"She think she fine, fine enough to blow your mind!"
Friday, February 26, 2010
Mood:
waiting.....Music: Me Against The Music - Britney Spears ft. Madonna
Book: Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
"Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners."
Ye'llow!
(yeah, hello)
B-)
As much as I would looooove this whole blog post to be about solely ME,
knowing it's gonna be you-know-what in approximately 3 hours and 41mins as of now,
you know, you-know-what -winkwink- ♥
BUT,
egoistic I may be,
I'll reserve the best for the last.
:-D
Ironic huh.
:p
Okay, so, first up, New Year!
My New Year was absolutely fabulous. Tee hee! B-)♥
Everyone's pretty generous this year,
not that I don't like that. ;-)
My theory is that,
-listen up y'all-
Red Packet Money is directly proportional to the Economy.
Make sense? Uh-huh uh-huh. :-D
When the economy goes up up up,
so does my dear red packet. ;-)
mmmmm, love it. B-)♥
I've just deposited my moolah today,
and I've got a total of 900 plus bucks? :-D
Jealous muchhhh? :-D
I guess all the boooring house-visiting were worth it after all. :-)
This year wasn't THAT bad,
cus I played 4 continuous hours of Black Jack with all the auntie and uncles.
And yeah, I did win myself some extra moolah. :-)
Fantastic.♥
Honestly, I don't see the point of giving red packets to kids from the other families.
I'm not a tradition-sucker,
so don't preach to me about customs and what's nots. Tyvm. :-)
By the end of the day,
there's no net movement of money.
My dad gives away money,
but I get it back "for him".
If I could change the whole system,
I would get parents to transfer the intended money straight to their kids account and save themselves all the trouble. :-)
What a fab idea, ain't it? :-D
This way,
kids would not have to tag along the old people even though they don't wanna,
because, they aren't gonna get money anyway!
Stop living in self-denial.
Few of us actually go house-visiting for the fellowship.
Especially not us teens.
House-visiting should be reserved for old, bald, fat men,
who have nothing better to do,
than smoke their lives away,
and drink alcohol.
There. :-)
I think I just brought some justice to the world.
:-)
-
Tralala!
Remember that time,
I exclaimed with exhilaration practically everywhere,
that we were gonna dance to Tik Tok?
Well,
my dear peepo,
it just got better. ;-)♥
We're dancing to Tik Tok, by Ke$ha,
REMIXED, now featuring Pitbull.
And I swear, it's hotter than the original version.♥♥♥♥
Anddddddddddd,
guess what?
Clare's gonna mix ANOTHER song! ;-)
Song title?
Namely
Bad Romance,
my dear.
Uh-huh uh-huh,
lady gaga's badddd romance. ;-)♥♥♥♥♥
Now don't you anticipate the outcome????
Cus I sure am! B-)♥
And, here's a little tidbit:
My dear Claudia pronounced Pitbull,
as "Big Boo", which I interpreted as "Big Bull".
And I clearly remember thinking to myself,
"who the heck is that? New singer on the block??"
Aww don't you hate braces???
:-D
Oh, speaking of Lady Gaga,
have you guys seen her 20 foot tall piano?????? =.=
It's crazy, I swear! :-O
Lady Gaga performed for the Queen of England at the Royal Variety Show and she went a little over the top. Literally over the top. She wore an Elizabethian inspired red leather dress with a 20 foot long train and played atop a 20 foot tall piano.
The bench is actually a swing that’s hanging from the rafters
(you can see her dismount at the end, below), that’s her dress train draped behind her.
I can’t seem to find any other information on the giant piano (which looks like a normal piano with extra long legs) but it’s definitely a unique instrument design. Impressive Lady Gaga, impressive. Here’s the video:
The bench is actually a swing that’s hanging from the rafters
(you can see her dismount at the end, below), that’s her dress train draped behind her.
I can’t seem to find any other information on the giant piano (which looks like a normal piano with extra long legs) but it’s definitely a unique instrument design. Impressive Lady Gaga, impressive. Here’s the video:
What,
The,
Heck!
Trust Lady Gaga to come up with the wackiest ideas! :-O
Alright,
so recently,
I'm having sooooooo much trouble getting up :-(
My bed's being soooooooo difficult in the morning,
it doesn't wanna let me go :-(
So it's not like I can help it if I'm late for school or whatsoever luh.
-case close-
:-D
Speaking of beds,
I came across some pretty awesome bedsheets and blankets on Oddee. :)
Let's have a look at them shall we? B-)
haw haw.
okay.
that's pretty suggestive isn't it?
I'm staring at Claudia,right now.
;-)
You know how embarrassing and ugly it is when you wake up one morning,only to find imprints of your bed sheet on your face or arms?
It happens to me quite a lot,
and I would have people coming up to me,
confirming their doubts if I've just woken up.
I mean like, DUH.
Cannot ah??
Bleah. :o
Satin sheets symbolizing luxury are getting geeky by the day!Imagine integrating a radio alarm clock within the Sheet!
That’s the Melted Clock for you: a haptic, touch sensitive alarm with speakers and controls all embedded within your sheet. The three control icons are embroidered on the sheet and relevant to the operating elements on the outside edge of the bed sheet. Use the two in combo to set your radio frequency, alarm time etc.
Essentially, you just feel your way through this system; IN YOUR FACE!
Self-explanatory.
It even has pages!I'm staring at Cherine right now.
Really. Cherine.
;-)
Kind of like, Twister, for grownups,the Karmasheetra is covered with pink and blue marks for hands, feet, knees, and bottoms.
"Grab a partner and try it out!"
LOL.
And last but definitely not least,
Oh why am I not surprised,
Presenting to you,
Your oh-so-beloved
Oh why am I not surprised,
Presenting to you,
Your oh-so-beloved
Iphone.=.^
Speechless.
Well, all I can say is,
definitely for the overrated suckers. :)
Speaking of Iphones,
I must admit,
I was pretty tempted to get one myself.
Not because it rocks or anything.
Cus, honestly, I now think it's pretty lousy.
But ah well,
like I was saying,
I wanted to get an Iphone not because of the phone,
but because of all the bee-you-tee-fool casings I've came across. B-)♥
Sexy much?????:-O
And I've came across more lorh,
in furry prints, bling blings, and even LV (loooool) ♥
I really must have those casings...
but then I though to myself,
what's the point?:-O
Like for goodness sake,
I don't even have anything for it to contain. :-S
So yeah,
you've heard me. :-)
I still think those casings are pretty, ♥
but I've woken up from my foolishness of getting an Iphone. Hee.
Applaud please? B-)
So, yeah, maybe I'll just start a collection.
You know, Iphone casing collection. B-)
And it eras later,
maybe some historian or archeologist would uncover my priceless collection,
and realize that some gazillion years back,
in the year 2010,
it was the Iphone era. B-)
The best part?
My name would go down in history.
MWHAHAHAHA. ♥:-D
Oh, my gosh, I just came across this site,
that shows the largest pool in the world.
It's super, super, super boomz! :-O!!!!
Check this out:
San Alfonso del Mar is a resort located in Algarrobo, Chile frequently noted because of its 1,000-meter long, 19-acre outdoor pool, which holds a Guinness world record as the largest in the world. The resort’s large pool utilizes a technology developed by the Chilean company Crystal Lagoons, which uses water pumped from the Pacific Ocean, that is then filtered and treated for supply to the pool.
It has been reported to have a depth of 35 meters (115 feet) which would make it the world’s deepest pool, however this appears to stem from confusion over it being
“transparent to a depth of 35 meters”.
“transparent to a depth of 35 meters”.
I am sooooo damn fascinated and awe-struck.
Seriously! :-O
Whoever built this whole damn thing,
probably has got nothing better to do.
Like seriously!
:-O
Next time I build my own house,
I'll make sure my pool's twice of this. :-O:-D
Eh but seriously,
if someone drowns in the middle of this huge thing,
how long is the lifeguard gonna take to get to the victim? =.^
But ooooo, i loooove the clear transparent blue waters lurh.
so damn clean.
shame on Singapore.
boo. :-S
Oooooooo,
and, check out what I made for Cherine Quekkkkkkkkkk!B-)
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.
.
TADAH!!!!~
my masterpiece.
A work of art, ain't it?
Wondering how my last year's gift to her's surviving.....:-O:-S;-)
oh p/s, don't you luvvvvvvvv all the blings?!
B-)
Alright, I think I've blogged sufficient content to, FINALLY, start on my main topic of the day.
B-)
Time check: 10.12pm.
Countdown: 1 hour 48 mins.
:D♥
So, this whole week has been full of crap.
What's with all the common testssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss =.-
BUT
hoho
tomorrow,
marks the end of this chaotic week! :-)
well okay, maybe not,
but, you knooooo what I mean.
tomorrow,
ought to be a day that goes down in history.
16 years ago,
a young lady found out she was pregnant.
yes, it was shotgun.
this, put an end to her dreams and hopes for her future.
like, hell, a baby was not part of the plan till a later stage.
So that's when her dilemma started:
to keep, or not to keep?
The father, didn't want the baby.
"Abort it. We can always have another next time."
Statistics have shown that every year, 12,000 fetuses are aborted in Singapore.
Put in context, that’s about 24% of all Singapore pregnancies every year.
And shockingly enough, about half are carried out by unwed women.
The young lady, was not one of the fifty percent.
Not because she didn't want to,
but because she couldn't bring herself to do it.
As the saying goes, "what's yours, is yours"
So, the next thing that young lady did, was not to do all the things that should be done during pregnancy,
and instead, do all the things that should not be done during pregnancy.
She hung around people who smoked.
She drowned herself in alcohol every night.
She ate a gazillion hot dogs.
She drank countless litres of caffeine.
She consumed lots of fish.
She glut on junk food.
She drank tap water, even though boiled water was available.
She worked for long hours, to stress herself.
She bathed in hot water.
She jumped over drains.
.
.
.
Months passed,
the fetus was still alive.
The young lady, succumbed, and accepted.
She could feel the family's eyes boring into her.
Every too often.
She knows they've been talking about her.
She hears them whisper.
.
.
.
The nine trying months soon passed.
After 8 hours of struggle,
a baby girl emerged into the world.
The first breath.
No one could have understood the immense joy the young lady felt
at having heard the first cries of her precious little girl.
Resigned to a corner of the world,
not living her life to the fullest,
she watched as her daughter grew.
She was there,
when her baby first learned to crawl.
She was there,
when her baby took her first unstable step.
She was there,
when her baby learned how to run.
She was there,
when her baby spoke her first words.
She was there,
when her baby entered nursery.
She was there,
when her baby entered elementary school.
She was there,
when her baby entered high school.
She was there,
at every birthday celebration.
She was there,
at every chapter of her baby's life.
16 years have passed,
the young lady has matured into a fine woman.
Her hopes and dreams may have been dashed,
but every so often,
the young lady tells her daughter,
"Mom's dead.
I've killed myself 16 years ago,
so as you could be born.
I sacrificed a life I could have called my own
so that you could have a life you could call your own.
I love you, my dear child."
Statistics have shown that every year, 12,000 fetuses are aborted in Singapore.
Put in context, that’s about 24% of all Singapore pregnancies every year.
And shockingly enough, about half are carried out by unwed women.
I'm not one of the 12,000 fetuses.
Sometimes I think back,
and wonder what would happen if my mom had listened to dad at that time.
the friends i would have passed.
the joys on earth i would have missed.
Void, of taking my first breath, my first step, my first word.
For people who know me,
very well,
you'd know I don't come from a, what you would call, "Normal Happy Family".
But I don't resent life for that,
I don't resent my parents,
I don't fill myself with angst,
I'm glad I don't get things the normal way.
And that includes life itself.
Sometimes, or rather, most of the times,
life's a real helluva bitch.
But that's where I learn from,
to be strong, independent, and self-reliant.
Some people stereotype me, without even trying to know me,
inferring that i'm a "spoilt brat"
from the things I do
to the things I say
to the way I look.
But that's untrue.
Because, my mom brought me up, using BOTH the soft, AND hard ways, contrary to popular beliefs.
She thought me morals, and values,
and when I was much younger,
simple things like ABCs and 123s.
When I couldn't spell Wednesday right,
she'd caned me.
When I threw a temper,
she ignored me.
Cliche, but,
I won't be where I am today, without her.
Time check: 11.58am.
Countdown: 2mins.
Sixteen.
This is prolly gonna be my last birthday with most of you,
what's with polys and jcs,
we'll all split for sure.
I wanna celebrate this special day with all of you.
So, wait for me to call y'all out! B-)
Time check: 12am.
Countdown: 0hours, 0mins, 0seconds.
Happy birthday, Veron,
Happy birthday,
you've come a long way. :)
I'm officially 5840 days young! B-)
or 140160 hours young! B-)
Opps, what's that???
Hear that???
NC16's calling me! B-)
Alright, phone's jamming from all the fuzzy wuzzy messages.
I love my friends.
:-*
With loads of hugs and kisses,
that's Veron Maybelle Alexis for you. :)
Not yet a girl, not yet a woman.
-xoxo
Not yet a girl, not yet a woman.
-xoxo
Said night-night world @ 8:08 PM