amp; Social Studies, sweet things. English was a nice paper, did TRAVEL instead of the celeb question, contrary to what everyone thinks. I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; predictable, dears. Social was nuts, no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND-BY-THE-WAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;TAG REPLIES (it goes very far back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Charmaine: Duhh, cos i'm sure it looked so damn juicy and intersting right! Hahaha, she's layed off me now, kinda (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sharan: HELLO SHA! Cristiano is an idiot for stealing Drogba's award, but I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suelin: LMAO, i'll let you touch/sniff/lick/whatever it the next time i see you alright! HAHAHA Pete Wentz is the sex (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eunice: Guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Herlene: Thankyou babe, you're the bestest. KitKat Cafe Au Lait is LOVE (: thanks for the posh notebook, honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Elaina: Oh yes i do, and Chem is GAYSHIT, roflmao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Linette: Sure thing, babe. And nice balloon-biting at my partyyy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gienne: Hello dear! HAHAHA I TOLD YA SO! thats why you were suppose to write it down, LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sharan: Thanks, darling. You should've came (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nessar: Will do, thanks (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Charmaine: Ohmygod, it's absolute coolness. There's like, fob tarot cards inside (: and thanks, LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Elaina: Thankyou, oh i dunno, return half? Haha, but i'm keeping the notebooks don't worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Linette: THANKYOU, babe. And all the oh-so-fabulous photos are with youyouyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suelin: Haha go ahead, i'm not too affected. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mel: The weekend was too crazy, hahaha. Cut school cos the after-effects did too much damage to my head, lmao (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Elaina: You've seen it already, haven't you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jolene: Thanks, and you're missed by me, gig partner (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Charmaine: I'm glad we're both over that (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nicole: Hello (: which nic are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mel: It's technically not possible, but what the hell! We still have three games to go, so prepare to eat dust (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nikki: Hahaha, and we have! Love ya darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Charmaine: It kinda is? Hahaha, i don't really know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mel: Cheers to those retards, at least they provided some entertainment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the bright side is: TOMORROW'S FRIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Truckloads of sweet candy-assed love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;VICTORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-8466507283609943019?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/8466507283609943019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=8466507283609943019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/8466507283609943019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/8466507283609943019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-down-tag-replies.html' title='two down &amp; tag replies'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-8375428381292517569</id><published>2007-04-23T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T04:58:18.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex karev'/><title type='text'>grey's anatomy is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;every action in this world will bear a consequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: "Why is he suturing his own face?"&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "To turn me on..."&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: "Because he's Mark Sloan. The guy is like the go-to plastic surgeon on the east coast."&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: "That’s the guy Addison was sleeping with."&lt;br /&gt;IZZIE: "Can you really blame her?"&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "No, not really."&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: "Yes, you can."&lt;br /&gt;MEREDITH: "Well McSexy wants an X-ray to check for fractures and I think it’s a bad idea if I go with him."&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: "I'm on it."&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: "Why is that a bad idea?"&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "McSexy?"&lt;br /&gt;MEREDITH: "That's not right."&lt;br /&gt;IZZIE: "McYummy?"&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "Mmm... no."&lt;br /&gt;MEREDITH: "McSteamy."&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "There it is!"&lt;br /&gt;IZZIE: "Yup."&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: "Allow me to choke back some McVomit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're screwed for Chem, ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-8375428381292517569?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/8375428381292517569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=8375428381292517569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/8375428381292517569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/8375428381292517569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/greys-anatomy-is-love.html' title='grey&apos;s anatomy is love'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-2981932847140148253</id><published>2007-04-21T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:54:02.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>right here, right now</title><content type='html'>Horrid week for me and my head. Literally. Rare occasionm i'm on the pc. Things are getting ridiculously out of hand, guess you can't have it all at once. Midyears are round the corner, and mugging's a necessity. I need to start soon, seriously. Physics is the new nightmare. Oh, and since i've resolved to work hard (no raised eyebrows or eye-rolling, thankyouverymuch), i've named my Physics file "Paul". Lmao, really! Yes, i've probably hit mental, but i figured since i'd be working with it on a close basis from now on, might as well personify it. Paul the Physics file is my NBF. See, i pay attention in Lit class (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fly, be back soon. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-2981932847140148253?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/2981932847140148253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=2981932847140148253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2981932847140148253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2981932847140148253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/right-here-right-now.html' title='right here, right now'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-2044132838666681642</id><published>2007-04-16T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:53:16.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chem saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;06 nostalgia'/><title type='text'>'06 nostalgia &amp; the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;why don't you just drop dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but for some weird reason or other, i'm feeling kinda '06 nostalgic. Like, i was just sitting in last period Math today and wishing that it was Mdm Chia squawking about isotopes instead of Mdm Raudah droning about indices. Oh yeah, and that i was sitting all the way back playing taitee with Kareena, Rachel, and Huixin while debating over mundane football things like whether Fabregas is hotter than Torres or Pirlo is better than Ballack. Torres &amp; Ballack all the way, if you must ask. Although Andrea Pirlo modeled Dolce underwear, i'm digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was good. Slept in on Saturday morning, than drama, where we had one of our best improvs to date. Though the airplane one is a classic (: It was raining when we were done with class so couldn't walk to Parkway. Belle, Krys and i ended up going into the woodshop where i saw this quaint little cabinet thing which i absolutely loved, and Belle bought this obnoxious mini-drum thing which very much resembeled the croaking of frogs and costed like, 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain stopped, met Salimah &amp; Ain at Swensens, sat awhile. Stopped by Dorothy Perkins to exchange one of the black bags (thanks for the receipt, Shoo), got this pretty necklace instead. I love, love, love it, despite what Mel said much later on. (MELLL, omg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cab'd down to pick Elaina, Mel &amp; Nuzul up, and headed over to my place for "Chem project meeting" aka hanging out. Gosh, why does everyone who comes over to my place always end up hanging out?? Heh, we worked on the moves a little, and the three of them proceeded to pinch my shades (: Lmao, ended up playing chess, asking questions for the tarot cards to answer, burning scented candles, lying around my bed, and eating an inordinate amount of chips. But hey, that's what girls do (: Mel, we'll settle our score tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Mel &amp; Elaina down to the clubhouse rooftop, and we had a hilarious conversation. Wth, i bring all my friends up there when they come over cos its simply gorgeous at night with the lights and the pool and the sky. Ohyeah, Elaina and i agreed to blog about it, so here. You know how you always get some really annoying uh, &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt;, who like, texts you 24/7 and asks stuff like "What are you doing now?". Then when you don't reply, they go "Why are you ignoring me?" And if you get so annoyed you continue to ignore, the next text you usually get is "Are you angry with me?", which is quite infuriating as it is, when the next one announces its arrival with a "Please don't be angry with me. I'm sorry i pissed you off. Are you okay?" That usually makes me hurl my phone at the wall, but i normally just roll my eyes and delete the irritaing rubbish in my inbox. If the above isn't enough, the last one would read "I'm really sorry, don't be pissed. I'll treat you something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now haven't we all gone through that at some point in time? Gosh, note to&lt;em&gt; persons &lt;/em&gt;who put such ways into regular practice, grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Elaina, happy? *cough*CP!*cough* LMAO, Mel (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, the usual. Daddy took the family to Hillcrest, had dinner at the Greenwood Fishmarket Bistro. It was mind-blowingly delicious, i felt so happy afterwards. Seafood majorly rules, especially oysters/crabs/mussels/grilled black cod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&amp;Light&lt;br /&gt;-Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Char, i'm really glad we talked today. Friday's nonsense is so over, babe. Hearts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the latest dictionary and today's who's who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'll get you anything with that evil smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-2044132838666681642?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/2044132838666681642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=2044132838666681642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2044132838666681642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2044132838666681642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/06-nostalgia-weekend.html' title='&apos;06 nostalgia &amp; the weekend'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-9134942659623331712</id><published>2007-04-13T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:11:41.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de rossi = hotstuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>and now what</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;take a big whiff, 'cause i smell trouble in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The week's been mediocre, nothing particularly amazing's happened of late. Everything's just been really subdued. I keep getting the feeling that people are trying to suppress something, rather than let all their emotions out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ceratin matters that i would never have doubted in the past are actually making me think twice now, and that's just terribly odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was sick on Monday, got to miss school and it's revolting line-up of torture periods. Skipped training on Wednesday, i think my tutor is going nuts, seriously. Thursday was retarded. Broc and i got pulled to stand during assembly for talking, what the hell. Ms ST gave us a talking-to after the cohort was dismissed, she's super hilarious. Canceled tennis with my coach tomorrow morning, despite getting an excellent court &amp; time. The chest and nasal congestion really isn't helping, believe me. Haha, i've got the super-low-sort-of-raspy-sore-throat-voice though, so i don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cut the Twilight qeue, Mel passed me the book after recess. Pleasurable read, however there were certain parts i found quite drag and repititive. Finished it somewhere around 6plus, got home at 3.&lt;/span&gt; Didn't i tell you, Mel! Oh, &lt;em&gt;Infinty X2&lt;/em&gt; *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the ManU-AS Roma replay the other night. I think maybe the Champions League isn't as clean as the FA make it out to be. Roma is top in the Serie A, so it makes absolutely no sense for them to take such a huge trashing with a pathetic one-goal response. Completely forgot how hot Daniele De Rossi was, gosh i love him. And maybe the telecast shouldn't be called &lt;em&gt;Champions League Quarterfinal: Manchester United vs AS Roma, &lt;/em&gt;"The Cristiano Ronaldo Show" would've been a more apt title, considering the countless times the camera was trained on him. Ugh. Anyways, Daddy and i tihnk the match was fixed. I bet Man U paid Roma off so they could get the Treble or whatever this season. It's too perfect to believe, and there i thought football was the one thing left that wasn't tainted. Alan Smith's awfully cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, i haven't played tennis in half a million years. Chem group meeting tmr, lmao. Lets see what happens then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Vic xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY THE 13TH; what can you say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-9134942659623331712?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/9134942659623331712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=9134942659623331712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/9134942659623331712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/9134942659623331712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-now-what.html' title='and now what'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-2489768605666818954</id><published>2007-04-10T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T02:53:43.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need to study'/><title type='text'>studying's a must, dammit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;and so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Note to self: STUDY, VIC. STUDY, DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today alright, i guess. Actually felt quite lousy going to school, but it turned out fine. Had a few talks with several people, pretty good ones i might add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Huixin stopped me from explaining to her what dry-humping meant. Lmao, Fat was dry-humping Rachel right smack in the middle of the linkway. And Shuyin was hilarious, but more on that another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That disney princess helium balloon of mine is still bobbing about the ceiling of my room in lonesome fashion. I'd make a wish and release it into the heavens, but then i kinda love it too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My dog needs to pee. Damn, i really should hit the books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S Herlene Foo rocked my day (: Thanks for the present and the SPECIAL KitKat. Cafe Latte = LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.P.S Thanks to Nic Ong, Hweeting, and SuLynn for the birthday presents. Hearts&amp;amp;hugs, lovelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-2489768605666818954?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/2489768605666818954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=2489768605666818954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2489768605666818954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2489768605666818954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/studyings-must-dammit.html' title='studying&apos;s a must, dammit'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-734741302254283051</id><published>2007-04-08T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:22:55.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday'/><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And it's like, Easter Sunday too. Happy birthday to me, and happy easter to everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Last night was a majorly huge helluva gigantor BLAST. Thank you all that were a part of it. The period queens, sucks you couldn't get into the pool, but i do love you so it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm really glad i went through with that little party of mine, cos i had the best time ever, with some of my favourite people in the whole wide world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Check out the most hilarious thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050914742762536450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xRbm_x7Eigg/Rhh0Mpkk_gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R4FWrU6gZRQ/s320/08-04-07_0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050916297540697618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xRbm_x7Eigg/Rhh1nJkk_hI/AAAAAAAAABY/nmOYcCkN85Q/s320/08-04-07_0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050916495109193250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xRbm_x7Eigg/Rhh1ypkk_iI/AAAAAAAAABg/us3r1E0nGvM/s320/08-04-07_0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wishlists work, just a little too well. Roflmao. But i love you all nevertheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the really hot photos are with Linette &amp; Weihui. So i'll post bout the party when they send it to me. And i got thrown into the pool, no surprises there. But so did everybody else! Hahaha the evil Rachel Wong is perfect-push-people-into-the-pool-partner-in-crime material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helium balloons are LOVE. I'm obsessed with how pretty they are. Even the woman in the lift said so! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050919188053687890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xRbm_x7Eigg/Rhh4PZkk_lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wOHQAKwJOjw/s320/08-04-07_0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050919338377543266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xRbm_x7Eigg/Rhh4YJkk_mI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZSTNLFENgWo/s320/08-04-07_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050919965442768498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xRbm_x7Eigg/Rhh48pkk_nI/AAAAAAAAACI/QBI8CNpejTQ/s320/08-04-07_0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharlyn, Weihui &amp; Broc are such lovely people. They heard me complaining to the balloon lady that the helium balloons weren't big enough. Big helium balloons = ohsopretty! So they bought me this! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp;hell yeah, i'm the &lt;s&gt;motherfuckin'&lt;/s&gt; princess (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To everyone that sent me texts bearing birthday wishes, THANKYOU X8492 but my darling pink razr is being a bitch to me. But i'll try my best to text back thankyous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TRUCKLOADS OF LOVE TODAY (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ♥ YOU AND YOU KNOW IT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ♥ ME TOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S Herlene, does it involve a caterpillar long qeue at raffles city and delicious aromas? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-734741302254283051?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/734741302254283051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=734741302254283051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/734741302254283051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/734741302254283051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-birthday.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xRbm_x7Eigg/Rhh0Mpkk_gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R4FWrU6gZRQ/s72-c/08-04-07_0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-1009677754560481088</id><published>2007-04-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:26:53.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag replies'/><title type='text'>tag replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;tag replies (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cos if i did it on the tagboard, it'd be all me. Right, so this goes wayyy back into ancient history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edna: Heh, i'm really sure what to say. But yes, it does seem quite unimaginable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deannie: Haha alright, surrre! you're totally welcome to come see my dog, its CHAKO, you moron (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eunice: Well that's a good thing isn't it. Better not to have too many enemies, love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shooo: Lmao, well my dog's fur is growing out now, so i think he needs to visit the groomer's again! Ohyes, season one was awfully addictive. I was on Team LC, just for the record. Kristin's sucha bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Debs: Haha love you too, and thats nice to know (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yanjun: Hello right back! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Comint: Same here, and omg i miss you loads (: thanks for listening yeah, LOVE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RachelWong: HELLO YOU (: my chelsea's gonna keep the silverware this season, i don't care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shooo: then i suppose i fall into that illiterate category too? rofl (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deannie: Stop being such an obnoxious moron! (: i'm not entertaining your different vriations of V-I-C any longer hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vada: I SAY FLY. its such an oh-so-fly word! thanks, but thats this coming sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deannie: Omg, you're so obnoxious! What's with the peasant thing??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nikki: are you serious?! hahaha i don't believe you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nicole: Haha okay nic, MUCH LOVE TO YOU TOO. how bout that! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vada: done! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pron: and double done! (: aye, my gold baggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vada: Cos you're oh-so-eccentric, that's why. Urrggh, crustyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deannie: The Vic dislikes celery, but thank you very much. The thought was sincerely appreciated. ROFLMAO, this is so obnoxious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eunice: So that you guys have numerous options and choices! Hahaha, no pressure okay. I LOVE YOU BABE. what happened to our special order? lmao ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;yay, i'm finished here. XO, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-1009677754560481088?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/1009677754560481088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=1009677754560481088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/1009677754560481088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/1009677754560481088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/tag-replies.html' title='tag replies'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-4028966663263378200</id><published>2007-04-04T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:07:33.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>hellogoodbye, i'm so tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mark the places in my book with photographs we never took&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, training today sucked. But i had Vada, Linette, DeborahWong and Pron, so i suppose it turned out fine. Except for the tail end where i had a coughing fit after the 3rd set of suicides (yes okay, i'm so terribly unfit now its disgusting), and then i thought i was gonna keel over or something cos i felt like puking so, so badly. Yeah, and CoachQ found it supremely hilarious. Wth? Poor Va, she collided with DebW during suicides and her retro-cute specs are smashed. As if someone aimed a bullet at her eye, that cobweb-ish crack line pattern. Heh, when we just arrived, Coach Arik accused me of watching tennis competitions for the boybabes (he loaned me his french open disc, you see). But i gotta admit, Verdasco looked absolutely smokin' in that French Open match against Gonzalez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition yesterday night, and i had to make five mad dashes to the toilet cos of the whole retching thing. Stress-induced regurgitation, if i'm not wrong. Lmao, how pompous does that sound. Char's right, the non-counted math test today was awfully demoralising. And i really really didn't wanna wake up cos i was so tired. Physics was shite, got a talking-to from Ms T after. Hahaha i saw Char all the way on the other side of the classroom block watching Ms T and i like we were this juicy part of a new chick flick or something. Then Ms T realised i wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying, so she used a stricter tone and more cutting words. Fuckkk, i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE WORLD IS SINGING CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD, OMFGWTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes, annoying (nudge-nudge Vada&amp;amp;DebW!) but highly addictive, I heard Elaina singing it before the Math test, and it was stuck in my head while i was attacking the indices question, and the stupid song refused to bugger off! Bloody hell. Someone needs to teach me partial fractions again, i seem to have forgotten every single bit of it. And there was a history mock test, which was truly shite too cos she wrote ONE QUESTION on the board, and i spent the entire 45minutes on THAT ONE QUESTION, when in fact, we were suppose to tackle 4 essay questions on Stalin the douchebag and his collective farms and lame-ass five year plans. The best part is, the freakin' mock test determines whether or not we'll be put down for remedial or not. Ohmygod, as if i don't already have enough of that nonsense. I might as well just bring my bed to school and sleep in the dirty classroom if thats the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i don't wanna go to school tmr. I feel horribly tired. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;where we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we drive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like where we are.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause our lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And our cheeks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our lips can touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, you are the one, the one that lies close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whisper's "Hello, I miss you quite terribly"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;where you sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you sleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;where you sleep... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And our cheeks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our lips can touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, you are the one, the one that lies close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whisper's "Hello, I miss you quite terribly"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can touch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are the one the one that lies close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whisper's "Hello, I miss you quite terribly"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here in your arms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-4028966663263378200?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/4028966663263378200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=4028966663263378200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/4028966663263378200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/4028966663263378200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/hellogoodbye-im-so-tired.html' title='hellogoodbye, i&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-4182846811357114160</id><published>2007-04-03T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:00:49.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday wishlist'/><title type='text'>the wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;THE WISHLIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;well you asked for it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you start reading on, let me rant a little. Oh, and i'm no longer entertaining what-would-you-like questions after this goes up cos i feel shy (LMAO) asking people for stuff. The parentals are the only exception, i whine and bitch and snipe in this terribly unabashed manner, and if i've got enough persistence to keep the act going more than 72hours, i more often than not get what i want. So, yay. But yes, to you, cos you're reading this: much love and no pressure (:&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised that i can't list clothes cos i won't know if i look nice in them or not. Pshh, except maybe for basics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;White iPod (hopefully the parentals have got this covered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Silver heart&amp;crosses necklace from Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Topshop basic tunic (white)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dorothy Perkins black braided strap bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Diva gold skull&amp;amp;tusk necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nike ankle socks (with the pompoms behind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shu Uemera eyelash curlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cool-ass pencilcase, no surf brands please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Topshop faded matte-gold bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bright red havaianas kitten heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nickelback-All The Right Reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;30 Seconds To Mars-A Beautiful Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Muse-Black Holes &amp; Revelations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fall Out Boy-Infinity On High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Breaking Benjamin-Phobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;The OC Mixes (except the last one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Errr...The Best Damn Thing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;The Truth About Diamonds by Nicole Richie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Gossip Girl #11: Don't Forget About Me by Cecily von Ziegesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;The It-Girl by Cecily von Ziegesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Notorious by Cecily von Ziegesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Reckless by Cecily von Ziegesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bling Addiction (mtv books)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;A Beautiful Disaster (mtv books)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Guitar Girl by Sarra Manning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;What i would truly, really like is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;-one of those dead cool notebooks from Paper People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;-the POSH houndstooth cover notebook from that shop in Raffles City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;-the notebook with the posh girl wearing oversized shades and an LBD, also from the RC basement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;-a 2007 Christoper Vine diary/organizer, preferably the high heels or black/red bustier design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;-one of those miniature mannequin thingys wearing gorgeous clothes that can hold jewelry (go visit &lt;a href="http://www.alldressforms.com/all-deluxe-jewelry-stands-holders-displays-jewel-organizers.html"&gt;http://www.alldressforms.com/all-deluxe-jewelry-stands-holders-displays-jewel-organizers.html&lt;/a&gt; to get an idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anything you see that's oh-so-very me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A last word, and i mean this, no pressure. I only made the list to give those who wanna get me a present an idea. It's the thought that counts, isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, Victoria is off to take a bath and get some shut-eye before tuition tonight. Adieu (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S Herlene, i'm going off chocolate for awhile. Let's see how long i can resist the temptation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-4182846811357114160?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/4182846811357114160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=4182846811357114160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/4182846811357114160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/4182846811357114160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/wishlist.html' title='the wishlist'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-840706682748225001</id><published>2007-04-02T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T06:27:36.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese oral'/><title type='text'>mondays suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know it sounds so old, but cupid got me in a chokehold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was another one of those tempestuous days, goshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was being all naggy and shit-annoying cos i informed her bout chinese oral only this morning, and that kinda set the tone for the rest of the day. And Meryl didn't come to school, or else i wouldn't've been subjected to all that crap in the car. Pshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually paid attention during higher chinese today, believe it or not. PE was softball and since i don't understand it at all, i was completely clueless as to what was going on the entire time. Grouped with Mel and Claire, thankgod had a softballer and a bimbotic nutter with me. Otherwise i'd have spent PE bitching bout Kong and how hot the bloody weather was. Love those two people to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to finish writing all my birthday invites, but the majority went out to people today. Couldn't find some of you, so you'll be getting tomorrow. Went to Georgienne's after school to prep for oral a little with her aunty aka my tutor, and she was whining like a child cos she hadn't gotten her invite, lmao. PGLSY, didn't i tell you i was saving the best for last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral sucked big time. Like, it sucked so majorly. Oral sucked Stalin balls, ohmygod (HAHA Vada, you can keep Hitler). I'm not even gonna go there. TanKK totally ruined it for me, i'd composed myself into a state of almost-zen-like calm, then she came along and made me wait outside MdmAC's class. Like, WHAT THE FUCK. I started freaking out like bloody shit, and the lovely Weihui was telling me to relax so many times. Okay, i'll stop here. Don't wanna think about it. But it was so awful i started tearing as soon as i stepped out of the classroom, and then i met Nic Ong at the central stairs, and we just sat at the void deck for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Deannie proclaimed in the waiting room that if i didn't give her an invitation card to my birthday, she would've thrown the most obnoxious bitchfit in the history obnoxious bitchfits. Gosh, she's so obnoxious! Roflmao, and she kept saying i was so obnoxious. Crazy psycho. Sharlyn Wong, don't take it personally (: you would've chucked it if i gave one to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah,  this is why i absolutely love RachelWong sometimes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll try to be as fast as possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR YOU la okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠VC-let's conspire to reignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE I'M WORTH IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UH HUH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andanddd here's more! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠VC-let's conspire to reignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no offense!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;none taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠VC-let's conspire to reignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay i feel meaner than you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠VC-let's conspire to reignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;havent you always been mean? (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M A NICE NICE PERSON OKAYYYYYYY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠VC-let's conspire to reignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMAO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠VC-let's conspire to reignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm SURE, dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROFL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬ rachel &amp;amp;i think you're blind. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i SENSED the sarcasm just so you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, i really miss talking nonsense with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, A-Math test tmr (though its not counted) but i'm still gonna try and study. Emphasis on try. More invites coming too, and i ran out of invitation cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;I paid attention during Chinese today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: &lt;em&gt;Stop, rewind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;I paid attention during Chinese today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: &lt;em&gt;Are you okay? Something must be terribly wrong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(slightly later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: &lt;em&gt;I don't think i want to continue tennis in jc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Then what d'you intend to do, dance?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: &lt;em&gt;No way, i wanna do track.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Wait, say that again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: (very slowly) &lt;em&gt;I plan to do track in jc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;What's wrong with you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called CHAR THE &lt;em&gt;MEDAL ADDICT&lt;/em&gt; just now, and i still haven't found a "solution" to the not-really "problem". Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO,&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S WEIHUI DEAR, I LOVE YOU &lt;em&gt;OHSOMUCHLY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-840706682748225001?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/840706682748225001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=840706682748225001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/840706682748225001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/840706682748225001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/mondays-suck.html' title='mondays suck'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-6588599049532174006</id><published>2007-04-01T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:55:30.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april fool&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday'/><title type='text'>happy april fools!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;she's like, so whatever; you can do so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, haven't done the wishlist segment of this new skin, but i'm kinda loving how decadent and opulent it looks, if y'know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't updated in aeons, so the blog's really dead and everyone knows it. Heh, i'm really sorry. The skin was starting to turn me off, hence the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fool's today, and Nic Chan decided to play an awfully lame prank on me, roflmao. Yeah, i'll admit that i got duped, and ohmygosh, it took me so long to realise, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day on Friday then dinner with Clarisa. Went out with Yan yesterday to shop for birthday invites, it was a totally last minute since-you're-free thing, but more on that in the next post. What else? I skipped training on Wednesday, and Vada called me up to rant. That was pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP, SO TAKE NOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blame it on the ego, 8th April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't believe it's on Easter Sunday. Anyways, i'm having major second thoughts and stuff, thanks Char for just listening to all my crap and whatnot. Congrats on your medal, LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Georgienne reminded me that higher chinese oral's tomorrow, and i was all like, fuck no! So now my mind's guilt-tripping me into at least doing some form of prep. Besides, i promised my tutor that i'd do my best for oral, so we'll see what happens. I know most of you think that i can't speak mandarin for nuts (even my chinese teacher thinks so, screw her), but whatever i don't plan on flunking my arse off this term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishlist coming in tomorrow's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO, adieu&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Much love to Comint, Charmaine, Claire. Omg, what's with the Cs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you electrify my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's conspire to ignite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all the souls that would die just to feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-6588599049532174006?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/6588599049532174006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=6588599049532174006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/6588599049532174006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/6588599049532174006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-april-fools.html' title='happy april fools!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-2678252492053451526</id><published>2007-03-17T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:49:55.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march hols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laguna beach'/><title type='text'>the slackfest known as march term break</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;give your immortality to me, i'll set you up against the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to-and-fro around the house is driving me nuts, seriously. This week-long term break has been absolutely pathetic, and &lt;em&gt;newsflashhh!&lt;/em&gt; School begins the day after tomorrow. 10 more weeks of tedious hours in the classroom while boredom slowly consumes all traces of existing fun. &lt;em&gt;Oh, the horror.&lt;/em&gt; On the bright side however, i get to see the wacky kickass people that keep me going always. Now &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; something to look forward to (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis this morning was &lt;em&gt;shite&lt;/em&gt;. Like, vomit-inducing puke-worthy might-as-not-play kinda revolting. Urgh. Mummy actually wanted me to play 10/12 hours worth of tennis this week, and i was like, &lt;em&gt;are you crazy?!&lt;/em&gt; I played last Saturday, Sunday, this Tuesday, Wednesday, and today. Wednesday sucked really bad, and when i woke up this morning, the only thing that occurred to me was,  &lt;em&gt;"fuck, i wanna sleep. double fuck, there's tennis. triple fuck, i really wanna sleep and there's tennis. can i just not turn up at the court at all?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i dragged myself outta bed and went to wash up. Reached the court at five past eight, then there was the whole double-booked incident, and i had to go fetch the slip to prove that the court was mine, and it just totally ate up my lesson time with the coach. My mood was completely ruined by that time, and the best part was, it started drizzling. What the hell! But it was like, teensy droplets you can barely feel, and my coach insisted we continue playing, and i felt so lazy and just not in the mood, so i refused to run. Normally i take immense pleasure in charging around whacking balls, but today, i seemed to have taken on statue-imitation as my latest occupation. I just stood there like a bloody Roman sculpture from some stuffy Greek museum or whatever, and lashed out at the reachable balls that didn't require any moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the week was an utter slack-fest.&lt;br /&gt;-i didn't study much.&lt;br /&gt;-i got blasted by my Math/Science tutor for the lamest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;-correction: i didn't study at all.&lt;br /&gt;-i stayed cooped up at home in the blind hope that i would go insane with boredom and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;-no such luck, i ended up downloading The OC 4 and Laguna Beach 3.&lt;br /&gt;-i completed the latter, and you'll be getting my view/analysis later.&lt;br /&gt;-i talk on the phone way too much for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;-i haven't eaten any chocolate since Tuesday, its called going cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;-i played shite tennis, which resulted in the game being a total turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;-i dug up my Gossip Girl collection and started reading.&lt;br /&gt;-i felt so guilty, i tried to do school homework. futile attempt.&lt;br /&gt;-i brought my dog for multiple walks cos he just got his hair cut, and now he feels like velvet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Clarisa's last night for our "English Project Meeting". By the time i got there, Pam was leaving and they'd already discussed it. So we spent 0.01% of the time discussing my article and the other 99.99% of the time chilling out and exploring the limits (or lack thereof) of Claire's musical skills. Ohmygod, she's got perfect pitch and it's so freaky! Like, Fairuz and i made her listen to a bunch of songs and play it back for us on the piano, and she did almost-perfectly. Hahaha and her brother is damn cute, the antics they get up to had Ruby, Dione, Steph, Fairuz and i in fits of laughter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some good ol' sportsy stuff, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea are only six points behind Man U now, so the title dreams are still alive and kicking. Chelsea face Sheffield later today, and no doubt they'll knock'em dead. Man U howveer, have got Bolton to contend with, so i really hope they lose. Cut the gap to 3 points and they can say goodbye to the trophy. Haha, and the article in the sports page today said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Chelsea may be facing plenty of international strife. Manager Jose Mourinho is in a cold war with the club's owner, Frank Lampard could quit after a contract dispute, while the fans are in trouble over celery. But the champions are certainly not out of the Premiership race, and have a good chance of cutting Manchester United's lead to three today."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. And celery?! Now anyone found attempting to bing celery into Stamford Bridge will be refused entry, how retarded is that. All this cos the Blues' fans were tossing celery at Cesc Fabregas during that match against Arsenal. Ooh, Theo Walcott scored an excellent goal that day though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulgarian striker Dimitar Berbatov seems to be the It-boy of the EPL at the moment, he's so in demand, it's mental. But i honestly hope Rafael Benitez doesn't land him or My Fernando Torres, cos Liverpool's got Stevie-G and they don't deserve those two. Cristiano seems to be heading Real-way, judging by news reports. But trust me, Real's glam factor is completely non-existent, what with all their big names gone. Zidane, Figo, Beckham, etc. All they've got that's worth talking about is Ronaldo, Casillas and Raul. And only Casillas is hot, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy shit, i was on youtube the other day, and Paris Hilton claimed on some German talkshow that she's into Lukas Podolski (MINE, btw), and the bloody host went all "oh, Paris Podolski sounds good! I can arrange something, you know? Or Paris Klose too, he's one of the other guys..." as if they were about to get married or some shit like that. Crazy asshole. Besides, she so does not deserve German football's poster-boy, go hook up with some half-decent European man-whore millionaire heir or something. I'll max out Daddy's credit card on a plane ticket to gouge out her eyeballs if she ever sinks her slut-talons into the supremely-fly Lukas Podolski, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, and i used to think that Derek from LB3 had all the appeal of a plank of wood, but the oh-so-adorable way he asked Lexie to prom was absolutely mind-blowing. In my opinion, Kyndra's a weak-minded slut, Cami's the biggest 'ho around, Lexie's overly fickle, Nikki should just stay out of Kyndra&amp;Tyler's affairs, Tyler's so gay its not even funny, Cameron should go hook-up with better people instead of the sloppy seconds of saddo-losers like Tyler and Jason Wahler from LB2, Tessa and Chase should just get together already, Rocky &amp;amp; Alex need to get a life, Nick should stop egging Cameron on to go hook up with every girl in Laguna, Open Air Stereo's pretty hot, Kelan's cute but he's got no balls, and someone please push Breanna off a cliff, thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote the gospel on giving up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You look pretty sinking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the real bombshells have already sunk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Prima donnas of the gutter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crashing not like hips or hearts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, more like p-p-p-parties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts&amp;amp;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;VC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-2678252492053451526?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/2678252492053451526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=2678252492053451526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2678252492053451526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2678252492053451526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/03/slackfest-known-as-march-term-break.html' title='the slackfest known as march term break'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-1394547054375503718</id><published>2007-03-10T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:10:07.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>happy birthday debs &amp; deb</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE DEBORAHS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;DEBORAH QUEK REN QI &amp; DEBORAH WONG SHU HUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;may all your wishes &amp;amp; dreams come true, babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DQ: Debs, i love you ohsomuch. We had an amazing time in the last two years, what with prepping for the drama exams, practising catfights at your house, laughing at the stupidest things, calling you a retard 24/7, kicking penalties (in wedges on my part), and all the many other moments that puts a smile on my face whenever i look back on them. Sucks that we're no longer in the same class, cos i do miss my shoulder massages and your arty-farty talents. But we'll stay friends always yeah, and you've yet to invite me over to your place for that long-overdue badminton game of ours. And i think your bro is super adorable! (: Happy birthday, my dear girl. Enjoy your fifteenth while it lasts (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DW: Deb, you're always welcome to come over and see THE dog, or whatevs you wish to do. To "chill"/sit at the emo-spot, HAHAHA. Our wednesday afternoons are good fun, and please Deborah, can we all just keep going for training? Don't listen to Va! LMAO, that dare you pulled on the bus the other day was absolutely hilarious (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-1394547054375503718?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/1394547054375503718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=1394547054375503718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/1394547054375503718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/1394547054375503718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-debs-deb.html' title='happy birthday debs &amp; deb'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-5895088999158493542</id><published>2007-03-09T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:55:02.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='match'/><title type='text'>music &amp; lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;this night's a perfect shade of dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the 3rd/4th place match between our school and SCGS. Went with Vada &amp; Deannie to support Charmaine &amp;amp; Eunice. It was no big, except that the sc girls were freakin' annoying. The cheer thing got rather out of hand after awhile, and that was bloody stupid. Macs after their matches with Char, Eunice, Va, and THE Dean. Strawberry milkshake (: and i bought myself fries cos Vada&amp;Deannie were getting all touchy and possessive over their food. Lmao, what the hell! There wasn't much to look at? *NUDGE-NUDGE EUNICE!* Didn't eat any burger in the end, HAHAHA. Char wanted to vent at the tennis wall, and she refused to have any input in the to-go-or-not-to-go debate between Eunice and i regarding her church gig/party thingy on Friday. What happened to our plans to go swinging?? Cabbed home with Eunice after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Chem remedial and training, both sucked shite. Georgienne, we need to finish our talk, though the subject's kinda closed itself. I had no idea my class was capable of reaching such unimaginable heights of melodrama. Laughed at Broc cos she was all like, "Okay, this is freaky." (:&lt;br /&gt;Had too much gelato at Venezia before training. Like, one double flavour cup (yoggi&amp;amp;dark choc) and one single flavour cup (lemon, suckeddd). Meryl, gelatos are 98% fat-free okay. (: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, school had boring stamped all over as usual. Managed to sneak some shut-eye without planning to before tuition. Was really late, and it sucked shite too cos i didn't do my homework or whatever. Conference with Eunice&amp;Charmaine when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Char: Vic, what did you do to *youdon'tgettoknow!*?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did i do to her???&lt;br /&gt;Char: She wrote some stuff bout you on her blog, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whattt?! But i don't even TALK to her, much less do whatever it is that she claimed i did! I didn't even KNOW she HAD a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Char: Why're you going around offending people you don't even know?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: But i didn't do anything! I don't even know those people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but it was hilarious (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday/Today, was somewhat okay. Lit lesson was FUN (: The 3rd row lost by 2points though, but you can't blame me, i'm just competitive like that, especially when it comes to all this nonsense. I love Clarisa (: she rocks, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaina: I thought it was under repair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: The technician kinda retired.&lt;br /&gt;Elaina: Well, would you like me to find a new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, i love Elaina too. If we switch seats next term, i'm gonna miss whining at her during E-Math like i did the other day! HAHAHA she got so annoyed she claimed that she'd very much like to re-enact that scene in TKAM where Boo stabs his father, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&amp;amp;Lyrics with Charmaine &amp; Eunice, i think the three of us are starting to see way too much of each other, HAHAHA. Eunice's specs broke during recess while playing tennis, all thanks to Pron. So Char &amp;amp; i went hunting for a solution with her after school, cos we were catching a movie and she had spex tomorrow. Contacts were the answer! (: Crashed at the library (didn't even know there was one in the area), and Char &amp;amp; i taught her how to wear lenses. Bloody hilarious, i tell you. Train'd to Plaza Sing, just in time for the movie. Char left immediately after, and Eunice and i just walked around randomly. Bought this necklace from Dorothy, and i owe Char ticket money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm supremely exhausted. Off to brush my teeth, and then straight to bed. This has officially been the most boring-ass post ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICLOVESKINDERBUENOCHOCOLATE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well you are the one the one that lies close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whisper's hello I miss you quite terribly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-5895088999158493542?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/5895088999158493542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=5895088999158493542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/5895088999158493542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/5895088999158493542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-lyrics.html' title='music &amp; lyrics'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-7142203222023570190</id><published>2007-03-03T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:05:48.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pete wentz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall out boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>fall out boy concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;long live the car crash hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall Out Boy last night was HOTSHIT, yo (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aw, Pete Wentz is my emo-sexgod, and that's that. If i could be &lt;em&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/em&gt; in the whole wide world, i'd wanna be Wentzy's Vuitton guitar. What's not to love? You get to be &lt;em&gt;oh-so-desirable&lt;/em&gt; in the eyes of legions of fangirls and emoboys, and &lt;em&gt;licked multiplte times&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Wentzy The Sexgod&lt;/strong&gt; himself, oh, and you also get to rest on &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; part of him, ha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to FallOutBoy last night. Jolene, Vada, Linette and Ili insisted on going at the ungodly hour of 11am in the morning to qeue up. Like, what the hell? Anyways, after much bargaining and negotiations with Mummy (well there had to be, considering my pathetically dismal grades this term), i arrived at the Max Pavillion via cab at 1pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not dishing a chronological blow-by-blow lowdown on every single teeny little thing that happen, worry not. Just the highlights, of which there were quite a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During the 7hours or so(?)'s worth of qeueing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-we played cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-i hogged Vada's iPod cos i supposedly did not do my "homework" for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;-while i was trying my very best to memorise FOB's hell random lyrics, they mixed this disgusting concoction and pitched the idea of playing indian poker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-we did not play indian poker in the end, and Calvin threw that revolting limeade+sprite+vitasoy+green tea+pieces of bread+cheese+twisties mixture away, thank goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-saw the &lt;strong&gt;sexy-as-hell-coming-second-in-the-emoboy-hotness-quotient-only-to-pete-wentz &lt;/strong&gt;Jimmy, from Saw Loser. He's like walking sex, i tell you. Just looking at him makes me wanna...this would be censored, LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-stared at Jimmy &lt;em&gt;holding hands&lt;/em&gt; and walking with &lt;strong&gt;his girlfriend &lt;/strong&gt;on our way to 7-Eleven. I like hot, so you can't blame me for being the green-eyed, jealous pig that i am. Even &lt;em&gt;Linette &lt;/em&gt;was scamming on him much later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-went Jimmy-hunting with Linette cos i was practically dying of boredom. Found the back entrance, which was guarded by security people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-they moved everyone into the hall and semi-inverted the qeue. There was a huge commotion going on cos the people who came at like, 7 in the morning for their place ended up somewhere behind. It was really fucked-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Shurui let me cut in with her, and the rest followed suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Jolene was being unnecessarily loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-the whole thing was begining to annoy the shit outta me, so Linette and i escaped the torture and went for a walk. Ended up at BK where she bought fries and i took a food order for Shurui&amp;her friends. At least i got tipped for that, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-camwhored and plugged into Va's iPod somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-toilet visit, which was a major uh-oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-it became a good thing in the end, cos some guard blew a whistle, and there was this enormous frenzy where everyone stood up and lunged for the door. Linette and i dashed back, and the people at the front entrance kindly let us through, so we ended up at the front of the qeue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-this nice international-school girl gave Linette and me M&amp;amp;Ms cos she had a ginormous packet (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-people were crying and hyperventilating cos they couldn't breathe or were claustrophobic. Stupid losers, don't come if you can't rough it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Linette&amp;i, Jolene&amp;amp;Vada, and Calvin&amp;Ili all got seperated from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/z78165346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Qeueing up sucked shite, but we got the stage front barrier place (or at least Linette and i did) that we wanted. Of course, with all the pushing and shoving done, Linette &amp;amp; i were positively smushed against the barricade, i'll bet my boobs must've gone down a cupsize or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a retarded pre-opening act, some retarded saddo band which i can't remember the name of. The lead-singer, all massive and obese, was throwing shirts into the crowd. And the loser guitarist had a curly mohawk, i kid you not. However, this really hot guy, golden features &amp;amp; emo hair, was loitering in the press area, right in front of me. I could've reached out and touched him if i tried. He had this access pass thing, and i spent the entire time checking him out, cos he was awfully dishy and so heartbreakingly perfect-looking :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saw Loser performed shortly after, and Jimmy was right in front of us. Linette and i stupidly made for leftside, so lots of Jimmy (only for a short duration), but a minimal amount of my darling Pete Wentz, cos he's always stationed on the right. But he did come over many times, which was a definite consolation. Sam patted Jimmy's arse during their set, and he looked up from his bass guitar to give this adorable half-smile. Fuck, he's so hot (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FallOutBoy finally came on after millions of sound checks and technical inspections, and the crowd went WILD. They get brownie points for audience-interaction and everything, you couldn't love them more. AND OH YES, &lt;strong&gt;Pete was standing right in front of me when he did that swipe-tongue-salute thing&lt;/strong&gt; during &lt;em&gt;Sugar We're Going Down&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;OMFG HE'S SO FREAKIN' SEXY&lt;/strong&gt; i wanted to just die right there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(bloody fucking hell, my pc totally hanged on me, and the full saved version of this post, just went missing. so i'm currently left with like, HALF the damn thing. i am so so pissed right now. daddy should seriously consider the hotpink sony vaio that i've got my eye on. but it's a little much, isn't it? lusting after the pink sony vaio, red ipod nano, and whatever gadgets out there that i'm into right now. okay, i'm just gonna plough on with this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/z78170279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the final minute of the last song, Pete leaned into the audience and everyone literally &lt;em&gt;lunged&lt;/em&gt; for him. The audience were grabbing for him, and they tugged at his shirt so hard, it tore. Oh, and some people yanked the wire outta the mic, so realising that there was no use singing already, he just tossed the mic into the masses. Pete then proceeded to go back on stage, &lt;em&gt;rip off his already-torn shirt&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;threw it at the crowd&lt;/em&gt;. All the girls &lt;strong&gt;surged forward&lt;/strong&gt;, and later on, Linette and i, were catfought with some others for his shirt/a shred of it. LMAO, everyone was tugging at it for dear life, i kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/glamour_gurl007/03-03-07_2344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xRbm_x7Eigg/Re6pIuVtWXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_BysKWknftA/s1600-h/03-03-07_2346.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heart Pete Wentz, he's beyond sexy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today kinda sucked, woke up 5 minutes before the Math tutor came thanks to the fact that i was still suffering from the after-effects of FOB the previous night. Felt so damn sleepy during tuition, and i brought my dog for a walk after cos it looked really pitiful. Fyi, i don't mistreat animals, irregardless of what Vada says. She's just obsessed with my dog, is all. Quick lunch, and had Chem/Physics tuition. I told you the day sucked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VC out, much love to all (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-7142203222023570190?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/7142203222023570190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=7142203222023570190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/7142203222023570190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/7142203222023570190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/03/fall-out-boy-concert.html' title='fall out boy concert'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-3379414675634385891</id><published>2007-02-26T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T05:27:01.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><title type='text'>on the flipside</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;believe me, i'm just as lost as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;release me, i'm just as lost as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside, when being mopy and emo no longer possesses any form of appeal in my eyes, ohgod, who am i trying to kid? I still can't smile right now, even if i tried. Fuck everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Eunice just now, i think she kinda uh averted(?) my thoughts to much happier and definitely more neutral things. Thanks a million, my dear crazy pasta friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, and Sulynn too. We've got our lunch date tomorrow, and it's seriously been awhile since we last hung out. Those Monday afternoons in the foyer don't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please help me 'cause I'm breaking down, this picture's frozen and I can't get out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-3379414675634385891?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/3379414675634385891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=3379414675634385891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/3379414675634385891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/3379414675634385891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-flipside.html' title='on the flipside'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-8925425868162621257</id><published>2007-02-26T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T05:07:58.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screwed'/><title type='text'>just kill me, why don't you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;does an angel contemplate my fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Call my name and save me from the dark;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bid my blood to run, before i come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Save me from the nothing i've become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mistakes We Knew We Were Making"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all our sins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come back to haunt us in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To hang around and tap us on the shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And smile silent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's all implied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll die trying to live this down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might as well forget it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still I'm convinced,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wondering what if is the worst thing there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we bottled and shelved all our regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let them ferment and came back to our senses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drove back home and slept a few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all these lines fall short of what I had in mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A failed attempt to capsulize a feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I just try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fail and try and try again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someday I swear I'm going to get it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I'm convinced that giving in is the worst thing there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we bottled and shelved all our regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let them ferment and came back to our senses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drove back home and slept a few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll get over it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;safe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and sober,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll move forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And know where we went wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you can't go home again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The old demons are back to haunt me again, and i've only just come to the realisation that they'll never, never, ever leave me alone. Fuck this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-8925425868162621257?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/8925425868162621257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=8925425868162621257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/8925425868162621257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/8925425868162621257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-kill-me-why-dont-you.html' title='just kill me, why don&apos;t you'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-6653787297743161848</id><published>2007-02-23T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T06:47:01.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>crazy emotional turmoil</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;'cos i'm broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was crazy, extraordinary, and full of surprises- both good and bad- at every corner.&lt;br /&gt;Not giving you the dirty details now cos the Mumsie just pissed me off big time.&lt;br /&gt;But very grateful and special thanks to all these awesome people for making it so "wow" :&lt;br /&gt;Georgienne, Pron, Mel, Eunice, Daphne, Meryl, Charmaine, Vada, Rachel, and Sharan.&lt;br /&gt;I majorly heart you guys but The Mothership killed my mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Vic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm angry, you listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make me happy it's your mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you won't stop til I'm there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-6653787297743161848?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/6653787297743161848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=6653787297743161848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/6653787297743161848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/6653787297743161848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/crazy-emotional-turmoil.html' title='crazy emotional turmoil'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-2891653370232782362</id><published>2007-02-21T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:38:35.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple gummy rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>training, back frm cny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the message coming out from my eyes says leave it alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from training. Oh god, i feel so absolutely gross. And to make matters a zillion times worse, my stupid brother woke up from his nap when i got back and promptly hopped into the bathroom to take a shower. I've got no more energy to destroy the evil human entity called Ryan that's hogging the toilet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was average today, no big. Parkway with Charmaine, Pron, and Eunice after school for lunch, despite warnings from Meryl dearest that i was bound to consume full-fat foodstuffs. Although i'll deny i ever said this, but Meryl was right (sad to say). Charmaine &amp; i and Pron &amp;amp; Eunice went our seperate ways at the bus stop, cos Pron insisted on taking the shaded overhead bridge, while Charmaine &amp; i sensibly decided that the one on the other side was faster. Met up with Vada, Deannie, and Deb at KFC, gosh i hate that place. Stole a sip of some lemon drink from Deannie, hahaha before Charmaine &amp;amp; Eunice wanted to go to BK next door, and Deannie proclaimed that we were ditching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked, laughed and clapped (? LMAO, Eunice!) during lunch, majorly regret eating. Fast food joints are places of evil, i swear. They use like, recycled grease to make their food. And according to RachelWong, Macs uses chicken fats to make ice-cream. WHAT THE FUCK? Wandered around aimlessly in search of chilled drinks, and that Dorothy Perkins necklace i had my eye on was GONE. Bloody hell. Cabbed to Bedok for training, wasn't late at all. Did loads of physical again, Coach Arik's lost his marbles or something, though i still find him funny in a realy oddball way. (HAHA Pron, its A-R-I-K, not E-R-I-C!) Since there was a huge overcrowding problem again, we had to run after every six balls we took. Like shit okay, i wanted to die. Only consolation was that perhaps, just a slight possibility, the slimmest chance of a potential miracle, i might've burned off that stupid turkey bacon burger with all that running, push-ups, lunges and whatnot. Fyi: i gained 800grams over the CNY break, thanks to the mindless stuffing of cookies and goodies into my always welcome mouth. My stomach must probably be this never-ending, bottomless pit that refuses to speed up the digestive process because i didn't have enough luck to be born with a faster-than-F1 racing metabolism like all the stick-thin lovelies out there whose faces you would just love to slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was stupid, i wish CNY break went on for all fifteen days of the occasion. I was so freaked that MsLim would have my blood for not putting my compo in her locker last Friday (although truth be told, i haven't even thought about the damn thing, much less written it), that i made Broc &amp; Mel take me to the sickbay before Higher Chinese. Charmaine agreed to go with me before assembly, but bailed after (STUPID BITCH, YOU (: hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact lens popped out during English, there's something wrong with my left eye, i kid you not. Cleverly tore it after pinching it out, had to suffer A-Math and Social Studies with blur-clear vision. Got our English &amp; SS papers back. English sucked i tell you, passing is expected, but passing gracefully was hoped for. It didn't work out so incely in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and without forgetting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE Mel because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) she's a real rocker, and i mean that&lt;br /&gt;2) she sings me jason mraz when i ask her to&lt;br /&gt;3) she visits the toilet with me every period break&lt;br /&gt;4) we have "intellectual" conversations that are weirdly entertaining&lt;br /&gt;5) she plays Bingo with me during English (helps tune S.Hoe out!)&lt;br /&gt;6) her hyperactivity is mildly infectious at best&lt;br /&gt;7) she said she missed &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; over CNY break (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she thinks i'm going to end up being a taitai (albeit a very, very fabulous one) when i grow up, which is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not true! TELL ME, WHY DON'T YOU! AND I'VE GOT &lt;strong&gt;SEVEN REASONS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be interesting, i hope. Tennis, badminton, and softball are having their national semis in the afternoon, and if i could split myself into three parts and go watch all, i really would. Good luck to tennis: Charmaine &amp; Eunice (think positive, babes! it simply won't do to step on court without victory in mind, irregardless of how strong your opponent is), badminton: Rachel (you're not the losing sort, m'dear, and you know it. loveyou!), and softball: Mel (i don't understand the dynamics of the game, but all the best!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost slipped my mind! Was in the cab with Charmaine, Pron &amp; Eunice on our way to training, when i spotted Elaina Sutiono walking by the roadside from afar! COULDN'T RESIST MAN, SERIOUSLY. I wound down the window and yelled "HEY LOSER!", you should've seen the look on her face LMAO. Laughed myself stupid all the way to training. Think i'm gonna get it from her tomorrow morning, big time. BUT IT WAS WORTH IT, HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm off for that much-desired shower of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurevoir! (:&lt;br /&gt;VIC LOVES MEL, MERYL &amp; EUNICE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i love sour apple gummy rings. Thanks Eunice, and kick some raffles ass tmr yeah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-2891653370232782362?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/2891653370232782362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=2891653370232782362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2891653370232782362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/2891653370232782362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/training-back-frm-cny.html' title='training, back frm cny'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-117164286333840056</id><published>2007-02-15T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:27:03.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vday bullshit &amp; clarisa's after party</title><content type='html'>WEDNESDAY was Vday, and fabulous wouldn't make the descriptive list, but i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had History CA, and i ran out of time halfway through the last question. Couldn't study before assembly, what with people bursting into "&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/em&gt;" every few seconds. Was caught eating during their respective lessons by Loy and Mrs SH, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics and E-Math the next day, but Pron still managed to convince me not to give training a miss. Wish i hadn't listened to her, cos training majorly sucked. Coach Eric was making everyone do physical, and i was playing shite tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch badminton in the hall, on the invitation of Rachel. Apparently its the match of biggest importance, according to her. Brought Pron along, and she was terribly fascinated by the whole thing. The atmosphere in there was so unbelievably tense, it probably would've taken more than a chainsaw to slice through. Caught the tail-end of the first singles match and Weihui's doubles. Had to leave after their second set, right before the decider, what pity. Didn't get to see Rachel play, but she won in the end. No surprises there, didn't think she was much of the losing sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Herlene (: FOOFOO, you're the best! (and you know why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Meryl, and we were revising E-Math before assembly. It was okay, don't think i did too well. Physics positively sucked though, and i've decided not to comment any further. Wallowed over it during Lit, but ended up Bingo-ing with Broc during English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkway with Sharan, Parveena and Rachel, the latter was giving me a post-mortem of yesterday's matches against DHS (: Futile attempts to cancel Higher Chinese tuition yet again, but it all worked out fine. Had an awesome time chattering away with Georgienne in between copying essays and memorising phrases. HAHAHA GEORGIENNE,I KNOW YOU MISS ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Clarisa's around like, 9.15pm. She's got this dead cool projector screen in her living room, which i absolutely heart (: Brought dvds, and we unanimously decided to watch Silent Hill. The entire duration of the movie was spent screaming, clinging to Broc/Clarisa, cowering behind Clarisa's beaded-satin-covered cushions, and wondering exactly what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righttt, i can feel myself going brain-dead with exhaustion now. Thursday night at Clarisa's was fun, love and laughter. And i think my neuro-connections are breaking apart as i type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply: Meryl, Broc, Nikki, Clarisa, Steph, Mel and everyone else; thanks for Thursday night, I had an absolute blast (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post. Victoria is off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night, love. Sleep tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A Beautiful Lie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lie awake in bed at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And think about your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you want to be different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try to let go of the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The battles of your youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause this is just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a beautiful lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the perfect denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Such a beautiful lie to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So beautiful, beautiful it makes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time to forget about the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To wash away what happened last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hide behind an empty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't ask too much, just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause this is just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone's looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm running around in circles, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A quiet desperation's building higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got to remember this is just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So beautiful, beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-117164286333840056?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/117164286333840056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=117164286333840056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117164286333840056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117164286333840056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/vday-bullshit-clarisas-after-party.html' title='vday bullshit &amp; clarisa&apos;s after party'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-117145261203260807</id><published>2007-02-14T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:30:45.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;a total eclipse of the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, sweetness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't exactly say it rocked big though. Toblerone chocolate from me to everyone with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There now, steady love, so few come and don't go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you won't you, be the one I always know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm losing my control, the city spins around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one who knows, you slow it down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-117145261203260807?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/117145261203260807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=117145261203260807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117145261203260807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117145261203260807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/vday.html' title='Vday'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-117135473802761633</id><published>2007-02-13T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:18:58.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMATH,the death of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;heaven's gates won't open up for me, with these broken wings i'm fallin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;show me what it's like, to be the last one standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMATH SUCKED LIKE FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Really gotta pardon my rhyming skills, i'm not normally like that and you know it. And blogger's being an absolute bitch to me right now, when's it not, actually. IE keeps closing down, and it refuses to let me access my own blog. MY OWN BLOG, for goodness sake. Bloody hell. We're like in the midst of CA week intensity now. 4 down, 3 to go. A-Math, Social Studies, Chem and Lit are over, you cannot imagine how relieved i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Steph, for telling me what dichromate is over and over and over again this morning! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo-ed throughout English with Mel, Amelia and Elaina. Heh, Elaina really sucks at Bingo (sorry babe, no offense). Oh, and went to "escort" Mel, Broc, Steph, and Clarisa to Chinese class with Amelia. TESSA ONG LI SHI, YOU'RE SUCH A MORON! ohmygod, i felt so violated okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; Charmaine BLACKED OUT today! HAHAHA couldn't stop laughing, but seriously darling, take care yeah. We shall go sickbay-ing again in the coming weeks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vday tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes. Okay, i'm off for my date with stuffy old ancients like Lloyd George and Woodrow Wilson now, in the magical land of Versailles where the stupid treaty was signed and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-VIC LOVES KITKAT CHCOLATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Georgienne, thanks darling, you know what i mean. Even if there was partial truth to what you said before AMath, i'm not so sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-117135473802761633?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/117135473802761633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=117135473802761633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117135473802761633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117135473802761633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/amaththe-death-of-me.html' title='AMATH,the death of me'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-117094338485038513</id><published>2007-02-08T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:49:06.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn't so bad after all</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;save yourself, the secret is out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in one piece, alive and kicking, after that dreaded phone call to Chen laoshi. Immense relief, i'm telling you. She didn't give me a huge blasting like i expected, it was more of this deathly cold voice, complete with silent fury embedded within. Argh, and i've got the worst tuition-replacement dates ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, people seem to love dropping shock-bombs on me these days. Hahaha, went to find Sharan before morning assembly, and she told me The Queerest Thing Ever. Ohmygod, seriously, like i could never imagine such a thing would be possible, we kept lamenting about how weird it was. Oh, and Tessa wouldn't shut up about the "hot" bangla guy she saw shirtless with sixpack abs that were supposedly better than Cristiano Ronaldo's. And to this, i was like: Duh, Cristiano has a fourpack, not six! Thus earning a murderous look from Sha. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonded with Mel during Chem? Heh, equations! Discovered that we both share a common love for Jason Mraz's music, hahaha. Ms CSH told me off for talking. She's becoming so horrendous now, seriously. Ever since she got with the PB, it's like, she's the new Lenny-in-training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH, there's a France-Argentina match on the telly! Just saw a close-up of Hernan Crespo's face. Spain vs England friendly recently, 1-0's the score. Spain owned McClaren's men, period. AND I MISS THE SPANIARDS. &lt;strong&gt;Torres, Fabregas, Casillas, Villa: boybabe hotness, yo. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4117/1087/320/5157/1149782576044w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fernando Torres cannot go to Liverpool. It just ain't right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Decided to cut Higher Chinese today, since i owed the teacher an essay which i don't plan on writing anywhere in the near future. Met up with Charmaine in the sickbay. Heh, she had a bad bout of flu while i suffered from a killer migraine, so to speak. Spent the entire period just talking about the stuff, and ohmygod, she is so hilarious. Babe, i love you! Glad we talked, we'll do it some other time again yeah. And preferably during A-Math lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay tv calls, gotta fly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loveya (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-117094338485038513?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/117094338485038513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=117094338485038513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117094338485038513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117094338485038513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-wasnt-so-bad-after-all.html' title='it wasn&apos;t so bad after all'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-117093656732686616</id><published>2007-02-08T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:09:27.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm doomed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm begging you to be my escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;OHMYGOD, Chen laoshi is gonna kill me. I swear, she really is. And Annabelle's like reproaching me/laughing at the current predicamet i'm in. Freakshittt, i'm so screwed. Funny how gutsy you tend to be when the harsh reality hasn't smacked you in the face yet, huh. I don't necessarily regret not going for Higher Chinese tuition, but i guess the way i handled the whole matter was extremely unwise. Now i've got one terribly furious tuition teacher after my blood. AHHH she left me TWO MESSAGES ON VOICEMAIL, like, YELLING at me! And i've got to give her a call in precisely 20minutes. Fuckkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE ME PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks Su, for like, listening to me go on and on about how dead i am once Chen laoshi's done with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-117093656732686616?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/117093656732686616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=117093656732686616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117093656732686616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117093656732686616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-doomed.html' title='i&apos;m doomed'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-117084921520111005</id><published>2007-02-07T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T04:56:06.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ca pressure &amp; a-math humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;this double vision i was seeing is finally clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New skin, and though i absolutely adore it, its kinda...to the left. Which i'm so not used to, just for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sharan and Parveena after Ms ST released us from a very-much-prolonged Physics lesson. Had this really weird headache+nausea feeling, and Ms ST was all like, &lt;em&gt;Victoria are you following? &lt;/em&gt;Goshhh, i am so in need of a break. It's only Feb and CNY isn't even over, yet i feel ten times more pressurized than the before-FYE period last year. Like, what the hell. Went to support badminton again today, watched Weihui, the first doubles, and Rachel play before leaving for training. Our school kicks some serious ass (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod, Loy called me "Veronica" during A-Math. Like, what the fuckkk! My name is Victoria and i refuse to answer to anything else, thankyou very much. She said i reminded her of Veronica from the Archie comics, ugh no comment. Loy is so hilarious in this retarded way. And she's awful! Just cos i was staring at the fish decorations hanging from the lights during her lesson this afternoon, she walked over and stood right beside me, those beady eyes of her boring through the back of my head, staring hard at my notebook, where the question on the board was copied out neatly. AHHH mixed feelings! But she was making me feel increasingly uncomfortable cos i had completely &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt; how to do said question. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another spring test in the morning, E-Math this time. I've given up lameting on the horrors of spring tests, frankly speaking. Let's just say it was a giveaway paper that even i managed to screw up. Whatever, i'm the sort who harps on tests&amp;shit. Week 7 suddenly seems like tomorrow, and i feel constantly overwhelmed by everything. At least the Higher Chinese CA today contributes to lightening the load on my shoulders. Fuckkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart tennis, it puts me on a very healthy high. Training today was good, we actually sweated it out. Did physical+drill, and got to do some rallying with Pron, Nikki &amp; Deb during break. Heh, played Bobslap (?) in the end, Coach Eric let Pron and i choose our teams. Boo, my team lost to Pron's. Ohwell, there's always next week, no? Almost forgot, the tennisers trashed SAC 5-0.&lt;br /&gt;Let me reiterate my point: &lt;strong&gt;Our school kicks some serious ass, yo. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Night The Lights Went Out In NYC"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lights are out in the city tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So close your eyes, gaze up at the heavens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And see if you can point me out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I could have one wish tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd wish upon a satellite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To bring me back to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We spend our whole lives searching for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the things we think we want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And never really knowing what we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So many paths that we can take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To bring us to our destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gaze up at the heavens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And see if you can point me out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I could have one wish tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd wish upon a satellite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To bring me back to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We spend our whole lives searching for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ll the things we think we want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And never really knowing what we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be careful what you wish for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These stars are fading out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-117084921520111005?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/117084921520111005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=117084921520111005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117084921520111005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117084921520111005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/ca-pressure-math-humour.html' title='ca pressure &amp; a-math humour'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-117075173868263606</id><published>2007-02-06T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:48:58.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucker tests &amp; badminton matches</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;hey now, you're an all-star; get your game on, go play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, this place is seriously drying up. And the skin is starting to become more of a put-off, what the hell. English Compre CA yesterday, with A-Math spring test immediately after. Loy's pure evil, i swear. Her spring tests always come straight after we're done with some utterly mind-boggling CA. She probably takes pleasure in springing stupid hard-ass questions on to poor, innocent students in a vulnerable state of mind. Bloody sadist, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i was, however, quite pleasantly surprised upon discovering that i'd actually passed the first A-Math st, not with &lt;em&gt;flying colours&lt;/em&gt;, but at least i &lt;em&gt;passed&lt;/em&gt;. The down side is that the yesterday is a confirmed failure. Fuckkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously amazes me how mini-tennis can get to be such an infuriatingly lame sport. I mean, okay, in some sense, it does bear certain resemblances to real tennis, but the ball is made of sponge. SPONGE, I TELL YOU. And sponge balls that fly everywhere but the desired direction are certainly not of my liking. We're starting on volleyball soon, and how that can seem remotely fun is still a mystery of sorts to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuyin reminded me on Sunday night that V-day was right smack in the middle of CA week. Aww, how sad. Sucks to those of you with significant others, i guess. Though i'm not exactly bothered, and in agreement with Sharan, a love note or two paired with some chocolates should suffice. Haha, hung out with the bunch of them after school today. It was good fun, being plied with a constant supply of chocolates, eccentric stories of her grandmother by Tessa, queer topics of discussion (Chinglish??), and Shuyin's random laughter. Ohmygosh, TESSA YOU'RE NUTS. Like seriously, Tessa's crazy. She asked me the weirdest question, which i choose not to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else sucks is that i haven't been following football in detail lately. Or since the year started. Or since last year. Well basically, it's been aeons since i've last caught up with it. Like, i don't even read the sports page religiously everyday like i used to. Whatever knowledge of happenings in the world of football which i possess at this point in time is based purely on the stuff i read during English on Mondays and the stuff that people tell me. Like, Kareena, Sharan, Rachel, and sometimes Parveena. I can't even remember when i last spent obsessing over a hot footballer, that's just how terrible i am. Worse part being i still have the cheek to call myself an ardent fan of Chelsea? I'm average with the Blues follow-up. All the main stuff's instilled within my head. OHMYGOD, &lt;strong&gt;Jose Mourinho CANNOT leave Chelsea.&lt;/strong&gt; CANNOT, CANNOT, CANNOT! The club will just die without him. If football was war, he'd be the glorified General while the Chelsea players are the honoured troops. Though rhetorically speaking, football can be comparable to war in some aspects. All the clubs/teams are aiming for the same prize. I've never personally doubted Chelsea, even in their times of weakness, but right now, it's just &lt;em&gt;sad.&lt;/em&gt; It just goes to show how the team can't be built around one player alone. JTerry is like the king on one side of the chess set. Can't do without him, just can't. He's like the rock wall in defence, and his headers are simply lethal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the upsetting fact that i'm on a failing streak, which explains why i had to go for Chem remedial yesterday. I had good company though: Sharlyn, Deannie and Faith. Heh, partial tensome reunion, much? Anyways, after Chem, we went to support badminton. Our school against KC. Hahaha, real eye-opener to be honest. I always thought badminton was a rather lightweight sport, but the tournament proved me wrong. Had no idea shuttlecocks could be whacked so &lt;em&gt;ferociously&lt;/em&gt;, it even measures up to the horsepower of tennis, gosh. Oh, and RachelWong, you were&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD!&lt;/strong&gt; Lmao, during the interval of Rachel's match (i was quite sure shewas winning) and very much confused by Deannie and Sharlyn's constant argument regarding the scoring system, i actually asked Rachel &lt;em&gt;"Are we winning or losing?"&lt;/em&gt; Ohmygod, and Rachel just gave me this look like, &lt;em&gt;whattttt&lt;/em&gt; and laughed! Ugh, i felt so bimbotic. The thing is, i knew what was really going on, but Sharlyn the "genius" kept insisting that the player with the most number of points was on the losing end cos the number of points you had amounted to the number of mistakes you made. Like, what rubbishhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY incoming and i haven't gotten any brand-spanking-new clothes yet, bloody hell. Victoria is not a happy girl at the moment. Plus, next week's gonna be hell, don't know where i'm going to find the time for some much-deserved shopping. Freakshit, i just got double-booked by MdmR today! For being late for her class and fringe. Ugh, she's got some really mean grudge against fringes, i kid you not. She's so firmly against their very existence, it's kinda laughter-inducing in a very screwed up way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm out. Good luck to those taking the Higher Chinese CA tmr. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping hard that the level of difficulty won't be too harsh, what with the number of teachers from China and whatnot. On a lighter note, i finished reading TKAM on Sunday, and that's reason enough for me to gloat. Ha, and i don't feel guilty bout not paying attention to Mr JL duirng Lit now. Shut-eye, how bout?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-117075173868263606?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/117075173868263606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=117075173868263606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117075173868263606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/117075173868263606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/02/sucker-tests-badminton-matches.html' title='sucker tests &amp; badminton matches'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-116983087721648256</id><published>2007-01-26T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:10:41.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tensome love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;these are the moments, these are the times; let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my sweets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KILLER WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is all that i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The TEN is LOVE, you guys totally kick ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, m'dear, I LOVE YOU OHSOMUCH, but HOW DARE YOU PUSH ME IN?! Haha we shall get lost in museums and watch weird-ass documentaries and listen to insanely cute songs together again yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl, HAHAHA. I LOVE YOU, but i bet you already knew. Thanks darling, this week was just...whoa. AND THE BUS DIDN'T BREAK DOWN ON US, HOW AWESOME IS THAT!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The Middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deannie, OMG WHY DIDN'T YOU GO. WE MISSED YOU SO! Thanks for everything, you say the right stuff to make it all seem better. I shall assume there'll be more Yoshi sessions in time to come? DON'T YOU DARE FLICK ME, Weihui's annoying twinsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharlyn, OHGOSHH SHARLYN WONGGG, you're so annoying! You make me laugh so hard, i end up tearing. You mess me up so much, i end up moodswinging. You piss me off so much, and get a huge whacking! HAHAHAHAHA, Xiao Pang Pang, I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne, I'M SORRY FOR PUSHING YOU IN OKAY, but that does not mean i'll "pure" with you, babe.HAHAHA! It was such fun laughing my arse off at your crazy chinese songs (juliet??), poking you and making you squeal like a pig, and smacking you with your racket! Ahhh, i'll really miss this time all of us had. GOTTA STICK WITH OUR DIET PLAN, I'M SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weihui, OHMAN you're the real rocker in this tensome of ours. Thank you for being such a good sport thorughout these five days. HAHA the R-E-N-D-E-Z-V-O-U-S thing was bloody hilarious, i'll never let you live it down, babe! LOVEYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine, AHHH YOU SUCK! Heh, Rachel's push-vic-into-the-pool-partner-in-crime, huh. Don't worry, honey. THE VERY NEXT TIME, after all the tests&amp;tournaments, it'll be YOUR TURN. But i still love you all the same! WHY ARE YOU IMMUNE TO POKING/TICKLING??! so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herlene, FOOFOO you really suck sometimes, but hey, we've got good times between us, and we'll go to Subway and have our COLDCUT and play the guess-the-lyrics game alright. CHEERS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, got damn nice/very decent songs on your iPod! HAHA it's been quite an adventure isn't it? Sorry bout the bricks, and OHMAN i seriously cannot believe that YOU PLAY GOLF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY, FAITH MADHAVAN ACTUALLY PLAYS GOLF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN AGAIN, I TAKE HIGHER CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's not that unpredictable after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel, Meryl, Deannie, Sharlyn, Daphne, Weihui, Charmaine, Herlene &amp;amp; Faith,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE HAD OURSELVES A TRULY KICK-ASS TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENSOMES ARE LOVE, need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;-Vic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The week post thing is MOST DEFINITELY coming tomorrow. Gosh, there's sooooooo much stuff to update on, from emo-tension moments to happy-blast times, and everything else under the sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-116983087721648256?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/116983087721648256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=116983087721648256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116983087721648256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116983087721648256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/01/tensome-love.html' title='tensome love'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-116895004565675844</id><published>2007-01-16T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T04:20:45.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now tuesdays are screwed too</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Annabelle my dear, thank you so much for making this terribly-shit day turn out quite okay. I love you oh-so-muchly (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you're just the girl i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;**i know you wanna catch my wave&lt;br /&gt;***I LOVE YOU, except for the desire to communicate with animals, that's just really weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So everything that's been happening (OBS coming up + numerous tests + Math/A-Math + whatnot) has finally pushed me over breaking point. Yep. Fuck, this week's seriously been dramatic-beyond-belief. And the best/worst part is that it's only fucking TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the profanities, people swear when their feeling displeased, if you must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody hell, there's a huge difference between "Yes, do come." and "No, please don't."&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as i'll elaborate. I'd be lying if i said i wasn't pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study sessions are the anti-emo. Happy songs are LOVE. Annabelle and i were getting high listening to &lt;em&gt;Candy Shop. &lt;/em&gt;HAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Math tomorrow. Fingers crossed, no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, ELAINA SUTIONO (i know how to spell your name, my English Recount partner!), and Melissa Lee Suppiah are LOVABLE PEOPLE. Yes, i know &lt;em&gt;love is all that you can give to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha i heart you guys, SS is &lt;em&gt;fun-time (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a limit that i hope you'll keep to. Breaking Benjamin &amp; 30 Seconds To Mars are my current addictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click Five make such happy, feel-good music. Their like, the anti-MCR or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream&amp;&amp;amp;chocolates, the cure for everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis, i'm coming to vent quite soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-116895004565675844?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/116895004565675844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=116895004565675844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116895004565675844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116895004565675844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-tuesdays-are-screwed-too.html' title='now tuesdays are screwed too'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-116876077325468950</id><published>2007-01-14T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:46:13.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and this is where it stops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your promises, they look like lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrender to nothing, or give up what I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Started and stopped it, from end to beginning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A new day is coming, and I am finally free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i'm over all your nonsense now. looking back, it does seem like a complete waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-116876077325468950?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/116876077325468950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=116876077325468950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116876077325468950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116876077325468950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-this-is-where-it-stops.html' title='and this is where it stops'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-116860796410240770</id><published>2007-01-12T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:34:29.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-shit friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;'cause i said stop but i'm still spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking revelations &amp; serious moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, it's been a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the weekend's here. Damn, i really need it this time. Today was an emo-shit day for all of us. Well, not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE COFFEE BEAN'S CARAMEL ICE-BLENDED.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, my caffeine rush, i need you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's awesome and disappointing. I wanted so badly to play today, and Pron even agreed to come over with her racket after school cos she felt like it too. But the fucking rain messed it up. Then again, the weather kinda matches my mood, so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, and lessons today sucked. I was already completely bothered before the bell even rang. Went to see RachelWong &amp;amp; Sharan. Why's your class so far from mine??! Hahaha, i need my daily supply of hugs, you know. Anyways, Rachel was laughing bout how DAVID BECKHAM IS NOT SIGNING A NEW CONTRACT WITH REAL MADRID, BUT HAS DECIDED TO JOIN L.A GALAXY AND PLAY FOOTBALL IN THE MLS INSTEAD. What utter rubbish, this is crazy. He may be out of fashion at the moment, but he's still hot, and i stand by my word. My name's Victoria after all, so i can testify to his sex appeal. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese first period, don't think i actually said a word to anyone cos i was in such a foul mood. Well, its not like anyone even noticed anyways. Math with Madam R was fast. Then came Social Studies, probably the only semi-decent class of the day. Probably cos i had a good laugh with the psycho fun people within my vicinity. YES, MY SEAT'S BEEN CHANGED. I'm totally isolated from everyone else, seriously. Cheryl's got Chanel in front, Belle, Pam &amp; Meryl all have each other. BUT i've got Elaina, Melissa and Amelia, so its really not that bad. AND Elaina is funny, which makes good entertainment, but not all the time, cos she doesn't really know how to entertain bored people! I wanted to sleep so badly but Mdm A's voice was squawking so loudly, the piercing noise she made was impossible to block out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS! i like (:&lt;br /&gt;Met Mrs M.Lim after eating, and she offered me tickets to another SRT performance. Yay, it makes me happy to know that i still get to go to all these things even though Drama Elect's extinct. Invited Cass, Yan, and Pron. The four of us are going together, just like old times. We'll have fabulous fun, cos i miss DEP so much. Then on our way to the staff room, ran into Mrs HP, and she made me do the NYAA thingy. HAHAHA, but i really miss her! She's such an awesome Math teacher, even though we didn't exactly see eye-to-eye last year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit was okay, don't think Mr JL was very pleased with us. &lt;em&gt;TKAM &lt;/em&gt;ugh! A-Math, and i was the last one to plant my butt into my seat, so Mrs M.Loy made me go down to the G.O to get markers for her. Whatever, i didn't really mind that much anyways. Her lessons are terrible, i don't know half the shit that's going on, even though every single person around me understands her in crystal clear fashion. Fuckkk, i know where i'm dying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rain, ruined my plans. Went Parkway Coffee Bean for food with Cheryl, Chanel &amp;amp; Meryl. IT WAS RAINING SO FUCKING HEAVILY. The pedestrian crossing part was such chaos, HAHAHA. Chanel, you're my saviour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Jolene at Venezia. JOLEEEEEEENE, my gig-going partner, I MISS YOU LOADS. Hahaha, the whole situation was bloody hilarious, if only the four of us weren't so bored and pissy. Cheryl left for bowling, so Chanel, Meryl and i went to MPH to sit down. I always end up there on Friday afternoons! Their so good to talk to when the mood's all subdued and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Meryl after, and my mp3 player died on her. I'm actually considering conforming to the cliche-ness of Apple iPods. My gadget wishlist currently consists of 4 items (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE TIME! (:&lt;br /&gt;i do love my phone, hot pink's the colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4117/1087/320/315131/12-01-07_1115.jpg" border="0" /&gt; NINERS LOVE (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4117/1087/320/177946/12-01-07_1454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chanel&amp;Meryl: the background's cool shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4117/1087/320/31382/12-01-07_1629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me&amp;amp;Meryl: don't get the wrong idea please, thank you very much&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY RACKET NEEDS A NEW GRIP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Victoria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S i haven't given in my OBS form. ohmygod, i'm so screwed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-116860796410240770?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/116860796410240770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=116860796410240770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116860796410240770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116860796410240770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/01/emo-shit-friday.html' title='emo-shit friday'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-116850836513464674</id><published>2007-01-11T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:39:25.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the glory of the unexplainable</title><content type='html'>Oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuckkk.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, combustable-pissed right now, but i can't seem to pin-point my reason for this stupid unexplainable frustration brewing up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the groan and drone of lessons have officially begun. No more self-introductions and fooling around, it's straight down to business. Chem is giving me the Biggest. Headache. Ever. How the fuck am i suppose to memorise SO MUCH CRAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post, cos the long-ass day-to-day dissection one will probably come at the end of the week. Not really in the mood to get into details right now, due to pent-up rage within (see above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thighs are aching so badly, not excruciating pain or anything, but bad enough to stay sore for a few days. Right calf totally cramped up on me while i was doing laps yesterday evening. So i spent the rest of the time stoning in the jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i love tennis (:&lt;br /&gt;Much love and thanks to Georgienne, Pron, Deb Wong, and Charmaine. Okay, now i feel like getting into details. Mrs SS said the tennis coach had to see me hit before she could let me join, so the try-out was done at the school court cos the coaches were coming in for the SST. Gosh, i was so terribly tense and whatnot. Plus, Coach Eric made all the school team players come up and watch too, what the hell. Everything was pretty okay, except that i screwed up my serve. There was only one decent serve among all the other crap ones. Blahh, but he did say that he would recommend me to Mrs SS, so it's a given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that Chem makes my head throb? Oh yes, i already did. Even Physics is a real rocker compared to it, at least Ms ST isn't as bitchy and PMS-y as Miss CSH. When i asked her about the charges of ions or whatever, she was all like, &lt;em&gt;This just proves that you haven't been listening to my lesson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? This just proves that you're not a very good teacher. Oh, and the black skirt she wore today made her ass look twice its size. Heh, i like criticizing the teacher's dress sense. Miss Izrina's irriscindent purple-blue pumps were cool shit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, Ms ST still hasn't returned Tessa her nametag! And i wasn't even wearing it that day, gosh. Guilt + Pressure = not the nicest combination of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakshit, it's raining now. I wanna do laps, dammit. Screw the muscle aches, its therapeutic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night, Daddy took me to go see the doctor. &amp; OMFG, i'm certified fit for OBS. So that means i'm going. No choice, none at all. Ohmygoddd, why?? What if it rains or the hot water runs out? Is there even hot water? Shittt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RachelWong i hate you. I am extremely jealous.&lt;br /&gt;She gets to not go for OBS cos of training + tournament. That is SO unfair. SO SO SO unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god tomorrow's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;And the week's zoomed past once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;br /&gt;-Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I heart the Niners. The Royal Family is LOVE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Genius/ ingenius idea of Belle's. HAHAHA i still think it's ridiculously hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. Damn, we've got to change seats tomorrow. Explaination coming in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-116850836513464674?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/116850836513464674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=116850836513464674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116850836513464674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116850836513464674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/01/glory-of-unexplainable.html' title='the glory of the unexplainable'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-116825147350805398</id><published>2007-01-07T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T02:44:26.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first week's up, and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll leave you kicking and screaming so you can thank us in the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of the new year's practically whizzed past in the blink of an eye. I've gone from being a Fiver for the past two years, to being a Niner now. My class is amazing, really. And it's honestly been a helluva week. I predict this year to be another one in a league of it's own, you should get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve was...weird, but really good. Hit town with Cheryl &amp; Patrina, then took the train down to City Hall cos we wanted to catch the fireworks at the Esplanade, but there was some retard road-block thingy going on. It started raining, and we ran across the bloody padang and stood under this stupid white tent for like, fifteen minutes, next to a tractor. YES, A TRACTOR, oh gosh. After deciding that there was no way in hell we were going to welcome in the new year under a tent in the middle of nowhere, we ran over to parliament house and i got a cab. Headed down to Vivo for Countdown 2007. It was pretty stupid, with all the idol rejects, reality show contestants, and bands incapable of holding a note (i was later told that Lucify sang &lt;em&gt;Over My Head&lt;/em&gt;, which i didn't recognize at all, maybe cos they were trying oh-so-hard). Jonathan Leong did a rather decent rendition of Nickelback's &lt;em&gt;Far Away,&lt;/em&gt; but that's about it. Oh, and all this happened, running across the padang and all, while we were in heels. HEELS, i tell you. My feet were fucking killing me, so much so that Cheryl, Pat and i were wandering around Vivo barefoot after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, killer NYE all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY, the 3rd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was spent sitting on our arses listening to multiple more-than-an-hour long bullshit talks. On the bright side however, my class is pretty darn fantastic. Or at least the people who actually talk are, heh. And they chose the subject reps and whatnot. I'm pure Lit rep, plus we've got Mr JL for Lit, and EVERYBODY WANTS HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;THURSDAY, the 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun and a whole lot more fun. Well, some parts at least. Cheryl, Meryl and i went to school together, courtesy of Cheryl's father. LOST MY NAMETAG, had to wear masking tape across the front of my uniform that screamed "VICTORIA CHAN" in big, black, and bold letters for the world to see. But i wasn't alone, cos Chanel didn't have her nametag too. Went to Sharan's class to visit, and everyone was studiously copying Math cos they had the Lennyphant coming first period. Tessa babe, i'm sorry i got your nametag confiscated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms ST sent me down to the G.O with Nuzul (prefect!) to get masking-taped and to collect the reflections log'07. Tape sucks, seriously. It was non-sticky and kept flying off and ST told me off for sticking it on my desk. She was all like, &lt;em&gt;"Victoria, you've been warned." &lt;/em&gt;What the fuck? Confirmation, my form teacher hates me. Chemistry, had Miss CSH. SHE MADE US DO SELF-INTRODUCTIONS, my gosh. Annabelle, Cheryl and i were having our very own private conversation at the back, when she made us all switch seats with the people in front. After calling on me for talking, i was also told by her to &lt;em&gt;"wipe that smirk of your face."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well. It's only Day 2 and Science teachers officially hate me. It's like i give out danger signals on their radar or something, which is the only way to explain why their always on my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love the area around my seat though, it's got all the totally fun people. I sit in between Annabelle &amp;amp; Cheryl's right, and behind Meryl, who's got Pamela on her right, behind her is Nuzul the Prefect who sits on my right. On the other side of Annabelle is Stephanie, and in front of Cheryl is Chanel, who sits behind Nikki, who's on Elaina's right, i think. Then Melissa sits somewhere nearby, like, within talking distance. Oh, the excitement (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very first Lit class with Mr JL! It was held in the special room, which happens to be AIR-CONDITIONED, how nice. All the pure-history people can rot in our classroom with the heat naturally cranked on full blast. Lit was so good, i had fun, sitting in between Annabelle and Amelia. But we're doing &lt;em&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird &lt;/em&gt;this year, when i'd rather be buried under the Bard and his profound classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Mrs SS today with Georgienne, Annabelle and Charmaine after school. Yay, i'm outta my current CCA, and into tennis (: just need a verbal agreement from Miss Mo aka Momo and it's a done deal. Why, i couldn't be happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY, the 5th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lessons today (:&lt;br /&gt;Field trip to the Discovery Centre, after a class breakfast. Apparently the class breakfast is part of some bonding activity for everyone to get to know each other better. Hahaha, what nonsense. As if some of us didn't already know each other well enough. I had a killer stomachache! Brought brownies, and Ruby brought sushi made by her mother. They were super-deliciously-yummy. Chanel and i cut the brownie cake together, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did many, many things at SDC. Mdm AC said only a minimum of three people per class could go to the toilet, how retarded. Anyways, Meryl and i went, cos we were both terribly urgent. There was a qeue in the toilet, and there were only two functioning cubicles. Can you spell pathetic??! Ms ST came bursting in out of nowhere and shoo-ed everyone out. Oh, i collided with this girl, and my badge broke. So no nametag, no badge, Ms ST wasn't very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched some movie called Adrenaline Rush about sky-divers, and I'M NEVER EATING POPCORN IN MY LIFE. Except maybe the delightful caramel-flavoured ones at The Cathay, but that won't be anytime soon. Felt so terribly deaddddd after the movie, and yet we were still taken on some bus ride through this military cadet school whatever place, it was such a bloody bore. We were all either sleeping or stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SNAPPED A PHOTO OF ANNABELLE AND MERYL GAYING AROUND ON THE BUS RIDE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4117/1087/320/446557/05-01-07_1326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, laugh your ass off at them, why don't you? They look so...incorrect. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Mos Parkway with Cheryl, Meryl, Chanel and Pam for lunch, and we all saw a mutual friend's ex. LOL. The five of us wandered around a little afterwards, before Pam &amp; Chanel left for training. Then Cheryl, Meryl and i went to sit down on the floor in MPH. Utter hilarity, cos Meryl kept bullshitting and whatnot. Hit Popular for nothing, saw Kailing with her mother. Also saw Ruby with her mom at the taxi stand later on.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHOCOLATE MINT ICE-CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY, the 6th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis in the morning, gosh just kill me, why don't you. I was so terribly out of form, it was bloody infuriating. Drama in the afternoon, and my, my, the boys have really grown. Not that their mature or anything, just that we girls lose out on the height stakes without question or doubt. Oh fuck, i wish i were taller. But not like Sharapova-tall, she's 1.88m for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got Ms Evelyn, though i was pretty certain we'd be getting Miss Michelle. But it's all good, cos the class snapped right into our usual friendly banter upon settling into our new room. Ming, i miss you dear, and your sore-throat voice is terribly sexy, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle and i headed down to Parkway after Drama, went Popular to meet Georgienne, bought assessment books. Had lunch at Fish&amp;amp;Co, they make ace fish&amp;chips, i tell you. The food was absolutely TDF. But they had no freeze drinks cos their blender was down, what rubbish. Don't restaurant's normally have more than one blender? Exactly. &amp;amp;&amp; I LOVE GEORGIENNE. Yes, darling, even though you're disowned and all, hahaha. Cheryl called halfway through lunch&lt;em&gt; *insert interesting stuff that everyone already knows but i'm suppose to keep my mouth shut about here*. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, Belle&amp;amp;Gienne forced me to go to the arcade with them to play Daytona (i lost, btw). Cheryl turned up in a murderous mood, complaining of golf and how she felt partially responsible for the break-up and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle, Cheryl, and Meryl ended up coming over to "chill", when actually i think we all just wanted to hear the dirty details. But it was seriously fun, we were all stoning on the deck chairs, and ANNABELLE PUSHED CHERYL INTO THE POOL. Hahaha, to add insult to injury, Cheryl was in golf attire, which according to her, is horribly heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cheryl went back, the three of us trooped over to the grocery shop to buy drinks, before going over to Movieland to check out dvds. I wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Before Sunset, I Always Know What You Did Last Summer, Hard Candy, &lt;/em&gt;and the list goes on. Maybe we'll have a sleepover/movie marathon thingy sometime soon. It'll be no problem at all, since we're alraedy so accustomed to popping over to each other's houses, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with the family to some Korean BBQ place. It sucked, cos i wasn't hungry and the food tasted weird. They also made us wait really long cos they were so under-staffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;October Fall's the LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She checks her watch&lt;br /&gt;It's just past four&lt;br /&gt;She's walking into the liquor store&lt;br /&gt;She's inside out&lt;br /&gt;And quick to dream&lt;br /&gt;With empty pockets she can barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she waits&lt;br /&gt;And she waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on walking by&lt;br /&gt;You can open up their eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll get what's yours in time&lt;br /&gt;So just keep on, wishing&lt;br /&gt;On the stars outside your window&lt;br /&gt;I know my voice will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only change&lt;br /&gt;That comes her way&lt;br /&gt;Are the nickels she finds at the entrance way&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please&lt;br /&gt;Clean up this mess?&lt;br /&gt;Her spilled milk life has stained her dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's on the floor, someone get help (and she waits)&lt;br /&gt;She lost control, then she lost herself (and she waits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on walking by&lt;br /&gt;You can open up their eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll get what's yours in time&lt;br /&gt;So just keep on, wishing&lt;br /&gt;On the stars outside your window&lt;br /&gt;I know my voice will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;I know my voice will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she waits&lt;br /&gt;And she waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on walking by&lt;br /&gt;You can open up their eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll get what's yours in time&lt;br /&gt;So just keep on, wishing&lt;br /&gt;n the stars outside your window&lt;br /&gt;I know my voice will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my voice will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;I know my voice will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SUNDAY, the 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played more crap tennis in the morning, what the hell. Didn't run hard enough, so couldn't take all the cross-court smashes Mummy sent flying my way. Gosh. Tuition, and i felt SO SLEEPY, could only vaguely understand whatever my tutor was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Meixi in town, hit Wheelock and Wisma in search of school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*INSERT HUMILIATING OCCURANCE HERE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought really gorgeous book wraps, but couldn't find my pink Nike bottle. The shops were stocked with this new puke-orange colour, exactly the same shade of the faux-Balenciaga Motorcycle Lariat that someone i know used to carry. I'm serious. But Meixi got a really nice water bottle though. Grabbed coffee and a bite at Starbucks, before heading down to Citylink/Suntec to LOOK FOR A SCHOOL BAG. Bloody futile attempt, but i do love shopping with Meixi. She makes me laugh at the stupidest things (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mummy at Cedele after, went La Senza, stocked up on lingerie/underwear, then cabbed home. Daddy wanted to go for Japanese this time, and again, i so wasn't hungry, plus i didn't feel like going, so stayed at home. BLOGGER'S BEING A BITCH TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i'm so screwed, homework+whatever all undone. Pshh. Hope the Monday blues don't come on too strongly tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;-Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not going for OBS. I don't want to go for OBS. I've got no intentions of going for OBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I'm being serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-116825147350805398?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/116825147350805398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=116825147350805398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116825147350805398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116825147350805398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-weeks-up-and-gone.html' title='the first week&apos;s up, and gone'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38542615.post-116824350222517649</id><published>2007-01-01T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:05:51.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction, and the new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;keep your head still, i'll be your thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year, bitches (:&lt;br /&gt;You know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;New blog, though the old one's still existent.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let the adrenaline start pumping now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38542615-116824350222517649?l=toxicthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/116824350222517649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38542615&amp;postID=116824350222517649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116824350222517649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38542615/posts/default/116824350222517649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com/2007/01/introduction-and-new-year.html' title='introduction, and the new year'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970991151720120286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
