June 27th [Mon]

I can't focus today. I don't care about school. I don't care about training. I don't care about the school nats. I don't care about riding. I don't care about the Good Charlotte concert I wanna go to so much. I don't care about whether I get kicked out of the swim team for slacking so much. I don't care if lao shi's gonna send me for remedial. I don't care if I go straight to detention in one more booking. I don't care about whether we get the SL skit done in time, and how. I don't care about my EL rep duties. I don't care about my friends. I don't care about my family. I don't care about my dog.
Just in this one moment, I won't care.

I'll just sing Overdrive to myself, over and over and over again, like some loser Idol wannabe.

I'm cherry-cola.
I'm candy-eyed.
I'm California.
My mind's all screwed and upside down,
But my heart's on overdrive.

I don't care,
I won't care.

June 26th [Sat]

Today I'm gonna be spending the whole of this afternoon painting nails of screaming 3/4 year olds pink or purple or baby blue at my cousin's birthday party. I wonder why I even bother. They probably are incapable of sitting still for just three seconds anyways.

I swam for the first time in about 2 weeks yesterday. Obviously, it sucked. Need I say more? The competition's got me all jittery.

My dad's still bugging me to try on this watch he wants to get for my mum. And when yesterday I didn't want to eat dinner cos I was too effing full, he starting sqawking about how I 'shouldn't be going on a diet', and I should 'not waste food'. Firstly, I am not on a diet. Secondly, I did tell Ellen I didn't want dinner, but did she listen? Nooooo. And lastly, I don't see why he has to ask for my opinion when buying a 15k watch when he won't even let me judge for myself whether I'm hungry or not. Jeesh.

My life stinks man.

June 21st [Tues]

Yes. Just when you thought you'd finally recovered from the brain damage of reading my whimsical blabberings, I'm back with even more.

Tasmania was... okay. Not that spectacular, not that awful.
There's not much to do there, really. It's all about the scenery. Now, don't get me wrong, it was really pretty and all. But there are only that many times one can actually express a genuine interest in some rock formations and open space, especially when they happen to only be accessible via long, nauseatingly winding roads. So once you've covered Cradle Mountain and the King Solomon Caves, Frecynet and Hobart aren't very noteworthy at all. You see one mountain, you've seen 'em all. No biggie.
I reckon [Oh yes, by the way, you can't spend 8 days in Tassie without picking up some slang, eh mate?] the only attraction which did the word the barest justice was Port Arthur. Now that was the day. A 19th century prison complete with its own horror hospital and asylum has some sort of appeal about it. Pitchblack punishment cells with no windows, 4 locked doors and meter thick walls, hospitals in which amputations were carried out with no anesthetic in ten minutes with sticking needles, prisoners forced to remain silent for years on end, their very own 'Isle of the Dead'. Freaky, eh?
Pity we couldn't stay the night for their Historic Ghost Tour, cos we only went there on our last day. Jeesh. That would have been the highlight, alright.

So now I'm back in sunny Singapore. And this may seem seriously out of point, but I'm loving the weather. I thought my fingers would never regain feeling. Tasmania was cold.
Traveller Tips for Tasmania:
-Try the seafood! (= Seriously diggin' it.
-Go to 'Tasmazia'. It's this lavender farm cum pancake palace cum world's largest maze complex. Yknow, like those towering grass hedges right out of Harry Potter IV. And while you're there, try a 'Wildboar Loose In The Feedshack' from the pancake palace. You'll never look at cream the same way again.
-Go to Port Arthur!
-Go on the Anver's Chocolate Tour.
-Be prepared for hours and hours of driving.
-And if you're driving, don't bother with taking the 'scenic routes'. Why? Cos a) the 'scenic routes' aren't much scenic to begin with. And b) the highway is twice as fast, and doesn't wind till your head spins.
-Skip Launceston. Boring!
-Save the shopping til the Melbourne airport, where you transit. The shopping scene is Tasmania is like, zilch.

June 12th [Sun]

I love Screwed.
I know, I know, Paris is a materialistic bitch, but the lyrics are amazing.
I mean, seriously. Listen to them. They're real, man.

Last post before Tasmania. Somehow or other I really want to go, but I'm also a teensie bit reluctant to leave. I desperately need an escape now, but it's just not the point, if I'm gonna be going with my family, yknow?
No. I don't you know.

Ahh. Well, here're my resolutions for these 8 days:
1st: Do not, under any circumstances, put on anymore than 1kg, despite the chocolate tour.
2nd: Don't argue with parents, or keep all arguements to the barest minimum. The last thing I need is for the trip to be spoilt by another piss-off.
3rd: Don't surface my boredom, even if all we do is wine taste, and I get bored to the point of brain-paralysis. Be polite. [You see, we're not the only family on this trip. There are 2 more, both friends since I was born or something.]

Those resolutions should be sufficient to keep me checked enough for the holiday.
Oh, and check back on the 21st.

Screwed

Let's start it up again
You're under my skin
Same old story
Boy meet girl
And she falls much harder than him
Baby where's the glory?

If all night
All night
You're attention's not mine

Then let's start it up again
You're under my skin
It's a sin
Cos you're starting to win

Since I'm already screwed
Here's a message to you
My heart's wide open
And I'm just looking through
To the lover in you
And I'm still hoping
That tonight
Tonight
You're gonna turn down the lights
And give me a little more room
Just to prove it to you
What do I gotta do?

Just push her aside
She's not your type
So cliched when
A boy falls under the spell
Of a woman from hell
It's hard to take cause

Tonight
Tonight
You could've found out I might
Have been the girl of your dreams
Baby you might've seen
What it means
To really be free

Since I'm already screwed
Here's a message to you
My heart's wide open
And I'm just looking through
To the lover in you
And I'm still hoping
That tonight
Tonight
You're gonna turn down the lights
And give me just alittle more room
Just to prove it to you
What do I gotta do?

Tell me that you do
Tell me that you do
Tell me that you wanna take my number
There will come a day
A hazy day in May
Or a storm in mid-December
When you need someone
Just to have a little fun
Then I could be the perfect girl for you to run

June 11th [Sat]

My mum is driving me crazy.
She nags and nags and nags the whole friggin day, Victoria go practice your piano, Victoria have you finished your homework, Victoria this Victoria that.
Then after tuition she made me walk to the hair salon, cos she couldn't come and pick me as she was busy straightening her hair. Normally, I wouldn't have minded, but hello, I've been begging her to let me straighten my hair for like 6 months and she refuses, then now she goes and does it for herself?! How bout some equality, eh?
Then I protested, obviously, and she started going on about my being 'vain' and 'wasting her money'. I fail to see the connection. And she replied, don't talk like that to me, so fine, I ignored her the whole day. Jeesh. It's effing annoying.
So that's why I'm using my phone to send this to my email, so I can quickly copy and paste it when she goes out walking the dog.

Suddenly, the prospect of 8 days in Tasmania with that nag isn't so inviting anymore.


This is the last of illusions
This is the final trace of innocence
If I'm caught in the middle
I know it will be the end of me

Toxic

Baby, can’t you see
I’m calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It’s dangerous
I’m fallin’

There’s no escape
I can’t hide
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You’re dangerous
I’m lovin’ it

Too high
Can’t come down
Losing my head
Spinning ‘round and ‘round
Do you feel me now

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You’re toxic
I’m slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic

It’s getting late
To give it up
I took a sip
From my devil's cup
Slowly
It’s taking over me

Too high
Can’t come down
It’s in the air
And it’s all around
Can you feel me now

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You’re toxic
I’m slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
Don’t you know that you’re toxic

Taste of my lips and having fun

I’m intoxicated now
I think you’ll love it now
I think I’m ready now
I think I’m ready now
I’m intoxicated now
I think you’ll love it now
I think I’m ready now

June 8th [Wed]

I am bored stiff.
There is absolutely nothing whatsoever to blog about.
Zero. Zip. Zilch.
Having a blog isn't much use if you have nothing to fill it up with.
As demonstrated.

As such, to fill up my time and make this post the teeniest bit more interesting, I shall- ehh... Write a weather description. (:
Eeeeks. Am I bo-liao or what?

The bleak outlines of an apartment building stood out in stark contrast, every angle vivid against the vague, jaded backdrop of sky. The only rift in the stale clouds closed, a scar healing at unnatural speed, muting the vibrant sunlight to a meek pastel, filtering uncetainly through the turbid suffocation.

LOL.

Blog Update

Check out the link at the bottom of the '.addiction' column.
A little interactive goodie for y'all.

You were bound to find out sooner or later anyways.
Enjoy. (:

June 7th [Tues]

Swimming costume.
Costume.
A costume for a girl who has to pretend.
Who has to pretend that she enjoys swimming.

June 6th [Mon]

Trained this morning, and jiao lian bullied me all the way. I'm a breastroker, hello, I can't keep up with the freestylists for god's sake. Gosh.
And I cut my hair. Mmmm. It looks nice lol. o.O But the stylist took a loong time. And she got kinda pissed with me cos I kept moving while smsing. Ooops. But we got it done in the end so ya.

Oh oh and there's this totally fabulous website. www.crush007.com Ahh! LOL had a seriously fun time fooling David. Haha I can't believe he fell for it. But then again, Jiyin did it to me and I fell for it too. Sheesh. So malu. =P

WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAS!
*wink wink at David*
Don't worry, my lips are sealed. (=

-for now. LADEEDA...

31 Questions

AGE? 13 and counting

SCHOOLS YOU ATTENDED? Gracefields Kindergarten. RGPri. RGSec.

WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR CELLPHONE? Well. It's my eye. (= I took it in nightmode so it's black and white and no I didn't download it. Eeeks I look as if I have no eyelashes.

DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT? Not particularly. Jiyin slept over so we talked up till around 11+ and then we zonked out cos we were both beat. And then my mum woke me up at 7 for training.

FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING WHEN YOU WOKE UP? 'Oh damn I've gotta train.' Well, you asked! o.O

WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE? My phone. My alarm clock. My zen micro. My dog. My air purifier-thingamajig. A glass of water.

EVER TRIED TO SKIP MEAL? Well I tried. That's not to say I actually succeeded.

GRILLED OR FRIED? Grilled. I think.

WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE TO OTHERS? Ehh. I'm ME! (= Okayy that was ego.

ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? LOL yeaa! I can't stand it when you think like, someone's watching me, and I cant see through the darkness. Nevermind.

FAVOURITE HANGOUT? Mmmm. Depends. Paragon when I'm feeling high. GWC when I wanna go catch a movie. In HiPop when I'm feeling hyper. Hahas. In my bed when I'm feeling lazy. On the phone when I'm feeling bored.

3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT? Me, myself and I. LOL.

FIRST THING YOU WILL BUY IF GIVEN 1 THOUSAND DOLLARS? We-ell. I'd go cd-shopping since my mum is willing to buy me anything but cds. Grr.

FAVORITE SONG WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPY? Britney Spears' (I got that) Boom Boom. Nice and jumpy and loud to wake me up. (=

WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? People/things with glowing yellow eyes. [Except that Night Safari logo, that's just retarded.] Doing badly in school. Losing face. When I'm at the top of the rock wall and the stupid velcro and my harness slips: it's super freakish. I though I was gonna fall.

ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER? 65% taker lol. I think.

WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES? Vic-ting. VT. Ting-a-ling. Vic. Vicky. Tai-tai. o.O

WHAT IS YOUR DAD'S MIDDLE NAME? Chinese name? Ing Ming. LOL Ting Ing Ming. I'm serious.

MOST RECENT MOVIE THAT YOU WATCHED? Madagascar. It was kinda spastic. Not fantastic.

INVISIBLE FOR A DAY, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Hehh go play pranks on all the people who bug me.

STUCK ON A DESERT ISLAND & COULD HAVE ONLY ONE KIND OF FOOD FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Wait. If I were stuck on a desert island where would I get the ingredients and where would I cook the food? -.-"" Nvm. I like laksa.

FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL? I don't exactly pay attention to commercials, but I like that adidas one, you know, where those thousands of people are chasing after the single ball. Yes. The screen shot was SUPER-DUPER cool.

IF YOU'LL DIE TOMORROW, WHAT WILL YOU DO? Spend all my money. Have the time of my life. Break all the rules. Announce my crush. Run around in the rain barefoot. Eat like crazy.

FIRST THING YOU'LL SAVE IN A FIRE? Me. Cos if I didn't save myself how could I save someone else- I'd die in the fire with them. -.-""

YOUR EYE COLOUR? Black I suppose.

WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS BRING? Handphone. Wallet+cash.

WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? A brain surgeon. Don't ask why.

WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK TURNS 7 AM? I'm in the car on the way to school. Or I'm waking up for training. Or I'm SLEEPING! (=

THE COLOUR OF YOUR BEDSHEET? Pastel Pink. LOL my mum bought those.

WHO DO YOU WANT TO MEET? Ciara. She's cool. Eminem. He's a loving father. (= And his lyrics crack me up. Fergie from BEP. She has abs! o.O Kylie Minougue. And wish her a speedy recovery. (= Jojo. Slap her in the face, I think she's fake.

HOW'S LIFE? We-ell, I'm surviving, so it can't be that bad, right?

June 2nd [Thurs]

Yes, so I'm brand-concious.
Yes, so I'm materialistic.
Yes, so I'm a bitch.

And do you dare say you aren't? So I buy DKNY originals. And you show off your imitations. Would you consider that to be as bad, not so bad, or even worse?

You really don't have to tell me I'm a bitch, cos if you're doing it, it just goes to show how a true bitch acts.

No names on this blog. You know who you are.

June 1st [Wed]

Had a first-aid course in school today.
Spent 9 hours in the hall memorising the signs, syptoms and treatments for burns, wounds, shocks, strokes, heat exhaustion, fainting, asthma, animal bites, poisoning, blah-de-blah, you name it, we learnt it.
The plus side is that I finally learnt how to perform CPR on a dummy.
The minus side is, why the hell would I want to learn how to perform CPR on a dummy?
Notice I said 'perform CPR on a dummy', not 'perform CPR'. That's cos I doubt I'm ever gonna have to perform CPR on someone who's head and torso combined weigh less than 5kg, has no limbs whatsoever to speak of, and get this - is called Little Anne. And they wanted it to be 'realistic'. Uh-huh.
And we were tested. Seriously tested. On how we carried out CPR, I mean. And also on how we acted in some warped scenarios, where, co-incidentally, you forever had a first-aid kit so conveniently available, and on first-aider's theory. Hurr.
And the weirdest bit- I actually passed all 3 tests.

o.O