Layla.

Oh my God.

Fucking addicted to this.

Thanks Justin.

Now you've got me listening to EC when I'm supposed to be reading economics.

I want to watch Crossroads.

NOT the Britney one.

Serious Anger Management Issues.

No not me.

Once upon a time, in a college pretty far away,

studied a self-proclaimed bimbo with a large stick shoved up her anus.

I am not going to waste too much time blogging about the bimbo,

because she'll pretend to be illiterate.

The same way she pretends to be blond.

Hey, the teacher didn't give a shit.

I don't see why you should.

Off your meds perhaps?

Why don't you get that stick out of your butt before opening your overlarge pie-hole?

To quote a friend:

"She has sand in her vagina."

Probably.

Needs others to keep quiet so she can try to use what limited brain power bestowed upon her.

Nice.

If you look up 'anger' in the dictionary,

you'd probably find a picture of her next to it.

And under that...

"See also: 'annoying', 'anal', 'insane', and 'irritating'."

XD

Guess What?

Rules:
1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.

Starting time: 9:43 pm

Name: Victoria.

Sisters: None.

Brothers: William.

Shoe size: Incredibly small.

Height: Short.

Where do you live: Here,

Favourite drinks: Green Spot.

Favourite breakfast: Bacon & eggs.

Have you ever been on a plane: Yes.

Swam in the ocean: In my own I-can't-swim way, yes.

Fallen asleep in school: Yes.

Broken someone's heart: You tell me.

Saved e-mails: Just the important ones.

What is your room like: Plain.

What's right beside you: Elvis.

What is the last thing you ate: A sweet. Orange flavoured.

Ever had
chicken pox: Yes. And I have the scar to prove it.

Sore throat: If you haven't, I would like to know your secret.

Stitches: Yes. Long story.

Broken nose: No. 

Do you believe in love at first sight: No.

Like picnics: Depends on the food.

Who was the last person you danced with: William.

Last made you smile: George Carlin. R.I.P.

You last yelled at: Djokovic for losing the first AND second set.

Today did you:
Talk to someone you like: Yes. Wei Tze.

Kissed anyone: No.

Get sick: Inability to cope with idiots.

Talked to an ex: No.

Miss someone: Hock Seng.

Best feeling in the world: Right now? Watching Casablanca.

Do you sleep with stuffed animals: Of course.

What's under your bed: The boogeyman. Hopefully.

Who do you really hate: Madonna.

What time is it now: 9.52pm.

Randoms :
Q:Is there a person who is on your mind right now:

Djokovic. Because he's losing.

Q: Do you have any siblings:

... Look up mate.

Q: Do you want children:

Yes. Travis and Marie.

Q: Do you smile often:

I think so.

Q: Do you like your hand-writing:

To a certain extent.

Q: Are your toenails painted:

No.

Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in:

My parents.

Q: What colour shirt are you wearing:

Yellow.

Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday:

Math.

Q: I can't wait till:

I get Mark's pink bass.

Q: When did you cry last:

Last year. When my dog died.

Q: Are you a friendly person:

Ask my friends.

Q: Do you have any pets:

Yes.

Where is the person you have feelings for right now?

Non-existant.

Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?

I can't remember the last person I held hands with.

Do you sleep with the TV on?

Sometimes.

What are you doing right before starting this tag?

Helping Wei Tze kick ass.

Have you ever crawled through a window?

Yes.

Are you closer to your mother or father?

Neither. It depends.

Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My dead dog's body.

How many people can you say you've really loved?

Four. Parents. Brother. Best friend.

Do you eat healthy?

No.

Do you still have pictures of you & your ex?

I don't know.

Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?

Never.

How often do you go to church?

Never.

If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?

The Phantom Of The Opera.

Are you loud or quiet most of the time?

Depends.

Are you confident?

Depends.

5 things I'm going to do 10 years to come..

Meet Nadal, get that bass, watch Roland Garros live, meet Tiger Woods, meet Travis Barker.

5 things on my to-do list today

Economics. blink-182. Wimbledon. Wei Tze. Sleep.

5 snacks I enjoy

Ruffles, donuts, Tic-Tacs, Mars Bars, Flakes.

5 things I would do if I were a billionaire

Meet Nadal, get that bass, watch Roland Garros live, meet Tiger Woods, meet Travis Barker.

5 of my bad habits

I'm perfect.

Okay, self-praise.

5 places I have lived in

Malaysia. How pathetic.

5 jobs I've had

Babysitter, elder sister, coach, professional ass kicker, and music critic.

I tag Kim, Kath, Shu Xian... whoever.

I Got Tagged Again.

By Shu Xian.

Again.

Here we go.

Rules/Instructions: The selected blogger must say 10 things about themselves. Then tag 5 other blogger to do.

10 things eh?

1. I hate rabbits.

I have a deep psychological reason.

2. I like watching rabbits die.

Due to the deep psychological reason.

3. I have two pianos: a baby grand and a digital.

They are called Erik and Ray.

4. I have a guitar which I haven't touched for the last five years.

He is Aaron.

5. I name most of my teddy bears after rock stars.

Jimi, Chuck, Billie, Elvis, Steven...

6. I am allergic to prawns.

Kill me now.

7. I want Mark's bass.

Even though it's pink.

8. I hate John Mayer's hair.

Someone definitely peed on it.

9. I want to finish watching Casablanca.

Really. Awesome. Movie.

10. I love vampires.

To deathhhhh.

And now, the five victims.

Justin.

Because he's never done one before.

Oh fuck it.

That counts as five.

And you wanna know something else too?

Wei Tze is awesome, 

and anyone who says otherwise must have been tortured as a child.

Severely, severely tortured.

The Osmonds. Their Last Performance.

I went to see the Osmonds yesterday.

I walked into the Arena of Stars, and glanced at the stage.

I saw six electric guitars,

two basses,

two drum sets,

two electronic keyboards,

a grand piano,

a saxophone.

"Holy shit! This is gonna be one kickass show!! XD"

Blew my mind away.

But, as everyone knows, Malaysian audiences suck.

My mom and I were like the only ones going INSANE in our row.

Screaming at five second intervals.

My voice really, really hurts.

We could hit Steve Tyler decibels!

Rawr!!

Donny came into the crowd.

Let's just say,

after meeting up at the entrance after the show,

my mom, her friend and I were holding up our right hands...

Each making a solemn vow never to wash it again.

"Even if it becomes green and mouldy!"

I think this Indian lady almost passed out.

This other woman started wiping his sweat.

She's never going to throw away that tissue paper.

She's going to frame it and worship it every day.

Victoria is NOT jealous.

But whoa, Jay Osmond can REALLY PLAY THE DRUMS.

Awesomeness.

The only damper was that I forgot to make a sign which read:

"My dad loves Marie! (But my mom wouldn't let him come because she's jealous.)"

I wanted to watch Air Supply today.

But I have college tomorrow.

Fuck.

My mom's friend also mentioned that,

 from observing my taste in music,

I could be at least 40 years old.

Then I started singing a Frank Sinatra song.

0.0

People who say SAM students have no lives have a stick shoved up their anus.

Flying Turtles And Flamingos caters to all needs.

It has theories about fat people.

It has stories about wild parties...

And wild people.

It follows the Gayshar, wherever he may be.

And I sincerely hope he's reading this.

Right now.

Ladies, gentlemen, fellow bloggers, Gayshar.

Meet Gustave and Anthony.

A penny for your thoughts Gus?

Gayshar, keep reading.

Don't hide your true feelings Anthony!!

Gayshar wouldn't.

A wise man once said... Something about orgasms. And how people make faces when having one.

NOT that it has anything to do with the picture above.

I think it was Carlos Santana.

Through the blog of Justin Yap.

As one door closes, another opens.

But sometimes, the door slams into your foot.

Bye bye Anthony! :'(

Vic Loves That Bass.

And the guy of course.

Only real men wear pink!!

I love WEI TZE more.

Forever.

Even if Hell freezes over.

And Gayshar takes over the world.

And turns it into his 'pleasure planet'.

And builds rockets to Uranus in search of alien lambs.

But he won't find any. God willing.

Because aliens are too damn smart.

And may turn him into what he hates the most (no, not Samantha).

A STRAIGHT man.

But that would mean the end of our lives as we know it.

We'd be living in constant darkness.

The dark, depressing loneliness that eats at our souls.

Therefore, we must ensure that Gayshar never takes over the world.

For all we know, he may be turning Italy into the Gay Capital of the world.

...But it's already that isn't it? XD

I have a feeling we'll do something like this.

LOL.

Always. The Lego Version. Blink 182.

HOMG. This is effing brilliant.

NADAL!!

XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

6-1, 6-3, 6-0 BITCH!

Read the article.

PARIS (Reuters) - In the end Roger Federer, like the incredulous crowd at Roland Garros, had no choice but to saluteRafael Nadal.

The irrepressible Spaniard put a shell-shocked Federer firmly in his place with a brutal 6-1 6-3 6-0 demolition to complete the most lopsided French Open men’s final victory for 31 years.

Nadal protected his aura of invincibility in devastating style to take his place alongside Bjorn Borg as the only men to have won four successive French Open titles since the tournament went international in 1925.

After the one hour 48-minute destruction, even Nadal was embarrassed to celebrate his triumph and told Federer during the presentation ceremony: “I’m sorry for that final but you played well. I want to thank (you) for (your) attitude on the court.”

A dejected Federer added: “I would have hoped to do better than four games but Rafael is very, very strong. He dominated this tournament like maybe no one before except Borg, so congratulations Rafa.”

Nadal’s victory over the world number one finished off the most dominant men’s French Open campaign in 28 years. Not since Borg’s run to the 1980 title had a man won the tournament without dropping a set.

Like a runaway bulldozer, Nadal has flattened anyone and anything in his path at Roland Garros this year. Whether playing an in-form Novak Djokovic in the semi-finals or Federer, the Spaniard made no allowances for reputations as he extended his perfect record at the claycourt major to 28-0.

As Nadal once again basked in his moment of glory, Federer could only brood over another botched campaign in Paris.

To compound his misery, the 12-times grand slam champion also raked up some forgettable landmarks. The world number one became the first man to lose three finals in a row in Paris and suffered his first 6-0 set loss since June 1999.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS

Federer, looking to complete a career grand slam, had swaggered on to court with great expectations of narrowing his lopsided 1-8 claycourt record against Nadal.

On the eve of the final, he also chose to remind everyone that: “So far I’ve never lost (to Rafa here) in three sets.”

Those words would come back to haunt him just 24 hours later.

A sense of foreboding set in within three minutes of the start when Nadal broke the Federer serve in the opening game as the Swiss paddled a forehand long.

Throughout the final Nadal leapt in the air administering his beguiling top spin, hammering the ball relentlessly into the corners and stretching his opponent to the limit.

A banner in the crowd proclaimed “Super Rafa” and it did not take Federer long to discover that he was, indeed, facing an opponent from a different planet.

Fans were left gasping and Federer was left reeling when in a sequence of six games from 2-1 down in the first set, he managed to win only three points.

Federer briefly stopped the rut to level at 2-2 in the second set and got the crowd into a frenzy when he earned a break point for a possible 4-3 lead.

Nadal reacted to the danger by duping Federer with a dropshot, the Swiss chased the ball down but could only flick a backhand into the net. That was as good as it got for Federer as he failed to win another game.

Such was Nadal’s command of Centre Court, it was difficult to believe that he was facing a man who is often thought to be the greatest player to have picked up a tennis racket.

The 22-year-old Spaniard conjured 46 winners on Sunday and made Federer’s life a total misery as only seven unforced errors flew off his racket.

In fact, Federer would do well not to read the statistics from the match as it could prove to be a painful experience. He faced break points on all but one of his 11 service games. He also helped Nadal on his way by producing 35 unforced errors.

With cries of “Ro-ger, Ro-ger, Ro-ger” ringing round the stands, Federer tried to give the partisan crowd something to cheer about but the task seemed beyond him on Sunday.

As Nadal ended Federer’s public humiliation when the Swiss looped a forehand long, he could barely believe the drama that had unfolded before him.

After receiving the runner-up tray and a consolation embrace from Borg, Federer left court a broken man, shaking his head in disbelief and desperate to escape an arena which had turned into his own personal torture chamber.

“I didn’t expect a match like this. I played an almost perfect match. I didn’t believe this match,” said Nadal.

Just in case no one had noticed, the world number two added: “I’ve improved a little bit since last year.”

Because College Starts Tomorrow.

FRENCH OPEN FINALS.

Nadal.Nadal.Nadal.Nadal.

BOOYA!

I don't know which irritates me more.

A waiter who doesn't refill your glass when it's empty,

or a waiter who refills your glass even though it's full.

I mean, dude.

DEPTH PERCEPTION.

It's a useful thing to have.

Especially if my cup if OVERFLOWING.

Obviously, this is one man who does not like his glass half empty,

or even half full.

Do NOT jam hot brownie into mouth.

No matter how deliciously orgasmic it looks.

I get weird when I'm cranky.

Weirder than usual.

You don't want to see me when there's a party next door.

With karaoke.

Until 12am.

My brother made me watch 'Five Element Ninja'.

WILLIAM: Hey! Let's watch this movie!

VIC: Nah, from the title, it looks like some Chinese kung-fu flick.

WILL: But... it's got the word 'Ninja' in the title!

VIC: ....Good point.

It WAS some Chinese kung-fu flick.

With ninjas.

In my opinion,

the coolest part was when the Japanese samurai dude committed hara-kiri.

Practically sliced himself in half,

laid his sword down,

very, very slowly,

threw a poisonous ring to the master of the school,

said that the greatest ninja is coming to destroy them all...

Then he died.

I half expected him to pop his head up again and ramble on about how Japanese people pwn Chinese people.

LOL.

And then, William and I watched 'The Fifth Element'.

Which was NOT a Chinese kung-fu flick.

I knew it was a pretty old movie though.

Bruce Willis had hair.

*gasp.*

And Milla Jovovich looked like a hot, half nude, female version of Ronald Mcdonald.

Didn't particularly enjoy it.

But I'd watch it again just to see Chris Tucker screaming.

XD

XD

I am sick.

I'm so sorry Z!! T_T

So yesterday I watched Nadal whip Djokovic's ass 6-4, 6-2, 7-6.

Yay! Nadal FTW!! XD

LOL.

I went with my brother to the hairdressers today.

And, there was this uber, uber, UBER cute little korean boy with blond highlights.

He was kicking up a real fuss because his cut hair was itchy.

I couldn't resist!

Yeah so that's his mom gripping his uberly cute head.

It was like a wrestling match.

Later, when he was done, he got all piss-y and got 'physical'.

LOL.

He tried to kick the hairdresser.

Well, he's not too violent in this picture.

My parents and I also checked out this rundown house in Ukay Heights.

I liked it.

Which made my parents dislike it even more.

XP

So maybe I liked it because it looked haunted.

Haunted in a nice way.

A very nice way.

I blame Stevie for my cold.

Him and his bootyeus maximus.

IT WILL ENVELOP THE WORLD.

We must deflate it before it destroys us all!

Holy Shit.

If this weren't real, I'd be laughing my ass off.

WARNING: If you can't handle violent, graphic images, do not click on the link.

In other news, I have a newfound love for Salvador Dali's work.

For all who don't know, Salvador Dali was an artist. He specialises in surrealist work.

If you have heard of him at all, you'd have heard about 'The Persistence of Memory' which is his most famous painting.

You know, it's the one with the drooping clocks.

But 'Swans Reflecting Elephants' is one of my favourites.

Okay.

THIS is my favourite.

The Hallucinogenic Toreador

Yes. It is a painting.

Love at first sight.

It is love I tell you!

LOVE!

XD

I want that one.

Time's Running Out.

So, it was a pretty humiliating day...

My little brother beat me in pool.

Four times.

In a row.

I personally blame the crappy music playing.

Madonna.

Mariah.

Asslee.

Britney.

It's not my fault.

How can I play when my ears are bleeding?!

Though I beat him flat when we played foosball. XD

Justin appears to be very proud of his latest blog post.

If you happen to like music and sex, go check it out.

If not, stay far, FAR away.