I Spend Half My Life In Here.

Yes. This is my incredibly messy table where I chuck everything I don't chuck on the floor.

My plant looks like it's dying. Oh well.

And naturally, there is my GORGEOUS laptop, which I love.

Here is my unmade bed. It's not usually unmade. Really.

For some reason, I found a 5 cent coin under my ass when I woke up.

I don't think it's from the Tooth Fairy.

That's my DAD's vinyl.

Okay, so I didn't want my first vinyl to be one of The Beatles.

IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE SGT. PEPPER WAS MISSING!

I don't think I have to explain this one.

Yes, I happen to ADORE Marilyn Monroe.

And it's a nice picture.

Now for the empty spaces...

This is the wall behind my desk.

I want to remove that odd picture once I find a good poster of Derek Trucks and a good poster of Susan Tedeschi.

But that's pretty unlikely.

Here is my door.

It's barren-ness shall be solved once I find a good poster of Ray Charles.

This is the closest thing I have to a window.

I'm not too sure what it is, but it's pretty freaky when it's dark and you can see a figure passing by.

Thus, it shall be shielded with a good Stevie Ray Vaughan poster. 

Once I find one.

Finally, the space above my bed.

This is for someone special.

One whom I shall worship every night before I retire.

Amen.

This is Delta Rose.

She is not my guitar.

But that's for another blog post. =D

What I Miss About KL.

OH. MY. GAWD.

I would sacrifice a goat for a Ramly Burger right now.

Heck, I would sacrifice MARVIN.

BUT, here in Melbourne we have...

THE DEEP FRIED MARS BAR.

Which, of course, I have been raving about for the past year.

Oh, the gooey gooey goodness.

My coffin shall be STUFFED with these.

So in case I go to Hell, I'll be HAPPY.

Oh Deep Fried Mars Bar, how I cherish thee.

It has been below 20 degrees the past week.

AMAZINGLY, I have not fallen sick since arriving.

Thus cementing the fact that:

Me + Melbourne = HELL YES.

Me + Malaysia = WHATEVER.

Me + Singapore = FUCK NO.

Why? Because Kukurela are my friends.

I miss Wei Tze.

So so fucking much.

Life Definitely Sucks Less.

Finally. 

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.

Sleepless Nights.

It is 1am. I should NOT have taken that four hour nap.

I'm blogging with my phone because I'm too lazy to get my fat ass on my laptop.

If my dad weren't home, I'd be outside watching either The Grudge or Hello Dolly.

I live on horror movies and musicals.

With the single exception of HSM, naturally.

Instead, I am in my room listening to Eric Clapton's version of Cocaine.

Probably not the greatest "go to sleep" song ever created... But at this ungodly hour, I don't give a shit.

On an unrelated note, I'm lying here wondering why Stevie Wonder chose to UTTERLY DESTROY his entire reputation by performing with the Jonas Brothers.

In all honesty, call me cruel if you must, there has to be a better way to soil your image. Beating up Rihanna for instance, now that's an idea.

Bonus marks if you beat up Madonna.

Or Miley Cyrus.

With a sledgehammer.

Not that I'm for violence, but c'mon.

Three decades is more than enough.

And Walt Disney is turning in his grave.


This phone app thing is pretty cool. I should use it more.

Maybe I should sneak out and watch The Exorcist. Or Sweeney Todd.

Though it is very comfy here...
Listening to God.
And blink-182.

Life is goooood.