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No it isn't some music video awards acronym. It's my damn long name.
Yes you know you love me, you're far too kind. :)
Warning: Explict content, bimbotic reflections, severe drama.
Think twice, think again.
Alright? You're ready to go. Tralala :)

Hello! Veron, Maybelle, or Alexis, you take your pick. Let's cut the crap :) I'm a Child of God. I demand full attention! Say hello : )
27th of February is not necessarily my favorite day. Dancing is my passion, and Friends are my life.
Being single is the best moments of a girl's life, & i'm serious. But when the right guy comes along, ah, things changes. : )

"I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted."

Current Obsessions:
♥Zeeee!//♥Spongy&Patrick//♥DesperateHousewives//♥MarilynMonroe//♥Cheeseee//♥CLEO//♥Girls'hiphop//

I have really quick mood swings (p/s, ESPECIALLY during PMS)
I have deficit disorder; that's chimalogy for Short Attention Span.
I have exceptionally small eyes (which people tend to notice and comment on A LOT). For the last time: it's GENETIC.

♥ Fuzzy-wuzzy surprises
♥ Glitz & Glamor
♥ Giant carousels
♥ Mathematics & Literature
♥ Cadbury & Ben&Jerry's

I'm attracted to anything that blings.
I find joy in collecting even-numbered movie tickets.
I hate following the boring ol' monochromatic crowd. I don't do the overrated.
I hate bad hair days & zits. It's every girl's nightmare. Gays too.

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry; And I know you do the same things too.
So we're really not that different, me and you.

I'm little whiny, a little bimbotic, and VERY psychotic.
That's three really good reason to shower me with lotsa love & concern,
and you'd better, 'cus I'm rather prone to the waterworks.

They say laughter is the best medicine. I beg to differ.
A second with my silly boy does the trick : )♥
I'm a lukewarm book-lover ♥
I'm a hardcore shopaholic ♥
I'm proud of my scintillating brain :D♥
I'm not perfect. & sadly, no one is. So DON'T discriminate.

With loads of hugs & kisses, that's Veron Maybelle Alexis for you.
Auf Wiedersehen!
That's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it C:

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Mood: "The holiday's over. ALREADY????!"
Music: I Stay In Love - Mariah Carey
Book: Liberty Belle I Love You, Goodbye - Amber Deckers

"I'm too easily irritated, that's my problem - and I blame it on all those teenage hormones whizzing around my system like it's the final lap of the Grand Prix. The fact that my life is as significant as a bowl of mushy peas could also have something to do with it. I was a much nicer person when my life didn't suck."


Other books completed: Confessions of a Serial Kisser; The Witches; Ex-Girlfriends United; Teen Idol; Princess Diaries (To The Nines); The Accidental Wife
(p/s, yes i'm into books these few days : D That's a good sign, ain't?)









People, people, people.....

at the rate you guys are NAGGING at me to post, i don't know if i'm supposed to feel flattered, or pissed.








In case it HASN'T crossed your mind before, a post THIS long and "educational" needs lots of

INSPIRATION,

RESEARCHING,

RESOURCES,

and
TIME.








And it really doesn't help when impatient people starts putting pressure on me.







So really, do me a favor:













































QUIT BUGGIN'.


(This is why i will NEVER take up the job as a journalist or free-lance writer. Or basically, anything to do with meeting a dead-line.)











ANYWAY, here are the birthday pictures I promised : D











































Okay, so most of you have probably heard about the Rihanna-and-Chris Brown scandal. And after all that major whoo-has, they're back together.....




And also,




















I've finally decided to voice out.











Her mind's obviously still wandering about space... =.=

Rihanna certainly deserves someone better than THAT.
So seriously, FORGET ABOUT THAT LOSER.




















Despite the pleas of Chris Brown's father for us to be more forgiving and compassionate, I refuse. For centuries, women has always been suffering more than men. I'm not talking about crazy in-laws, although that's one point to note. What I meant was physically.








So, let's start of with the time of the month for every girl who has gone through puberty.
FYI, it's PERIOD.











Guys DON'T have to deal with all the blood and all that staining-of-skirts crisis and not forgetting the bad cramps (although it gives DOES gives us a good excuse to escape out of PE lessons or sometimes, even school. But, yeah, that's not the point). All guys have to deal with, is an enlarged penis, and a deeper voice.

Talking about enlarged penises, girls boobs do too. So yeah, we're quits on THAT point.
























THEN, we have the time of the night where the soul of a man and ditto of a woman join as one, as they embrace each other and discover the beauty of being naked.
FYI, it's sex.







Men have NOTHING to lose when they have sex. Women have to go through so much pain and soreness during, and after. Personally, I don't find sex interesting or fun in any way. Don't get me wrong, my "flower" is still intact.












=.=|||






And the best part is, about 90% of guys are either inconsiderate or forgetful when it comes to sex. Most of them only care about satisfying their own egoistic pleasure or sexual desires.













And so,















no condoms.



Which results in





































"Honey, I'm pregnant."




At this point of time, the Phua Chu Kang sms joke popped into my mind. For the benefits of those who have never receive it in your whole entire life so far, this is how it goes....

Aloy : Why is making love so enjoyable?

PCK : Aiyah, ah boy, enjoyable because, same like when you dig your nose with your finger mah!

Aloy : Do you think women enjoy sex more than men?

PCK : Of course sex lah! When you dig your nose, your nose feel better than your finger, right?

Aloy : Why do women hate it when they get raped?

PCK : Aiyah! Say, you walk along the road, then someone come over and dig your nose, you like or not? Eh? Don’t play play ah!

Aloy : Why is it a woman cannot have sex when she is having her menses?

PCK : Oie!! If your nose bleeding, you still go and dig meh?? Siao ah! Use your brain!!

Aloy : Why is it most men don’t like wearing condoms when they are making love?

PCK : Eh, when you dig your nose ah, you like to dig with a glove on your finger or not? Not the same shiok feeling mah. Correct or not?

Aloy : Why is making love carried out in private?

PCK : Ah boy, use your brain!! You go and dig your nose in front of your whole class is it?? Stupid lah!!

How typical of Singaporeans, comparing sex to nose digging. Tsk tsk.






MOVING ON....





















NEXT, we have the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle, whereby a wonderment grows inside a woman for 9 whole months.

FYI, it's pregnancy.








Now, i'm not going to put the blame on the champion sperm, or the unborn feotus, cus being one, I'm rather thankful of the fact that I was given a chance to live on this planet called Earth (it would have been better if I was born in some other country... but, yeah, this is how it is. It's like one of those egg-machine thingies - you can't choose what you get. I think people call it 'Destiny').











My point here is, men DON'T have to go about living their lives feeling severely obese for nine whole bloody months. And, they can continue wearing nice designer clothing while the poor very-pregnant wives have to wear cheap, elastic, baggy, over-sized AUNTIE clothing. They most sickening thing is that, men don't even seem to appreciate the extra opportunity to wear good stuff, cus all I see is still coloured skinny jeans and horrible striped polo shirts. -gags-













Have i mentioned the fact that women are stereotyped more often than men?? In case you haven't realized, jokes about blondies and brunettes are about FEMALE blondies and brunettes. Whatever happened to MALES with naturally colored hair?? And what is wrong with the world?????? Like come on, judging people based on HAIR COLOR????? :O



I wouldn't be surprised if people started making up jokes on people with black hair. (Yes, I was referring to Singaporeans.) But on second thoughts, they already have. What's with all that 'Typical Singaporeans', 'Kiasu, Kiasi' phrases........















And how about the fact that priorities are given to MEN instead of WOMEN, even though WOMEN are as good, or sometimes, even BETTER?? People like Queen Elizabeth and Chinese Empress Wu Zetian are the exception, and are what keeps the fighting spirit in females living. Like, hello, even the POPE has to be a guy?????













And on top of all that, women still have to go through all the unnecessary abuses and obey the commands of men. In this case, Rihanna was ASSAULTED by Chris Brown, when she was just showing her displeasure over some slut who was apparently flirting with her beau. What? So she was supposed to go "I'm so proud of you, darling. You're so irresistible, so much so, that slut face has to flirt with you. *blink blink blink* Keep up the good work and keep bringing those paparazzi in, we'll be famous in no time at all! Hey, do you think this will bring us more money? Oh my darling, you're the best guy one can ever ask for *blink blink blink*...." Erm, no. THAT is just making a mockery out of the females all over the world.















It's not that women have to DOMINATE the world or something to make people like me shut up. I think girls who are into all that "GIRL-POWER, HEE HEE HEE HEE" shit are totally immature. They remind me of Powerpuff Girls, only, grosser, and definitely not cute.












No. What I'm trying to say here is that women deserves as much as men do. And that includes the golden R word.




























RESPECT.

(fine, it's not golden. You can't blame me! There isn't a GOLD font color!!!!)















For one thing: without women, there would even be men.
Happy in-vitro fertilizing with two sperms ^^
Oh and what? Is the poor baby gonna come out of your SHIT HOLE or are you gonna poke another hole specially it's entrée into the world? ^^

































But even though it's tough being a woman, I'm still proud to be born a female.















OH, this reminds me of something, which would remind you of a phrase that goes something like

CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT.



For the one and last time i'm saying this for this year,























































I am NOT attached.

See that magical word there?
Well, screw that into your brain till the next 2 years or so.











And if you were one of the few imbeciles who THOUGHT i was, you've really underestimated me.













One thing my uncle told me recently which i feel COMPELLED to share with you guys..

"What you need to know, as a near-woman now, is that life's going to be hard for you. Life's hard for all women. But not to worry, because all you need to do is FOCUS, and the world is yours. The most important lesson is to NEVER believe in the words 'I Love You'. That, is just BULLSHIT. As a man, I tell you: the guy who says he loves you, heah, he just wants something out of you. Don't be naive."







And yes, that came from my own UNCLE.
Funny coming from him, but very enlightening.















It irks me a lot when people DON'T actually understand me, and yet pretend as if they do. Like who do you think YOU are?

















I know it's cliché to say things like 'nobody understands me', but seriously, no one does. They say that nobody can understand you better than yourself, but then there's this thing with not understanding yourself sometimes. Humans are so unpredictable. Which is fine with me, cus it makes life so much more interesting cus there's something to look forward to everyday.





























The holidays has ended, when i haven't even switch to the 'Holiday' mood. This is the thing about holidays: before it actually STARTS, it has ended. And this is what i call cheating of our (the poor students) feelings.
















Anyway, i've kept myself rather busy for the whole week, what's with SYF coming right up. My whole body's aching like never before, I swear. : S


Apart from dancing, i've caught movies : )

























I've shopped,
till my freaking card reached it's limit, and for the first time ever, failed me.

























I've met up with some friends,
yeah, the retarded ones ^^

















and i even went ice-skating, for the first time in my life! : O














I did pretty fine, probably due to the fact that i can skate.

























But as for my friend,














































I can't say the same thing.....................













































































































So yeah, as I was saying, i did manage to ice-skate, despite a few bumps now and then.
And trust me, you don't know how IRRITATING and INFERIOR it was to see all the little kids doing stunts that seems almost IMPOSSIBLE to do. I guess it's all about the "Centre of Gravity".



























ANYWAY, to my horror, this was what i saw the next morning..............







































































































All in all, I think my 1 week was rather well spent. : )
Not to mention the fact that I've got ample rest.














































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The last time I posted on boobies, I've gotten my inspiration from Biology.
So today, it shall be Chemistry. That is,


























chemical bonding : D


















For starters, I guess I shall give you guys a rough idea what an Ionic and Covalent bonding is.


In ionic bonding a metal gives an electron to an atom which needs extra electrons. This causes both atoms to be charged and stable. One has a positive charge (it has more protons than electrons) and the other a negative charge. This causes an attraction between the atoms. Say, for example Sodium Chloride (Sodium + Chlorine).






















Covalent bonding occurs in ceramics, glass, wood and other organic materials. When atoms bond using covalent bonding, instead of giving away an electron fully, the atoms share electrons in their outer shell creating full shells for both.


Credits to Blueprint : )




























Got the theory?




























Well then, here comes Veron's theory : D
Introducing, the Chemistry of Life and Love ~ ^^



























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We are all like atoms, with the need to either give away electrons (i.e. to love someone) or to take in electrons (i.e. to be loved).



















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Life is pretty much boring and pathetic when you're just an molecule (i.e. Alone). A mixture is just superficial, cus separating the two substances is as easy as mixing them (i.e. Wrongly assumed Other Half). Only when you've found that one, special other atom who has exactly what you need to make you complete, you're then chemically joined to him/her for what seems like eternity, and things only get shaky when placed in very, very high or low temperature (i.e. Great crisis). But even so, when the temperature returns to room temperature), it's back to square one again. You can say that it's almost inseparable.


















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As the theory of covalent bonding significantly shows,
it's all about compromising, give-and-take. ^^























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Sometimes you have more than one special person in your life....




























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And sometimes, even more than two....






































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The important thing is that,
your one other half somewhere out there.
And until the day you find that other half, no matter how hard you try to cover it up,
you're incomplete.






























Isn't that beautiful??????





















As a Literature student, I think it is.
I can't help but feel proud with myself.









Unfortunately, all my friends laughed away when I told them about it.....























=.=
-sulk-



















Like seriously, if I were to invent something really great, they wouldn't even know that it's great till it's up on display at departmental stores.

















I'm into philosophies,



while they are into Sang Nila Utama and Longitude & Latitude.























I like expressing,



while they apparently like memorizing.

























I like freestyle,




while they like down-to-earth.






And this is probably why i'm taking Lit, while the rest of them are taking History or Geography. I used to like History in Secondary 1. But then I started hating it the second year, cus my teacher sucked, and it was all about the history of Singapore. Seriously, I don't really care about how we gained independence, or the fact that we once merged with Malaysia (or rather, Malaya)...... so long as this country is safe to live in, I'm happy. And, for goodness sake, I don't want to know WHY we're such a safe country to live in. Don't preach to me!





























As for Geography, I've never fancy it. I'm not much of an environmentalist, I love cabs, I hate the heat here in Singapore, I DON'T wanna know why it's so hot in Singapore, I DON'T care about tides and mountains and rock, so that pretty much explains why I don't fancy Geog.


















Come to think of it, I'm rather self-centered.












I don't really care about the things or people around me, unless it directly affects me.





Like, I care about the clothes I buy, the shoes I wear, the bags I see (and must own),
but I don't care about where my money comes from.
























Okay, fine, that wasn't a really good example, considering the fact that I am a rather compulsive shopper.







I just HAVE to spend money when I'm out, or I'll feel uneasy.




When I go to a particular shopping mall, I'll feel as if I'm neglecting the shops if I don't enter them, particularly the ones that I always go to.



For example, Vivo. The primary shops (a.k.a. Enter, or Die) are Forever 21, Pull & Bear, River Island, Top Shop, and Warehouse. Then comes the secondary shops, (a.k.a. Enter Only If Time Permits) which is basically the remaining shops.








On average, I spend 175 bucks on a normal outing. WITH the intention of shopping, I can spend a mimum of 150 bucks, to a maximum of..... well, ..... nil. Even WITHOUT the intention of shopping, I can spend a 100.
























Which is why my mom always loves to remind me that my future husband has to be financially stable, because at the rate i'm spending, my own paycheck isn't enough to cover up for all my expenditures.


True, true.








But seriously, you can't blame me for spending.

Now that it's the recession period, all the more you SHOULD buy. Cus no one's buying anything, so prices would drop everywhere, and things are exceptionally cheap. This is a great time to shop! Well, apart from the Great Singapore Sale.










Alright, enough about myself : )
This week, I shall talk about










plastic surgery....



























I have no idea why i'm so fascinated with bizarre things.













And no,



































i'm not a sadist.
Thank you very much : )









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One thing about plastic surgery is that












it's a form of being DISHONEST.
With yourself, and with others.
and everyone knows, dishonesty is the root of problems.




















See, even though you have weird body parts like

































You know something?































This is what makes you YOU.
It's what makes you who you are.













Heck about all the other pretty or handsome people around you.
You don't have what they have, so deal with it.
But, at the same time, THEY don't have what YOU have either.
Hey, you can't get everything...
















And that is what makes Clint Clint, or what makes Amy Winehouse Amy Winehouse.




There isn't another in the world who can LOOK like you, or DO the things you can do.





















Guess what?
People don't hire you for looks. People hire you for talents.
If you're.....say..... Paris Hilton. Pretty, rich, and..... i don't know... girlie???









BUT
you can neither sing, nor act, nor dance,
















in other words,
you're nothing but a bloody bimbo






































No one could care less about you.
















Yeah, she's famous.
But hey, don't forget,














































for all the WRONG reasons.

so what's the point...?














Look at Amy Winehouse.
Yes, no doubt, "what's with the eyeliner????!" and "f'hat f'if her f'eef ???!",
but hey, you can't deny the fact that she can sing.



















my point is, these 'ugly' people are famous.
Marty was an English writer, comedian, and even an award winning actor, Clint won some MTV award, the mini-waist lady and big-thumb guy made it into a world record....... and so on!





and it's not like they accomplished it while hiding their flaws.














So really,




















define UGLY.

Is "UGLY" really all about looking weird, having a missing tooth, or having an extra finger?




































Or is "UGLY" about letting your flaws get the better of you?









How many times have you said "my hair is ugly!" or "i look fat in this shirt!" or "my fingernails are gay!" ??
And, how many times have you let the insults of others make you feel unhappy?






































Some people resort to plastic surgery to make them feel perfect.
I really, really, really cannot express how STUPID i think it is.













Why PAY to look like someone else,
when you, as a unique individual, are PRICELESS?


















This is just the way you are. So ACCEPT that fact.
Believe me, plastic surgeons don't really care if you look pretty or not after the surgery.
All they care is about sucking money out from your pockets by making use of your flaws.
And people just BLINDLY fall for that trick.
Look at the disastrous results of SOME:




































The WORST reason to undergo plastic surgery is to IMPRESS or ATTRACT people.
Know something?




























What these people like you for, is for who you AREN'T.
How ironic.
















The richer, prettier, more famous you are, and as a matter of fact,
the more VISIBLE you are,
the lesser friends you have.









On the contrary,
the more INVISIBLE you are,
the better friends you have.
Because these are the people who saw you when you were invisible.
They don't love you for what you are, but love you for who you are.
They aren't your friends because they want something out of you, but because they genuinely want to care for you.
And these are the people who've seen the worst of you, yet stay by your side, and you know that by the end of the day, no matter what happens, they will be there.










This is one of the reasons why i don't really care about how i look in school.
Like, for goodness sake, it's SCHOOL.
How pretty do you wanna look in SCHOOL UNIFORM???
(not to mention the fact that it's Holy Innocents' High School's school uniform. -snorts-)
And besides, it's an EDUCATIONAL school where you go to GAIN KNOWLEDGE and EXPAND YOUR BRAIN.
It's not Runway or anything, where everyone's basically a bimbo.







And yeah, my form teacher (Ms Koh) said it's no point looking pretty in school, cus there aren't any GUYS to attract anyway. I couldn't agree more. Even if you DO attract guys in school,

























it's nothing to be proud of. SERIOUSLY.







Thinking about it, pretty girls in school are often labeled nasty stuffs, even though they aren't.
You know, jealousy.
Why go through the bother and attract stupid problems to yourself??







So,



































HECK!






And then there's that other thing about old people getting Botox to eliminate wrinkles.


What goes up must come down?



































HAH. Think again.









AGE, is just about the few things on Earth that only goes UP, yet NEVER comes down.
It's like, the price to pay for an admission ticket to life on Earth.
See, living on Earth, we don't pay with money. Literally, we pay with our lives.
And this is the one thing we cannot cheat in.










If you're old,
THEN BEHAVE LIKE YOUR AGE.




















If you're, say, 60. Full of wrinkles, no doubt.
Even if you get thousands of freaking Botox injected, you're still 60.






No Robert Pattinson or Tom Cruise is gonna look at a hag.
DUH.




























And with the amount of time wasted visiting surgeons,
in no time at all, you're 61.
Then 62.
Then 63.
Then 64.
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and then,
before you know it,













































you're dead.












And what have you done or accomplished in your life that's actually worth commenting?










Er,







try applying for "Nothing".
Man, you totally ACE that subject. Congratulations!













If I knew i only have a few more years to live, or even months, or days,
well, yeah, i'll cry on first reaction.




But then, i'll start doing something that's actually MEANINGFUL.
Like, come on, it's your last few days on Earth before you check out and NEVER to return to again. It's not that you don't want to, it's that you CAN'T.




It's just like going on a holiday, say, a trip to Italy, or France, or Paris, or Melbourne, or whatever, you-name-it.
With a week there, and knowing that you've spent the first 3 days at the hotel, enjoying the spa facilities, you're left with 4 days... You don't spent the remaining 4 days in the hotel doing the enjoying the same old boring spa facilities that you've done so many times, even though it's like, part of your every-day routine already. It's precisely because of the fact that you've done it for so many times already, you've gotta STOP. And so, you spend your last 4 days going on a city-tour, doing some shopping, sight-seeing, enjoying the scenery, taking pictures, yadda yadda yadda. On the last day, you leave the country without regrets.











So it's the same with life. Like, if i were to die in a few weeks time due to some terminal illness, i'll go to school with the WRONGEST uniform just to piss some shit-heads off. Cus you know what? They can issue me as many detention tickets as they want to, but i'm gonna die in a few days times, so really, why should i give a damn? By the time they come chasing after me to complete my detention hours, I'm already DEAD, for goodness sake. And these are the kind of things you don't get to do when you're still gonna live for the next 20 years or so, because it's the birth of hell for you, which you can only escape from when you graduate.











OR,
i'll travel around the world and spend every single cent i have, because when i die, i don't get to bring the money with me anyway, so what's to leave behind?







Same goes to old people. The only twist is that, you don't know how long more until your expiry date. But that's no excuse.
































Plastic Surgery is a form of fashion.
And like i said the last time,
imitation is the highest form of flattery;
it is better to be admired then to admire.
























Credits to Oddee : )












I've joined Nuffnang Singapore.
I don't really know what's that all about,
but Cherine said i should insert it into my blog and try it out.
I don't even know how it works! : O
So, my dear readers, based on your blog-hopping profession's knowledge,
just do whatever it is to support MOI : D


























Till next time,