I Hate The World And Everyone In It.

People are stupid.

Period.

A bit of advice for those who are less retarded.

When emailing a stranger, possibly to liase about renting a room in a different country...

Always, ALWAYS make sure you state your gender.

Apparently, with the turning of the new year, it has become mandatory to do so.

Yes, even if you begin with:

Hello, my name is Victoria.

And end with,

I hope to receive your reply soon.........Victoria.

Why you ask?

Because your name never reflects your gender.

Guaranteed.

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

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

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.

Balls.

Curry rice place, Tiong Bahru, Singapore.

1.45pm.

Old Chinese dude: *mutters some shit in Chinese...* You Indonesian?

.....

Dad: Uh, no. Malaysian.

Dipshit.

Victoria has anticipated Ming's wisecracks.

"Shut up Ming Han!"

And We Meet Again.

FUCK YOU BUS BRIVERS.

After college, waiting outside for the 4pm bus...

4.10pm:

Random person: Bye Vic!

Me: Bye!! =)

4.15:

Random person: Bye Vic!

Me: Oh. Bye!

4.30:

Random person: Bye Vic!

Me: .....

4.45:

Random person: Bye Vic!

Me: FUCK YOU DOUCHEBAG!!

Yes. The retard bus driver didn't come until 4.50.

He came in a aircon-less van.

Fine.

We got in the excruciatingly hot vehicle.

Position of bus driver:

Outside. Breathing the sweet, cooling air. Drinking Sarsi.

*And Victoria and Shiori snapped*

Must... call... driver...

Spent time at A/C with Salt busy getting yam ice-cream on pants.

Her pants.

Got in car.

Aircon. Praise the Lord.

Dropped Salt off at Mobil (6pm).

Parents still waiting to pick their poor college van kids.

Booya.

Damn bus driver boss is such a coward.

I called and yelled at him at 4.30.

BEFORE 4.30.

Salt called again after 10 minutes.

Prick wouldn't pick up the phone.

Loooser.

So Very Very Much.

SAM sucks.

The only thing that's even remotely uplifting is that I get to say i'm "doing" SAM.

(Hahahaha. Inside joke... Lame.)

Oh. And the people I hang out with are pretty awesome too.

I should have taken ICPU.

Srsly.

I mean, first of all,

THERE IS NO MATH.

Secondly,

their timetables aren't sodomized.

(March intake people are FUCKTARDS!!)

AND I just got back from Singapore.

Which explains my outburst.

I don't go well with long-distances.

P.S. KIMMY I hope you spewed out a whole lot of crap for English. Because I did.

Bus drivers = Retards.

It began with the Tic-Tacs.

Orange flavoured.

So we have,

tired Vic + orange flavoured Tic-Tacs

=

?!

Maaaaaaajor sugar rush.

Plus, Tic-Tacs are awesome to shake.

While waiting for the bus, I (being in a hypercrazed state) decide to get...

A SLURPEE.

Obviously, not the brightest thing to do.

And that God-forsaken beverage made me and the Japanese girl

MISS THE BUS.

What the hell.

Like the damned driver couldn't wait FIVE FUCKING MINUTES.

Therefore, I come to my conclusion.

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Greetings from HELL.

at least the internet connection's awesome.

so we went for breakfast.

one of the only good things about singapore:

Pork.

yes.

and i have noticed that the alien clone dad has the exact same antics as the actual one.

they have studied him well.

so, anyway, the alien clone parents have gone to the M.O.E.

or otherwise, the Ministry Of Education.

for my brother.

not me.

"Thank you god!! XD"

singapore really is hell.

i will tell you why.

there's this AMAZING italian buffet place.

lasagna. fettuccine. carbonara.

i always stuff myself.

and of course, there are the relatives.

who absolutely adore me.

they love taking me out for meals.

a LOT of meals.

and if i say i can't eat anymore they give me that sad, doe-eyed, relative look.

i can't wait to get out of here.

Welcome To HELL.

singapore.

and how did i survive the trip?

mainly thanks to blink 182 and the killers.

oh, and about a hundred repeats of "iris".

and why am i in singapore when PTA is tomorrow?

here's how it went down:

Mom: We're going to Singapore this weekend.

Vic: WHAT?! But there's PTA on Saturday!!!!

Mom: So? You only failed math.

My parents have been abducted by aliens.

and have been replaced by these super awesome clones.

and what does a truly loving, loyal daughter do?

take advantage of the situation.

Vic: Mooooooooooomm? Can I get a Wiiiiiiiiiiii??

Mom: Go ask your father.

okay.

Vic: Paaaaaaaaaaaaa....? Can I get a Wiiiiiiiiiiii?

Pa: No.

damn.

What Shu Xian said.

i hate that damn van.

i hate this damn weather.

i hate this damn heat.

hock seng, i wanna come to L.A.

reallyreallyreally.

you can't leave me here!

to quote from some goth dude's blog:

"i don't tan, i just burn because God hates me"

i can't turn goth.

i hate eyeliner.

THEY'RE TEARING IT DOWN!

TOMORROW.

i'm talking, of course, about the RSGC's clubhouse.

it's old. really old.

the club itself has been around for about a hundred years.

because british people love golf.

(so does victoria by the way)

the main entrance.

golf notice board on the right, and pictures of past captains & presidents on the left.

the main lounge (i had to wait 15 years before i could get in).

the outside of the main lounge.

okay, so it doesn't actually look as old as the pictures show...

but it is really REALLY old.

and i just realised that there are pool tables in there.

shit.