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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:
Music: Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson
Book: -


My phone is currently vibrating like nuts from all the incoming messages.
I can't be bothered to try and send any out.....


Yes yes yes, Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year to all of you too.
Hugs and kisses, muack muack muack. :-*




Now could we get on with life?:O






Recently, I've been busy with work, and PSL camp...




Let's start of with work, shall we?:)




Job number 1:



Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm,
if you guys have been following me on Twitter,
you would have known I've been tagging New Year cards for the past few days.




And yes bitches,
while you're slogging away at some faraway land, earning moolah per HOUR,
here I am,
having fun at home (yes, they send the cards to me, and I work in the comforts of my own home), getting paid per CARD.
B-)
SUCK ON THAT!♥♥♥♥






Currently I've tagged about 7000 cards (plus minus) in all,
which is pretty amazing,
like wow, how efficient of me,
completing my job wayyyyyyyyyy before the deadline.
But anyway, I'm left with about, another 2000 to go?
Easy peasy,
this is Veron Maybelle Alexis you're talking to yoh! ;-)






Moving on to job number 2:
(no peekture)
Wallet Linc sales assistant. :)



I'm working on and off at the branch at Ang Mo Kio,
and I think I'll be working on till June next year. :S
I know, it's a crazy idea, what's with O-levels round the corner.
But, I believe I'll be fine luh:)




So, do make my life easier,
bring lotsa moolahs,
and pop in on Saturdays! ;-)
-xoxo-





But anywhoos,
life as a sales assistant's gotta be the most boring thing ever. Honestly.
When there's sales, yeah okay, I'm up and about in a moment.
And I like rushing about the store, entertaining customers and finding new stocks from the drawers.... the feeling's professional.
You know, pro-fessional. Me. :D


And like,
yeah, with my personality, it isn't really a problem clinging on to customers and persuading them that they need to WANT, or want to NEED a new wallet or bag, even though most of the time that ain't the case, but, whatever.
It has its own fun-package,
but, the feeling of people walking out on you isn't really nice.
Sometimes I wonder if it's the shop, the wallet, or just ME.
People tend to give the "WHOA! SHOP ASSISTANT ALERT! STAND BACK!!!!!!" reaction whenever I approach them.
(speaking of which, how ironic huh, the beyotch's actually entertaining people with much initiation. clap clap -snorts-)


Like hellooooooooo,
do I stink????
Rhetorical question.
For the record, NO I DO NOT STINK. I repeat, NUH-UH!




And I really hate it when people walk in and out in a hurry.




Like, HELLOOO, WHAT'S THE HURRY DAMMIT?!




What an insult to all the oh-so-beautiful wallets over there.
Thank goodness I'm just the sales assistant (as if it isn't bad enough) and not the wallets.
I think I'll just burst out crying..
Oh what a sight.
Can you imagine a freaking wallet crying????






All in all,
if you think it's easy money,
think again.
Job number 2 wears me out both physically AND mentally.
And that's double the suckiness, mind you.







There are many job opportunities being thrust in my way, (thrust...drama mama... pfft)
like Alicia asked if I wanted to join this modelling agency thingo
and
Shirley asked if I wanted to be a telephone operator (SERIOUSLY! I'm pretty interested in this..)






but I think juggling about 2 jobs is more than enough for a girl like me. :)




On the contrary to popular beliefs,
I do not work for the money.
And I hate it when people say I'm money-driven, because that isn't the case.
It's like you THINK you know me, when you DON'T actually, and then you make me up to be something you THINK I am. That's just childish. -rolls eyes-






I don't need the money.
Literally, I work to kill time.
Not that I have a lot of time to kill, as what Zee loves to say.
And sometimes, though I hate to admit it, he's pretty right.
Like right now at this point of time,
I've not completed all my sciences' ten-year-series.........
which is a lot.




Hey you know something?
ID-EAAAAAA comin' up~
I can hire people to do my homework! :O:O:O:D
Now, now,
what a fabulous idea. ;-)








As for PSL camp,
my twitter says it all.
I will consider elaborating when I get my group peekture :)
You know, I need a source of inspiration before I can pour my heartfelt words out okay.
I am NOT poetically pathetic.




One important thing I've learned:

First impression,



SUCKS.



It's the most inaccurate judgment ever, trust me.





And thank goodness for that,
because my group mates turned out to be the most psychotic bunch of people, ever.
Me, LIKEEEEEEE!:D♥♥



Lesson number two:
do NOT stereotype people.
So okay, I'm taking 2 Hope next year.
Do NOT laugh.





People are like "whoa, good luck to you man" and giving pitiful looks...
genuine, or sarsasm,
I would like to reinforce my point that I am Veron Maybelle Alexis,
if anyone's gonna WORK that class, it's me.
-inhale, exhale-




I'll be fine.










That may have been a statement of self-denial, or reassurance on my part,
but neither will I die.
That's Veron Maybelle Alexis for you. ;-)
(damn I love my name!:D)





Wow, wow, wow, check these out (!!!!)
Clearly, Christmas trees made from leaves are overrated:























One last one........
this one's super mouth-watering (well, partly cus I'm starving right now...)
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Hahahahaha, so yeah okay,
I'm guilty of browsing through Oddee again,
my all-time favorite website :S:D



So anyway, the point is, I came across this short article,
the couple separated for the longest time......
and by long, I meant 60 years (!!!!!)
yes, SIXTY.
Damn, that's eternity! :S
Read on!









I think it's a very beautiful love story.


People nowadays are given the idea that it turns the other party on when they play hard to get.
-pfft-
now that's a lot of b.u.l.l.s.h.i.t. mentality up their brain.
What's with playing hard to get anyway????
Time is short. You like him, he likes you. Full stop.




Girls think it's sexy,
and it'll make the guys treasure them more when they finally succumb.






So you think you're oh-so-smart?
Knock knock, hellooo,
you might not even get the guy by the end of the day.





And as much as it annoys the guys out there,
I believe it annoys the hell out of all the single ladies out there too.
Like, hello, they are facing more than enough competition with all the other singletinis.
There they are, desperately hoping for someone to love and to be loved,
and here you are playing about WITH love.
It's insulting.
So quit playin', and just SETTLE DOWN, damn it.

"I have an important theory about love. My theory is that if you fall in love with the right guy, and this guy is everything you're looking for (and the list is short and simple: does he love me? does he make me feel fabulous?), you both should have the decency to live happily ever after." - This Book Is Not Fat, It's Fabulous.

And to all my single babes out there (hint hint),
this one's for you:

Its always the same. You find someone, think they’re the one, then they end up ripping your heart out. But this one? This is different. The real ‘one’ is easy to pick out. See the kid that has always been there for you? The ‘guy friend’ that you never thought you would date? Open your eyes. That’s the one.

Alright, two more odd couples for you ;-)
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Have I ever mentioned I wished I were a twin?
Imagine that,
TWO OF ME.
The world's gonna be such a wonderful place to live in. ;-)









Speaking of couples,
I came across weird wedding invitation cards on Oddee too. :O:S:D
Forget elegant and style,
this is informal and crazy!
me LIKEEEEEE!:D♥♥♥
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and last but definitely not least,
my personal favorite,
the grandmama story wedding invitation.......
*CAUTION*
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the bombxzxzxzxzxz right? :O:D






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Alright, so it's now 2.48am of Xmas Day B-)
Howwwwww excitinggggggggggggggggggggggggg (not).






I'm so so so bored,
and when I'm bored,
I post unglam pictures of people. -hiak hiak hiak-



I have lotsa unglam pictures of my friends and of course, Zee.
:D



But, ah, I shall refrain from doing something foolish.
Lest I get nagged at sometime soon. :)




















































































































































It's 2.53am right now, either way, I'm gonna die.
Might as well have sweet, sweet revenge. :D
Okay, so maybe this ain't really revenge, cus he hasn't really done anything to me yet.
But still, I adoreeeeeeeeeeeee silly people,
this silly boy in particular. :D♥



He hates it when I call him cute, or adorable.
Which is probably why I call him that pretty often. ;)
Till this point of time, I still don't get what's so embarrassing about being labeled 'CUTE'.
It's an adjective.
AND a positive one too.



Someone, anyone, enlighten moiiiiiiiiii. :O:)





Ah well.
Sometimes, we push each other right to the edge,
and at times like those, letting go seems to be.... the best of the worst.
He looks backwards, while I look forward.
And in looking forward, I stop where I am.
I think about how silly this would all be when I look back in future, about how regretful I would be, and of what could have been.
We both know we've passed many hurdles, and that there are more to come ahead.
But it's a revolution, and I believe that a time will come when there wouldn't be anymore hurdles in our way. :)


So, girl, you can let go, but only when you've stopped lovin' him.
And too bad, you've not. ;)♥

"You can walk away and say we don't need this, but there's something in your eyes that says we can beat this" - Taylor Swift, Change

3.22am now.
I'm gonna whip up something to eat,
and then head to bed. :)











With utmost sincerity this time,
Merry Christmas, my dears :)













Where the heck is Santa???? -pouts-