COMPOSITION LIKE SECONDARY SCHOOL ALL OVER AGAIN.

by Valeisky

Hello guys, please bear with me.

SO, AS ALL OF YOU KNOW HOW MOTHERLY I AM (LIKE I TOTALLY LOVE KIDS AND ALL)

I have been delegated the task of babysitting *ahem pun intended little kids and one of them have been extremely disobedient and thus, I have decided that the most practical and fitting punishment for PONTENG (skipping classes) shall be to write a standard secondary 4 essay of 350 words and above.

This is the title

“Write about the time when you told a lie that changed something in your life.”

Being the student counselor and role model that I am, I shall set a good example and write one as well. Don’t you guys just think your goddess is the MOST AMAZING EVER. OMG.

It was midnight when it happened. He was kneeling there with the overstated bouquet, ring in hand and a look of overwhelming love. I imagined him spending way too much time planning it, wanting to make it perfect. Andy always had the perfectionist in him and the proposal was going to be no exception. I looked into his eyes, those mesmerizing brown eyes, framed by the fine wrinkles created by his frequently laughing character.

He looked dashing in his stiff white shirt. The buckle of his Giorgio Armani belt that clung around the slim waist shone softly, reflecting the glimmering lights of the candles that laid scattered on the floor. It was an ineluctable answer. It was supposed to be a definite yes. Tears snaked down my face.

“I am sorry Andy. I can’t marry you. I realized I just don’t love you that way.”

I turned and took to my heel. I ran, not wanting to deal with the consequences of that lie. The lie of colossal properties. I did not want to see him freeze in that sudden anguish that I put him in. I did not wish for my determination to disintegrate upon watching his heart break and in turn change my mind about the lie.

That was then, in the entire 26 years of my life, did I realize it takes so much courage to lie. To lie to someone that you love with all your heart. I ran and ran until I reached the busy street, hailed a cab and took to a nearby pub.

Beer in hand, I killed my phone whilst wrestling internally to fight off the unfolding of my heart, cracking at the seams.

“Look here, Charlotte, it is not of my intention to castigate you, to put you down. However As you know, our family is a prestigious household name from the upper class society. Andy’s father has a reputation to maintain and as his mother, I simply cannot risk having a child born under illegitimate circumstances to have any marital association with him. Have I not been nice enough to allow the both of you to go on your little dates? But marriage is out of the question. What will people think of our family? For his own good as well, Charlotte, I hope you will not see him again.”

Insobriety seeped through my pores. Is my life what I thought it to be? As like a Korean drama re-enacted in real time? I wanted to direct that searing pain somewhere. I wanted to hate my mother for giving birth to me out of wedlock, the unwanted fruit of some random playboy. But abhorrence is a strong word. And my mother was a great woman. All these anger and hurt… they asphyxiate me incessantly. I have no one to tell to.

But I knew she was right. I had to let him go. He was the prodigy of his house; the talented musician, 5 times winner of the National debate, school president with a Harvard first class honors. What about me? Just the typical… you know, the unwanted child of someone’s passionate mistake.

I always thought TV dramas were written by overly creative (and sometimes sadistic) people. Now however, I beg to differ. I began to believe that all such tragic stories actually took place in real life, to some people, somewhere. Except that now, I am the main character of one such sad story.

Andy tried to beg me a few times after that, in which I had to rope in my random colleague to complete my Korean drama act of being my new love interest. His pain and disbelief gradually turned into bitterness, and soon, I watched as the love of my life walked out, bringing so much of my heart with him. Then, he never looked back.

It hurt like mad to see his spiteful messages and to see his maid return me all my belongings from his house. I was like poor Cinderella that had reached the last strike of the clock at midnight. My fairytale was over. My life was never the same again. For a start, I learnt that loving someone, sometimes, simply meant letting him go.

That was 2 years ago. The last I heard, Andy was happily married to the daughter of a famous oil tycoon. Did I regret saying that lie? Now that I think about it, no, I did not. How could I have even endured being constantly put down by his family? I guess everyone lies, for better or for worse. What matters is whether or not you can live with the consequences.

And I did. Gratifyingly and happily, ever after.

785 words.

Sorry, I am so rusty. By the way, in case you guys don’t know, I will be flying to HK in 2 days. So let me know if you need me to buy anything for you. Y’all know I love you. ❤

So anyway… look what I found in Dom’s drawer, that feisty kid.

HAHAHAHAHAHHA

29Mar2015

Tribute to our first Prime Minister, Lee Kuan Yew

by Valeisky

I know, everyone’s been writing one for this great man. I guess my command of English is ludicrous as compared to many. But well yes I still want to share my humble letter to this man, because he deserves it.. much more than it.

So I am the 90s kid, (early 90s mind you), and I don’t remember much of my childhood except the playgrounds where my mother will leave me to roam about, the 10cents chocolate candy and my dreaded chinese lessons. And of course my grandfather. He brought me to many countries, but I was too young to fully understand the culture and economical difference back then.

In my secondary school days, I was a rebellious and problematic teenager who did not even remember what was the name of the President then? But I loved reading and my passion for that has helped me to bring home an A1 for my social studies, probably to make my f9 E and A math look good. So there it was, my first encounter with Lee Kuan Yew.

Back in those days, “The merger and separation of Sg with MY” was like the hottest examination topic, and I knew I’d ace the paper if I can memorize the whole chunk of “Common market not established”, “racial riots” and the likes. But in my textbook I saw the photo of a man in his younger days, a garland around his neck, beaming and waving to the crowd.

I was like “Oh, wow Gong Gong (my grandfather) resembles him!” And yes… that was the first time I actually studied Lee Kuan Yew. My study on him thus began, and I grew to appreciate what he has done for Singapore. (as well as the shiny A1 on my report card)

But it was all just ink on paper that told of his merits. Recession hit, and everywhere I hear people complaining about inadequacy. Monkey see, Monkey do; everyone started to grow just a tad bit conceited and greedy. And I followed suit. Not that I stood at the Parliament house and held up a board for a strike, but I was compelled to follow everyone and grumble incessantly about every bill, every decision, every project, every hiccup that came up.

Until I started to grow up, did I actually traveled. No, I haven’t been around the world (working on it), but travel like, feeling and immersing in the country’s culture, their way of life. Epiphany came like a snap of fingers and these are the few comparisons that really opened my eyes:

I was like,

– Yes let’s have a drink from the tap, I’m thirsty. Oh WAIT. You can’t do that, the water’s not treated. Oh damn.
– Where’s the cab??? Ok never mind, where’s the nearest bus stop?
– OMG how do I drive???? There’s no street light????
– What do you mean I can’t leave my bag in the car. Car theft???? >.>
– Why do I need this pepper spray for?
– Oh fuck I just stepped on gum again.
– WHAT? That rude waitress deserves to be scolded but I CANT BECAUSE SHE’S THE “ELITE RACE” in this country???
– Ok you got to stop being racist here.
– No no, it’s not “I am going to bath” It’s “I am going to bathe”… You need to at least know some conversational English, bro, its good for you.

I am pretty sure many of us who are well traveled will know all these. It’s kind of like a non verbal unified agreement;

We just fall in love with our pink IC. And we proudly say “Yes, I am from Singapore”. Not to forget, it was just a mere, living breathing man who made all these possible for us. I can’t even control a sim family of 8.

So as I was standing there just now, at the Senja CC tribute, I watched the video of how Mr Lee planted his first tree, second, third, so vigorously and happily. It was beautiful. Until when he was old and fragile, but even so, with his shaking hands, watered the trees that are now strong and sturdy.

Like our country. Our Singapore. And that analogy made me cry like a pussy but I didn’t care. I watched the scene of him weeping about the separation from Malaysia over and over again. I could almost feel the heartache. I felt it was so beautiful and the love he had for Singapore was so immense It made me ashamed of how little I contributed to anything at all.

That being said, no beautiful words can perfectly convey my gratitude. (Maybe it’s just because my vocab is limited).
I just hope that from this moment on, Singaporeans will truly keep a piece of him in their hearts forever, and help each other out more often. Don’t take pictures of stupid things and post it on Stomp, don’t bully and ostracize each other.

Because we’ve only got each other now. And we have the most important mission ever and that is to protect and keep his pride and joy running, to bring it to greater heights.
Thank you Mr Lee. I don’t know you, but I know all about you. Thank you for everything that you have done. I am not an extremely hardworking nor intelligent Harvard graduate but I will be brave, follow my dreams and put other people’s interest before mine. I will always remember to be appreciative, to be grounded and to always be kind.

Love,
Your humble citizen

22Mar2015

heartbreaking notions

by Valeisky

I don’t know where to start. The words simply clump up in my throat, like the withered leaves that clog around the drain during a sad, lonely day in fall. The night has finally arrived; the night where all notions of the breakup that we are facing shall be put to an end. I have to do it, don’t I?

I watched you while you were sleeping on the couch in the living room just now. It’s probably the 100000th time you told me not to wake you up so that we can sleep together on my bed. Our bed. Said because you find it a hassle to wake up just to shift back into the room when you have to wake by 6.30.

I stared for really long, mind you. I knelt down and ruffled your hair, took a sniff and a long, lovely gaze. You smell just the way I imagined, the familiar scent that envelops me when we cuddle. It reminds me of our love; the one we had a long long time ago until our problems outweighed it.

But… it’s going to be the first time I will obey that instruction that you gave. I will learn how not to be soft hearted again, how to not be so clingy; how to finally learn to get through a night where we lie so near, yet our hearts are miles apart.

There are many things I wanted you to know. However, right now, I can only wish that in the future, the thoughts will finally dawn upon you.

People always say its childish, to make a big deal out of who wins or loses in a relationship. But how is that childish? You’ve really defeated me hands down. Your bitter castigation, your passive aggression and all the moves that you have remotely outplayed me of. I guess, I am quite the loser, having gone down without a fight. I just allow myself to cry and mope over my own weakness. I actually fully embraced the gaping difference in our intelligence, the disparity of emotional detachment and then mock myself wryly.

What was that triumph card you held? The one that you held proudly over your head whilst we stood, divided, on the fragmented mounds of our broken relationship – It was simply the fact that you made everything seemed like it was my fault.

The best part; is the fact that I know you aren’t happy or anything. You are heartbreakingly sad. Probably just as sad as I am. It’s just that you simply had to do whatever you did to make yourself feel better about it. It’s almost as if you wanted to hurt me to ensure that I am hurting as much as you are.

I remember I tried to leave A alot of times. Until my friends were sick of me saying “Hey I swear i’m gonna leave him for good” and it never happens.

Why is this still happening? I realized I never actually matured in the sense of love. Am I a masochist? Right now I think there’s no denying it. Yes I guess I do fall into that pathetic stereotypical group of girls who simply love the pain.

Has it occurred to you that maybe I love you very fucking much for me to cry with burning humiliation in front of my sister, my friends and the public?

And in that 1 year 5 months of knowing me has it occurred to you that I do in fact love my pride alot, and I love you so fucking much that I allowed you to step on it like some shitty little cockroach fighting for life?

When I tugged at your arm, when my voice became so small because my eyes were choked with tears. When I ran out of ways to get across to you, to beg you to stop, when I started crying hysterically, kneeling on the floor, slamming my exasperated fists into the wall and onto the bed….

Has it occurred to you how much I love you?

We both know what the root of the problem is. – That we simply just don’t suit each other. But yes our hearts more than often enjoys disconnecting from our brains and in turn we act on the desires of our hearts.

I am sorry that I can’t be the kind of girl you want, the docile, feminine ideal wife material. A part of me is, but it’s not enough for you. You want me to be destitute of emotions, of my needs, of my wants, my hopes and dreams.

It’s kind of like a parasite. You want me to latch onto your dreams, your happiness, your well-being and derive my own lifeline from there.

Yes, you need a coffee; Honey let me get that for you right away. Are you hungry? Yes i will cook the noodles for you, in your style, your way. Sorry, did I put too much water? Please, finish the terrible noodles i cooked… I will do better next time. I am in the mood for sex, but oh you are tired, yes of course dear its normal for you to reject me, because I am not as attractive as the girls you look at on facebook. Oh wait what? I am napping but you are in the mood for sex. Yes of course honey, I will let you fuck me anytime you want to, because its a rare commodity. Even harder than getting a mythical bundle in dota2. Sorry, I know I look like a fucking gangster with the way I talk, so uncouth, unlike a girl. I am sorry that my conversations with my friends bore you. I see your phone is always on your hand whenever we are out. Yes I went out with a guy for dinner, because I stopped trying to make my life to revolve around you. Oh wait what do you mean you don’t remember the time where I made sure every appointment I had stops before 6.30 so that I can be at where you’d be after work? The waitress was so rude to me! But yes sorry baby I am just being a bitch when I tried to reason for better customer service. I should shut up and do my own reflections as to why she gave me bad service. Yes that guy likes me. I am sorry that I am such a whore, talking to him and all. I know its wrong for me to seek solace in other people when you left me crying for several nights. I am sorry I can get so horny just by someone speaking good english to me, and also, masturbating so much that the porn site is on my most frequented chrome tab. Oh you mean you are pretty sure I have been fucking around. Yes god damn I have been. Maybe that’s the reason why I still unabashedly ask you for sex. and crying after having been rejected by you. GOD. speaking of which yes you can’t stand my sarcasm nor my attitude. But why yes of course I can tolerate yours, after all you only show me attitude because I have done something extremely wrong, being the unreasonable slut that I am.

I guess I am indeed a very childish, very needy, and extremely whorish person. All I can say is, I really tried.

But I really can’t do it. I wonder about that every day. Does that make me a failure? A bad girlfriend? My emotions and my wants and needs have broken free and gone out of hand. My eyes are tired of being the most frequented emotional outlet. My hands are sore from the countless times I plummeted the various surfaces. And my heart…. is so so empty.

It doesn’t really matter what the world thinks, What I think. Most importantly, its what YOU think. I am shit-assed godforsaken kind of terrible in your eyes.

But I love you. I really do. And we both know that I love you enough to let you go.

I have to let you go. I want you to be happy. You deserve to be.

Just grit our teeth, let me be the one to finally set the ravages of our love on fire. We get through the notions… and we’ll survive.

And then you’ll be happier. So much happier.

And I will probably still love you through all of that.

13Mar2015

50 shades of amber? :O

by Valeisky

Actually, why do people still watch 50 shades when they can’t stop complaining that “Mr Grey’s actions damn gross sia!!! DAMN SADISTIC SIA!!! DAMN ERXIN SIA!!!”

And why can’t you stop criticizing about how the chosen lead actor don’t fit “Mr Grey in the book”? When you read, your mind conjures up images and faces. It’s pretty hard to imagine someone or a place that you have never seen before. I always liked to believe the theory that everything you dream about is something/someplace/someone that you have encountered before in your consciousness. Even if it’s just a glimpse of that particular guy whilst you are walking down the street, even if you only saw the scenery on the book before someone flips the page, even if it’s an object that you have overlooked on someone’s table.

Your idea of Mr Grey is probably a combination of (insert preferred hot celebrity) + particular features of someone that you really like (like, ian somerhalder’s eyes) + bearing the closeness of someone you like (your boyfriend or someone that you like).

I haven’t read the entire series of the books. But I have read many novels and watched the movies following which. And in all honesty… I think Our movie’s Mr Grey did quite a fine job there. Dakota did astoundingly well… Good submissive vibes. And their chemistry is overwhelming.

Many people ask me why 1) I don’t read the book since I enjoy erotic novels 2) Why did i not continue the novel I was working on. In case you guys don’t know, its here: http://www.part-timelovers.blogspot.com (start from the prologue)

The reason being that 1) my story consists of dominatrix although not to Mr Grey’s extent. I don’t wish to end up losing my originality and deviate from my intended ideas because I’d like to believe 50 shades is an absolutely good read. 2) My ex was a dominatrix and somehow for the past few months it still hurt for me to even try to think about it. No… not because he whipped me 6 times. Just emotional issues which ironically were irrelevant to him that I have already solved.

However the good news is that I have decided to continue writing now 😀 follow me here on voirvaleisky.com ~ and I will post the updates here. I don’t advertise about my novel elsewhere.

In case some of you have the holy christian mindset, dominatrix is nothing crazy depending on both parties. Pain and pleasure are interrelated, both having induction of the same hormone. Pain… is pleasure. This is what I told M, take a deep breath, let the pain wash over you. Your body grows accustomed to it, and harmonizes with the beauty that follows. (But of course we were talking about braces and not getting dickslapped by some belt.)

I actually enjoyed being the submissive when I was with my ex. No… he didn’t whip me till I bleed or anything. There are many levels and types of things that a dominant may want to do to you / with you. Don’t let Mr Grey’s playroom scare you.

From my recent shoot.

The photographer said he saw the lingerie online and immediately decided that I would like it. Sure as hell I did 🙂

Anyway, I will be heading to KL for a short vacation this weekend. Will be back with more updates. And hopefully get started on chapter 14 of PTL. 😀

Yes, I need to look at a photo of ayam goreng before I go, and fantasize about it entirely for the remaining 1 day I have left in Singapore.

And I just realized that Malaysian boys like to eat fries. Is it a Malaysian thing or what???

Chauuuu.

9Mar2015

Goddess’ birthday, bitches

by Valeisky

My dear peasants,

thank you for all dem lovely birthday wishes. This is probably one of the best birthdays I ever had. Not to forget, thanks to everyone who made it possible for everything on my wishlist to be fulfilled 😀

I am one very lucky girl! My sister planned a lovely birthday outing for me, and I am really touched to know that all dem boys turned up for my party. And the best part is knowing a few of them dedicated time to make a very (fugly) but sweet college for me. Jesus. How the fuck did my sister collect that huge number of unglam photos of me.

WELL YES AS YOU CAN SEE, I AM NOT VERY ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT WEARING A BOARD FILLED WITH MY UGLY PHOTOS ON MY BODY.

I know right… They cropped it and made it a point of joke for days.

So this is the cafe that my sister brought me to. The clever entrepreneurs converted their semi d into a very quaint al fresco cafe downstairs. It’s at some ulu part of clementi…. No idea how we reached there. My sister used google maps and we followed her blindly under the hot sun. :’D

I didn’t try their cakes, but I heard from my friend who tried their rainbow cake, that it sucked ass. We had our brunch there, thus… yesssss AMERICAN BREAKFAST FOR ME.

I ordered their featured lamb shank with man tou too. Extremely delicious.

Fluffy scrambled eggs… (it writes there sunny side up on the menu but you can have any style) fresh greens, sauteed mushrooms, thick toast, crispy bacon and a long and yummy sausage. OH YEAH YOU KNOW YOUR GODDESS LOVES HER SAUSAGES, H A H A H A

Charles and my sister ordered the pancakes. Only 10 bucks but really, dat fat slice of carbs… x 3.. overkill bro. Both of them couldn’t get past 1.5 slices. HAHA.

Z bought my favorite cake for me… one of the only few cakes that I eat. Strawberry shortcake from bakerzin.

Nothing beats fresh buttercream and soft sponge cake.

I would say… full force but that shitty KY drove. Time to buy a 7 seater, bitch. If ryan hadn’t gone to League of lesbians our team is complete… HAHA. Ryan would be position 4, and I position 1, Zax 2, Charles 5 and jon 5.

With my princess… Pisces baby 😀

So part of the birthday outing was LASER TAG. I pretty much guessed it. Nothing much to do in Singapore :’D

But it was way better than the grassy (OMG RIGHT GRASS) muddy paintball that we played in JB. Yes… ryan is sticking his damn gun at my boob. OH TALK ABOUT INNUENDOS.

CB this fish and co I swear I don’t have face to step foot into Clementi Mall again. I had to wear that really humiliating but adorably endearing oyster on my head, Made to stand on a fucking chair and the manager shouted “LET’S SING A BIRTHDAY SONG FOR GODDESS”

HA HA HA GODDESSSSSSS

Yeah man your hardworking goddess still had to work. I tell you, dat Guinness shirt is so damn small. OR IS IT BECAUSE I AM FAT.

I made a mistake of trying dat overhyped yoghurt that day… There’s no going back, I swear. The yoghurt is so so, and the staff attitude is damn bad but I can’t resist the caramelized biscuits. Fuck. People who invent sinful food all need to get fucked by a spider. THEY NEED TO BURN IN HELL, SATAN’S BEGUILEMENT.

4 fingers wasn’t what I expected. I don’t like marination overkill >.> Won’t go back again D:

So yeah on my actual birthday (which was CNY eve) my grandmother made me two red eggs 😀 so traditional but still sweet nonetheless. I mean my grandmother, not the eggs. I fucking hate boiled eggs. I DID EAT ONE OK.

So we spent CNY eve playing charades. HAHAHA YES FUCKING UNGLAM SHOT OF MY SISTER BUT I FEEL NO REMORSE SINCE SHE HAS A PENTHOUSE COLLECTION OF MY FUCKING GOD FORSAKEN UGLY PHOTOS

It’s sad to feel that the atmosphere of CNY is dying out. It used to be so exciting and all when I was much younger. Now it’s just replacing your water content in body with beer and gambling all your money away :’D I didn’t even do any CNY shopping. D:

Yes, I am an angel :’D

LOL YES I JUST HAD TO TAKE A PHOTO OF MY EXTREMELY EVIL DAD WHO WON ALL OUR MONEY.

But okay la, at least he still cooked our very standard CNY supper which is the abalone with chicken noodles HAHAHA.

The only few females in my life that I choose to keep. My cousins and my sister, NOT IN THIS PICTURE BECAUSE SHE WAS BUSY LOOKING FOR FOOD TO EAT.

TOTALLY WEARING THE SAME FUCKING H AND M BRA JESUS FUCK. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA WHY DID I EVEN POST THIS UP HAHAHAHA

So anyway, I just want to say thanks to everyone who helped make my wishes come true. I can’t believe everything on my list was fulfilled, and I got more than what I expected. I’m going to cry.

Thanks to CY, for my preciousssssss aveda hair products and extravagant pet food items for my shitty dog,
RC for the most precious 500 rm xD and that extra bit I used for steam cash 😉 😉
My sister, cousins and my boys for like,.. more than half of the items I wanted,
P for that generous angbao
YT for that lovely shades (I can’t stop wearing it) and make up products
Z for the Vs perfume
M for the necklace which looks exactly like the one I used to have :’D
ED for the lace bralets 😉 HAHAHA
KW all that awesome fun and THAT FUCKING CUACA ICE MAKER WHAT THE FUCK
AM for your sweet note and dress 🙂

and to all of you who wished me happy birthday. I am soooooooooooo happy you have no idea. especially from those that I really didn’t expect. hahahaha. I am so lucky to have you guys in my life 🙂

LOL HAIL CUACA.

Have a good week ahead darlings. I will be back to flood you again. Love ya!

4Feb2015

Frostbite.

by Valeisky

Hello you awesome peasants.

My birthday is coming. Like, where the hell is my present? HAHAHA. So yes this is my extremely long taipei post. Please read through it if you are thinking of going taipei. I obviously took way more photos than this, but most of them are in my FB album.

We went for a total of 5 days.

Air tickets: 593$ Two way on CI (this is Taiwan’s legacy airline) (Book earlier if you want cheaper tickets.)
Lodging: 456$ 4 nights at Paradise Inn (this is right beside Xi Men Ding)
Cash: 1000$ Sgd (more than enough for me. had 1000 NT left after lending Ky and Zax money)

Remember, you don’t have to bring too much if you don’t wanna buy home any of those tai yang bing or whatever sai.

The thing about going TP when it’s still the winter season is that there is nothing for you to buy because everywhere sells Winterwear. Who the fuck buys a thick fleece coat to wear to Cineleisure for a movie right???

My trip was 8-12th January, and one of the coldest nights we experienced was about 10 degrees. It was extremely cold, especially when the wind blows. The trick is always keep your hands and feet warm. Get a coat with pockets so you can tuck your hands in.

DON’T TELL YOURSELF : Aiya my aircon already 18, whats 8 degrees lesser? Because you will cry.

I wore stockings with shorts and it was still alright because I had a scarf on. I used the chemical hand warmers. Most of the time, walking is a bitch and all you wanna do is to have some hot soup.

Day 1

At terminal 1, our flight was at 9+ and it was a good time because (not too early as mr lawyer ain’t a morning person)
and its not too late when we reached TP. We still have time to do lots of stuff so the day isn’t wasted.

Brought maomao x2 along. Don’t ask me why its called x2 la. I have a smaller maomao do you remember???

Our plane.

I obviously got the window seat. I love sitting there so much. Grandpa used to always request for window seat for his most precious grand daughter 🙂

Yes sorry your goddess looks like shit here because she had no make up on other than bb cream.

Contrary to many people who hate aeroplane food, I love it so damn much. I always end up slurping up people’s leftovers. And yes, I guess that’s also one of the reasons why I enjoyed working as a crew. HAHAHAHA. Sorry, your goddess is a fucking greedy piece of trash. D:

Grandpa also used to request for another set for me hehehe.

This is curry dory with very fragrant steamed rice. I finished everything xD

Facade of the hotel. Look at how i was dressed. Lol it was chilly as fuck but bearable… since ya’ll know your goddess is insanely hot. HAHAHAHA

Our very first meal was a steaming hot bowl of beef noodles at a shop a stone’s throw away from hotel. Look at the prices. Very cheap! and the noodles really like free one sia. overflowing. I couldn’t finish. But the soup is refillable. Even noodles too. LOL.

It’s hand made! I swear I can drink that soup every day for the rest of my life. They have like these funny looking condiments on the table which looked as if it has been uncleaned for years… but you need to get over the neat-freak in you and just dump a little of everything into your noodles. TRUST ME. DO IT.

Their 7-11 is called “Seven” by the locals. And fuck there’s sanrio everywhere.I think all the hello kitty fans will go crazy. You can purchase this “Ez-link” card from the counter that allows you to take any of the subs. Their trains are really convenient so its a must.

They have the freaking priority seat too… I wonder if they have taiwan version of stomp..

I saw this beautiful cafe by the road as we were on our way to the JAY CHOU initial D cafe. Taipei is littered with all of such little cafes that open till late. It’s so romantic. I always wanted to open my own cafe too 😀

So yes we arrived at the JAY CHOU initial D cafe. I tell you…. a valuable advice. If you really die die want to go there to take a look anyway, GO THERE AFTER YOU HAD YOUR MEAL.

Yeah I know, so cute. Your goddesssssss obviously.

They have this Popping glass bottle drink omg holy. This is like my childhood favorite. For those of you who are like too fucking young or don’t have a childhood, THIS AWESOME BOTTLE HAS A MARBLE. Pop it in, and you can shake it up FOR THE ULTIMATE FIZZY DRINK EXPERIENCE. AND THEN

AFTER DRINKING, FEEL FREE TO ANNOY YOUR PARENTS BY SHAKING THE EMPTY BOTTLE NON STOP.

Okay, I’m going to tell you why the fuck you don’t eat at the cafe.

This soup, is the best out of all that we ordered. but its like as though they used clear water instead of a broth. And there’s hardly any soup. The fish is extremely fresh, tho.

Mentaiko wedges. Zax gobbled everything but in my opinion it was way too dry, there’s no actual resonating flavor. Even the mentaiko tasted wayyy off. It’s like eating peanut butter with cardboard.

THIS. THIS IS THE FUCKING HIGHLIGHT. JUST LOOK AT IT. What the fuck is that black thing? WE DON’T KNOW BUT IT SURE TASTED AS LIKE ALL WEIRD BLACK THINGS DO. The TOFU, is fucking caramelized. with some peanut powder on top. Mix it with the queer black substance. WoW, I tell you.

Let me try to describe the feeling to you. It’s like you walk into a room. You see your mother having sex with the table. your sister is lying dead on the floor. And your dog is playing the guitar. It’s so fucking odd and fucked up and all happening at the same time that you don’t know how to concentrate on any one at one time nor how to react to anything at all.

in that ONE BITE. YES. YES.

NO. DONT EAT IT.

Ok time for dessert. Look at it. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS THAT???? NEITHER DO I.

ITS AS AVERAGE AS your typical 2.8k MMR. NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO PLAY WITH THE BIG BOYS, BUT NOT BAD ENOUGH SO YOU CAN USE HIM AS UR +1.

Okay that’s the end of your goddess’ sacred judgement on the food at Initial D cafe.

All else that fails, it was a beautiful restaurant tho the staff kept looking at me like I am an insect. To think I still left tips.

YES. I walked the chilly streets of taipei in my shorts and sheer stockings. Contrary to popular beliefs where everyone thinks Taiwanese people run along the roads wearing cropped tops and shorts, they are all wrapped up like ba zhang (dumplings) and I believe they are so bolstered up that they may not die if a truck knocks into them. Probably just bounce away.

We went into the heart of Xi Men Ding and it was bustling with life. Hell, its absolute nightlife over there because of their geographical position that makes the days short and nights longer. Perfect place for edward cullen if he ever wishes to learn Chinese.

Queued like crazy for this crepe which tasted pretty ordinary to me. But the staff’s service attitude was extraordinarily bad.

That’s one hell of a fine christmas tree. ToS sure did make alot of money scamming diamonds from us stupid shits, trying to defeat dem fucking impossible bosses. >Affirmative

Went to queue for the Famous Ah Zhong Mian Xian. It’s at Xi Men Ding.

So you know I have eaten Shih Lin Street Snacks my whole life and this Ah Zhong Mee Sua is actually a bold peppery taste and the ingredients inside are actually some really chewy bits of errr…. idk. LOL I THINK ITS SOME PART OF THE PIG LA BUT I REALLY NOT TOO SURE. Was quite delicious tho.

WE WENT TO THE FRICKING BIG BUILDING. ITS LIKE 6-7 LEVELS OF KTV by partyworld.

THE MOST AWESOME THING IS THAT YOU GET YOUR OWN FUCKING TOILET IN YOUR ROOM. LIKE JUST 3 STEPS AWAY.

Its like fucking cheap??? About 14 sgd per person, you can sing till you die. till 5am. Free drinks and their taiwan beer is included. Yes dat drunkard mr lawyer was like “YES BEER. BEER FOR ALL. BEER BEER BEER”

DRINK, SING, GO TOILET, DRINK SOMEMORE.

We went to Jiu Fen Pu (9th District) On the second day. Jesus it was beautiful. We hired a personal taxi driver cum tourguide so the lovely lady brought us around the place. And quite unlike your typical tourguide, she was sincere, heartwarming and really dedicated.

I strongly suggest for you to visit the 9th district because of the rich heritage. Quite alot of tourists but you will find some good buys there. All your pineapple tarts and shits can be bought here. but choose the right shop. This is why you need a good tour guide. Ours brought us to this shop that sells the most excellent pineapple tarts. Its freshly made every morning.

You can ask me for the tourguide’s number or the shop name if you are interested.

Very beautiful and with that lovely traditional Chinese vibe.

Some foods that I tried there.

The first one is actually an ice cream with peanut powder and coriander which is…. pretty weird for me. But dat two fried prawn balls jesus. I NEVER KNEW I COULD LIKE BALLS SO MUCH.

Isn’t it beautiful? This is some exhibition of the Japan’s prince’s summer house or something. It’s all around the same area.

Beautiful and fresh air. Nothing much to do there, but you can just take a brisk walk and enjoy la. They’ve got fucking mountains leh. Sg only got bukit timah hill. with the monkeys and all.

Our very hopeless-romantic KY decided that he wants to bring us to put the Kong Ming Deng. It’s actually quite fun la to draw shit on the lantern and watch it disappear into the sky.

We completed the day with cheap street food. Lots of seafood holy shit.

This is my favorite photo of the boys. So adorable. You’ve got to try this steamboat buffet…. Its only slightly cheaper than your average Singapore price but I tell you… Scallops, crabs, large oysters, fresh prawns, fish… haagen daz, all free flow.

And they have the classic coke in a bottle which I really love.

Oh yes did i tell you, Mr Lawyer and I tried chicken testicle. WHAT THE FUCK.

when you bite into it, all the sperm explodes in your mouth. It’s like blowing a virgin and he erupts uncontrollably and without warning. YES. THAT’S THE FEELING.

But its a fucking chicken testicle. NO I DID NOT FINISH MINE. Mr lawyer did. I always suspected he was secretly gay. That has further confirmed my suspicions.

Very delicious Milk tea from seven-11. They use real milk. It’s damn awesome but the boys found it too milky to their liking.

This is my favorite day of the lot. Because yes we went to Dan Shui, and the famous Shih Lin night market. There were just too many games and we spent most of our money here. HAHAHA

The subway has advertorial posters of the dota characters for some … hp game? Not sure whats the name. Here’s my favorite character xD

The very first game booth I went. Simple toss the rings. I GOT NONE LOL.

The second one is my favorite game. SHOOTING gallery! Reminds me of those house of the dead arcade game days. HAHAHAHA.

It was really fun because they use the actual gun models. Very heavy and with the crosshair and everything. 200 NT per game… thats about 8 bucks. Pretty expensive but too fun not to play. HAHAHA

They have rows and rows of food stalls, game stalls and KY got this little puppy for me from the UFO catcher. Hes damn pro wtf??? Hidden talent. I never knew.

Then we headed to the lover’s bridge. If you are going as a couple I think its pretty meaningful? I was there with ky and zax… Poor Mr lawyer had to do work in the hotel.

To be honest im not a very cheesy person so all these don’t really carry much meaning for me. I think love ends somewhat … even in between couples.

But i saw this hanging by the fence near the bridge and it was so sad that it made me tear up. I’ve translated the chinese for you guys. Its a guy who apparently returned to the lover’s bridge after the break up with his ex gf. a sad reminisce. Sometimes I wonder if my ex will ever miss me this way. HAHAHAHA. I guess guys like that are worth keeping.

Another of my favorite games at the Shih Lin Market. Simply control the steer to tilt the board left or right so that the marble will move towards the goal. It takes dexterity, patience and good control of motion. Yes i completed the junior one xD LOL

I found something interesting about their toilets. They’ve got this screen that indicates which cubicle is unoccupied. LOL.

We went to 5th District on the second last day… and to be honest its the most wasted day of the trip. KY said its supposed to be many shops (kinda like bugist street) selling cheap clothes etc. Everything was winter wear and its actually pretty expensive. One dress is about 28-35 sgd? Bugis got like 10 dollars one la…. LOL

So we spent the whole day there, destitute of good food and then strolled the streets of taipei, Near Taipei 101. It’s pretty much like your standard Paragon kinda mall with all the super atas shops that can also be found in SG. so yeap, wasted as well. Nothing special.

We spent the last dinner at this shitty place called Fishhouse, at Xi Men Ding and it was damn terrible. Don’t ever eat there, though the decor is nice. No wonder we looked around and realized no one else ordered food but us.

Damn.

LOOKS CAN BE SO DECEIVING YEAH YEAH YEAH

We ended the last night back at the party world singing and lapping up all the cheap taiwan beer like thirsty whores.

Last breakfast before leaving Taipei, KY brought us to this fish market. It’s like a real market that sells fresh/live seafood and a Japanese concept. You can choose your products (ready to eats and groceries), pay at the cashier and then eat along the tables provided outside.

Just look at that thick slices of salmon sashimi. YOOOOOOOOO. that’s about 7.40 Sgd only. Omg.

I really loved how they store the rice. So traditional. lol

Tasted awesome too. But okay la being kiasu singaporeans we ended up with too much food that we had to tabao it with us.

Very fulfilling! HEHEHE.

I went home with scary eyebags. Just be prepared to get less than 5 hours of sleep nightly if you really want to make the most of your trip. 😀

I hope I didn’t bore ya’ll out with this post. HEHE. All the shit ton of photos are over at my fb album~~

SO WE HAVE COME TO THE END OF THIS POST, THANKS FOR YOUR KIND ATTENTION GUYS.

Just to add, I will start streaming my dota 2 very soon! And if you would like to follow me first, please do. I will appreciate it very much. My twitch id is : valeisky

❤

31Jan2015

Muerte.

by Valeisky

hell bound.

heart’s an empty vessel, bound by the chains of the tormenting charades.
in that blinding pain and parasitic contempt,
i failed to realize i had more to gain than lose,

if i just let go.

yet my wings are soaked in guilt, doused in the flames of eternal regret.
fear… is the worst rebirth of a heartbreak.

14Jan2015

I want to live in Taiwan forever.

by Valeisky

Hola, your goddess is back safe and sound + fat from her Taipei trip.

I will sort out the photos and then you guys have to promise you read the fantastic post till the end, word by word if you ever want to go Taipei during the winter okay?

For now, typing is diffcult because I have put a cone on Lycan and he isn’t too happy about it. Thus he decided the best way to exact revenge is to make full use of the conical properties of the plastic and nudging his way in between my laptop and me. I CANT FUCKING TYPE.

Current position:

Look at that motherfucking face. HAHA
I managed to make a video. Pardon my manly voice. I have yet to recover from my cough.

UPDATE: I managed to put him to sleep. HAHAHA I DON’T MEAN CLUBBING HIM TO A STATE OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS.

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Anyway there’s something that has been bothering me for very long and I just want to speak up for myself as well as people who are just like me. Being particular about the quality of service you get does not make you a bitch. I have received a few comments from people, even some of my own friends and my ex (can you believe it. even my own friends say that about me) that I am very bad tempered/bitchy towards certain service people.

And it pisses me off because they think its okay for the service crew to be bad tempered but I on the receiving end is bitchy for expressing my unhappiness in return? As like how every hypocritical human being is, no one remembers that I am the one who gives the extra tip, I’m the one who makes the service crew smile, the one who says my “please” and “thanks” . I am the one who helps the kid take more flyers to ease his job. I am the one who writes the compliment letters and the one who clears her own tray at the eateries.

All these? It comes naturally because I am in the service industry as well. When you enter a shop, or is about to engage a service, in simple analogy, it’s like approaching a large dog.

If the dog wags its tail, paws at you playfully, it gives you the signal “Welcome welcome! Please hug me.” and then you will obviously be like “omg… so fucking cute. I want to keep him.”

But if the dog starts growling even before you can talk, what will be your natural reaction? Fear, anger, confusion. “Why is the dog behaving this way? I am not even here to hurt him.” Then one thing leads to another, you will be less inclined and less open to embracing more interactions with the dog. You may even be on defense mode in case you get hurt.

In my entire life as a service crew, I have encountered nasty customers. However, at the end of the day, no matter what comes out of that service engagement that went wrong, I can safely say that “Look, I have given it my best. I smiled, put on my best behavior, tried to compromise. But it was rejected.” Most of the nasty customers made the quarrel something personal, and of deep insult, such as (you have no brains thats why you work here instead of working as a lawyer or doctor, i paid for your service so you are supposed to allow me to scold you stupid and useless, i am in a bad mood thus i am allowed to vent it on you and make things inconvenient for you and the other customers)

However, I can proudly say that I have received many compliments from customers that I have attended to in my 4 years of life as a service crew. I’m just going to once again say the cliche tagline, “It always starts with a smile”

Someone told me this: “Oh please, the poor waitress has been working since 9am till now, shes tired. Give her a break. It’s ok for her not to smile nor be friendly to you”

Really? I worked 10-10.30 every day last time and I can still say “Hello! Welcome to _____ ! What would you like to have? ” I have flown to Perth and back in the wee hours of the day, meaning I haven’t slept in the past 20 hours and I can still say “Hello sir what can I get for you?” I can still help the poor China aunties and uncles to fill up their CIQ forms one by one till I got scolded by my senior for being overly helpful.

Alot of Singaporeans wonder why we are being replaced by foreigners. From my personal point of view, I believe Singaporeans are too spoilt. Because you are simply not bothered to give it your best. You think you are better than the others. You think the shop you work at is too popular and thus people will still beg you for the product even if you are alarmingly rude. Mind you, I have seen so many China/Malaysians/Philippines service crew that are always smiling and ready to offer their apologies when needed. Because they really need the money, maybe. But if that drive for money can result in such fantastic attitude at work, I will definitely hire a foreigner if I too am the employer.

This is your job. When you are doing it, give it your best. I think its absolutely wrong to make up excuses such as “they are tired” “if you are them you will also be like that” “you are being sensitive”.

Z always make fun of me when I lose my temper at him. He’d say “Walao, why when you talking to the customers at work or when you are talking to the waiters and waitresses you are always so sweet, then when talk to me all the vulgarities come out.”

I think that statement speaks for itself. HAHAHA.

Okay I have finished ranting. In conclusion, I just want to remind you guys that there is nothing wrong with expecting good service from the people serving you. Because this is part of their job scope, not a bonus. And this comes from me speaking from a non-hypocritical point of view. In all benefit of the doubt, you can always feel free to drop by the restaurant I work at to see it for yourself.

Will update with the taiwan post in a few days 😀

5Jan2015

Mere illusions.

by Valeisky

Have you ever missed someone so much, that in your bed at 3am, that longing keeps you wide awake. Your body is immobilized by the encapsulating pain of their absence. Recollection of their touch sent tingles down your palm, to your fingertips, of which that electrifies you with sardonic emptiness.

You cannot erase, how well you remember, the ridges of their bodies, the distance of their heads away from the edge of the pillow you shared.

You cannot forget… how much they loved you. the only thing that remains unchanged now, is the familiar ceiling, the shrouding darkness, and the cycle of waking up to realize things will never be the same anymore.

Hola, peasants. 🙂

Your goddess has been having insomnia. My eye bags are like 50 shades of black.

Anyway, bad things aside, have you guys made your shitty lil new year resolutions that no one really bothers to stick to after awhile?

I will be going Taiwan soon. Don’t miss me too much okay? If anyone needs me to buy them something (I’ll be going taipei) let me know in advance. I am leaving on the 8th.

This is a screenshot I took whilst playing sims 3. I loaded every expansion pack I have + about 600mb of custom downloads, and it still runs smoothly. The game has originally set the graphic settings to high, but said it failed to recognize the graphic driver. I am not surprised… 970m is really new 😀

I am soooooo happy to be a hermit and just seek refuge in my virtual world on this beautiful laptop and just create the stories I always wanted to have in my life but will never get the chance to have.

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Stay safe and enjoy this awesome start of the year okay? I have a feeling it’s going to be a great one. I read this wallet fengshui article on facebook (forgot who shared it) and I realized I have already been following the fengshui rules leh. Truth to be told I am not a millionaire yet, but okay la, at least not losing money. HAHAHA.

Here’s the tips if you wanna try your luck to get rich 😉

1) Wallet has to be black, (to get richer) or brown (to save more money).

2) Never use blue or red/orange! Blue = liquid = spend money like water. LOL. red/orange = burning = burning ur money

3) Don’t use odd shaped wallets. The best will be elongated ones so that your notes will be straight, not folded.

4) That being said, its all because you have to respect your wallet & the money inside if you want fortune to respect you in return.

5) How to respect your wallet? Don’t dirty it, or leave it lying around. Always put it in a safe and comfy place. (But of course you don’t need to make a bed with blanket for it la)

6) Always treat your money with love and care by making sure they are sorted out properly and arranged in an orderly fashion (eg, all facing the same direction, and by numerical value order.) I have always done that because I have OCD ;D

7) Don’t clutter your wallet with shits like receipts of how much money you spend, bills that indicate how much debts you incurred, expired membership cards and etc.

8) I have always followed this one – Put more cash in your wallet, and it will “Grow” more cash. Don’t always have like, less than 5 dollars in your wallet. My parents used to say, wealth is “Attracted” to people with fortune. I have always made it a point to have at least 300 dollars in my wallet that can’t be touched, and an additional 100$ in my cards’ pouch.

Have fun guys!

29Dec2014

the best things in life are not free, they come at 2.2k in the shape of an ROG laptop.

by Valeisky

I fucking swear,

it’s either I am a poor + stupid woman, or wordpress is really a fucked up piece of shit. For a start. YOU CANT,!!! YOU CAN’T go to the web template editor to edit your own layout using html codes.YOU NEED TO PAY LIKE 70 BUCKS TO DO THAT.

WHO THE FUCK WILL PAY 70 BUCKS just to change the font used in the blog??? OR 70 BUCKS just to CHANGE THE COLOR OF THE HEADER. I don’t see that happening at blogger.com.

Okay, forget it. You don’t let me customize my template, that’s fine. Let’s go over and see what other ready made ones we can use. OH WOW. 90% OF THE THEMES NEED TO BE PAID FOR USAGE.

It’s not 1 dollar. its not 5 dollars. ITS FUCKING 20-70 dollars for one bloody fucking theme AND THAT STILL DOES NOT INCLUDE the CUSTOMIZATION OF YOUR OWN HTML. I think. I don’t know. because ain’t nobody so stupid to buy the themes when I can make one myself.FOR FREE. IF ONLY.

I am seriously thinking about moving back to blogger.com but the transition will be a hassle because I already have so many posts and photos uploaded here.

The current font and color for my current theme seems to make it hard for you guys to read coherently. Trust me, I tried all of the free themes but they suck balls. I am so sorry. I will definitely try to see how to tweak the photo sizes and typing arrangements so its best for you guys to read with ease.

Now that my screen is 17.3″ I need to make sure I make the photos smaller even though it looks extra small on my screen.

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Anyway, enough of whining. ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT MY ROG LAPTOP????
<inserts crappy music mix> But first, let me take a selfie.

Took this at the food hygiene course I attended. I really loved my eyeliner on this one because for the first time its actually balanced on both eyes. I kinda miss working at the small company that conducted the courses… It was a place where I can be creative, informal and still get to provide customer service. But really… the pay and the boss is like >.>

That was years ago tho. Time flies, as like everyone says but we all failed to fully see the power of every second. Now that I think about it, there’s only (theoretically) 5 working days in a week, 2 days for us to play. then it becomes a new week. There’s only 4 weeks in a month. Its really really fast. We only realize how fast it goes every Sunday, and every end of the year.

Your goddess is getting old, and not a fair bit more awesome than before. I need to change that.

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OKAY, So before we get started

on my ROG lappy, here’s a quick pic of my favorite smoked duck. It’s from cold storage. There’s two types, one is the original, and one black pepper. Get the black pepper one because the other one tastes like fetus.

And yes, its really really good. Expensive though. 4.95 for one. But its large, tender, juicy, moist and flavorful. It’s the closest you can get to wetting your pants from food.

ASUS ROG G751 JT

The cute boy working at challenger called, and said MY FUCKING BABY IS WAITING FOR ME IN THE SHOP.

I walked into the tiny shop and saw the beautiful box (extremely large too) waiting for me by the cashier. Cute boy offered to help me set the laptop up.

There’s the cerberus which is a gaming headset that comes included in the purchase. It’s a promotional item so it’s not available off the shelf.

I squealed when he took the laptop out because it was so beautiful. My heart was pounding so fast! Omg.

My hands were shaking when I took this pic. HAHAHA. I had work and a jb trip so I was only able to unpack and set it up at home like 4 days after bringing it back.

This is a comparison of my old laptop vs the rog:

Can you see the difference in the screen quality? It’s pretty hard to see the size comparison because my older one was already 15.6″ so not that much of a difference in size. But the rog baby is really heavy… about 4.3kgs as compared to 3kgs (my old acer one) It comes with a bigger and heavier battery too. God. Definitely not meant to be travel-friendly. Hahaha.

Here’s a close up of the screen + the crimson keys.

It took me about 45mins to transfer my files from the old laptop into the HDD.

But the ROGbaby only took about 20mins. But okay la, most of the new computers now already have USB 3.0.

I made a video as well, Sorry I look extremely ugly in the video. My face is somewhat distorted in there and I am not sure what the fuck happened as well. LOL.

Click here to go to the original youtube link : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGh0-azbLwo
if the fucking video above doesn’t work.

Okay, now that you have seen that really stupid ugly video of me and wasted 1.30 minutes of your life, here’s another photo of me to re-beautify that image of your goddess in your mind.

Worked for this new dance club called The Stage. Its the old St James Powerhouse and oh my god, so nostalgic. I used to frequent there back when I was 18-19 on Wednesdays and Saturdays. I love RNB and hiphop. Those were the days when music and dancing was more emphasized than drinking drinking drinking and girls pestering you to buy them shots because they earn commission from it. (That is basically every drinking place now)

The stage is actually a pretty good concept, and the boss is an extremely humble and friendly Korean guy. It has a live band playing all night, and a good mix of 80s, RnB and abit of edm. Very good ambience. However in my personal opinion… It’s not good to have “party girls” there who are overly pushy for shots. It deviates from the “Chill-out” concept. But well. I have decided that I won’t be working there anymore, But i may pop by for a drink one day.

I think one of the reasons why I can’t be successful in getting guys to buy me “ladies drink” so that I can earn from it is simply due to the fact I myself don’t endorse the idea of men spending 100-150 dollars for a tray of fruit juice. Of which, I only earn a small share of. Might as well give me the money….

Also, I never believed in asking/begging for something from a guy. I think that if he is sincerely and genuinely interested in wanting to make a good impression, he will buy you the drinks on his own.

I worked during the soft launch of The Stage and the friendly boss bought this for another girl working there. 30 tequila shots. And nope, I really wanted to help her out but I hate tequila. Its the bane of my life.

Enough of nightlife and work and money. It’s fucking stressful to talk about them. LOL. Let’s destress and look at the resemblance Z has to chickens and ducks.

LOOOOOOOOOOOL i don’t think anyone of you will allow me to take photos of you guys the next time we go out together.

But hey, I do take normal photos with people too. I love the holiday season and will always wear the santa hat when I am out. Sorry, Look like shit here with only a face powder. Yes, I love this photo only because I look cute with the hat. LOL 😉 😉

Went Christmas shopping with Mr lawyer and he brought me to a yakitori place called Sumire Yakitori House at Bugis Junction. Stuffed our faces with an array of food. The cold tofu in Goma sauce damn fucking awesome. I also really liked their “chicken tail” and Mushroom sticks. Way cheaper than my favorite Yakitori place, Tori Tama.

Notice that super fat potato croquette in the middle of the photo. If you haven’t watched the video of it I uploaded on Insta, please do. It’s fucking awesome. HAHAHA. my insta’s name is Valeisky if you haven’t already know.

So I chanced upon this whilst online. Now we know who to not offend if we want to stay alive.

Looks like I better not drive Z crazy lest you find me one day with a razor embedded in my throat. No wonder he always told me he likes razer products. NOW I KNOW.

Here, have a pic of a fat and generous slab of foie gras.

Don’t worry, your goddess didn’t have the privilege to eat it too. Mr lawyer sent it to me because Leos love to evoke jealousy in other people. HAHAHA. Fuck, i almost typed “invoke jealousy”

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL. Anyway I do not own this beautiful drawing of invoker. the original photo is accessible by clicking the photo.

I may upload a video of me playing invoker soon with Z screaming instructions at me as a mentor. But first I need to get a camera because fucking iphone.

I KNOW YOU ALL WANT TO SEE ME GETTING SCOLDED FOR MISSING A SUNSTRIKE + FIREBALL + DEAFENING COMBO.

I had to cancel work (fucking x1.5 pay $$$$) because of bad gastric. And I was being so sad and emo at home thus my sweet sister decided to ask me and Z to join her boyfriend and her for a mock-up christmas party at home.

She hung the glowstick on our very grumpy lycan:

me: Waaaa mei,so romantic, you make heart shape for you and jasper ah?
sis: HUH. NO WTF. I ONLY ARRANGE IT TO TAKE PIC AND PUT ON INSTAGRAM.

Now we know. HAHA

LOL. My sister bought this packet of fake snow and placed it into a container. It does actually feel like the real thing. Just that you can keep this for a long long time ;D

I prepared some last minute Christmas dishes and we had some wine. I couldn’t eat too much tho, But it was all great.

We had almond cheese crackers, Spinach pizza, gyoza nuggets as well as lychee+longans and even a mini logcake. HAHA.

I guess money can always be earned. But nothing beats spending a special occasion with people/animals that love you. 😀

Yes, I am a very very lucky girl 😀 Thank you to all of you who bothered to buy me a present. It really means alot to me because I spend alot of my hard earned money buying presents for everyone who matter because I know it always feels nice to receive an Xmas gift!

Let’s end things on a wonderful and happy note with an essential oil that I came across whilst hunting for presents:

Quantum technology 😉

Goodbye guys. I hope you had a good Christmas and a coming-soon New year 🙂 It’s time to make those resolutions that we don’t fucking fulfill again, is it not? 😀

Thanks for reading thousands of words painstaking written by your goddess for 3 hours.

Valeisky.

in the parallel universe, i'd be with you.

COMPOSITION LIKE SECONDARY SCHOOL ALL OVER AGAIN.

Hello guys, please bear with me.

SO, AS ALL OF YOU KNOW HOW MOTHERLY I AM (LIKE I TOTALLY LOVE KIDS AND ALL)

“Write about the time when you told a lie that changed something in your life.”

So anyway… look what I found in Dom’s drawer, that feisty kid.

Tribute to our first Prime Minister, Lee Kuan Yew

heartbreaking notions

50 shades of amber? :O

Actually, why do people still watch 50 shades when they can’t stop complaining that “Mr Grey’s actions damn gross sia!!! DAMN SADISTIC SIA!!! DAMN ERXIN SIA!!!”

Goddess’ birthday, bitches

My dear peasants,

So we spent CNY eve playing charades. HAHAHA YES FUCKING UNGLAM SHOT OF MY SISTER BUT I FEEL NO REMORSE SINCE SHE HAS A PENTHOUSE COLLECTION OF MY FUCKING GOD FORSAKEN UGLY PHOTOS

Yes, I am an angel :’D

LOL YES I JUST HAD TO TAKE A PHOTO OF MY EXTREMELY EVIL DAD WHO WON ALL OUR MONEY.

TOTALLY WEARING THE SAME FUCKING H AND M BRA JESUS FUCK. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA WHY DID I EVEN POST THIS UP HAHAHAHA

LOL HAIL CUACA.

Frostbite.

Hello you awesome peasants.

We went for a total of 5 days.

Day 1

Okay, I’m going to tell you why the fuck you don’t eat at the cafe.

NO. DONT EAT IT.

THE MOST AWESOME THING IS THAT YOU GET YOUR OWN FUCKING TOILET IN YOUR ROOM. LIKE JUST 3 STEPS AWAY.

Oh yes did i tell you, Mr Lawyer and I tried chicken testicle. WHAT THE FUCK.

LOOKS CAN BE SO DECEIVING YEAH YEAH YEAH

SO WE HAVE COME TO THE END OF THIS POST, THANKS FOR YOUR KIND ATTENTION GUYS.

Muerte.

I want to live in Taiwan forever.

Hola, your goddess is back safe and sound + fat from her Taipei trip.

Mere illusions.

Have you ever missed someone so much, that in your bed at 3am, that longing keeps you wide awake. Your body is immobilized by the encapsulating pain of their absence. Recollection of their touch sent tingles down your palm, to your fingertips, of which that electrifies you with sardonic emptiness.

You cannot erase, how well you remember, the ridges of their bodies, the distance of their heads away from the edge of the pillow you shared.

You cannot forget… how much they loved you. the only thing that remains unchanged now, is the familiar ceiling, the shrouding darkness, and the cycle of waking up to realize things will never be the same anymore.

Hola, peasants. 🙂

the best things in life are not free, they come at 2.2k in the shape of an ROG laptop.

I fucking swear,

OKAY, So before we get started

ASUS ROG G751 JT

Here, have a pic of a fat and generous slab of foie gras.

Hello guys, please bear with me. SO, AS ALL OF YOU KNOW HOW MOTHERLY I AM (LIKE I TOTALLY LOVE KIDS AND ALL)

“Write about the time when you told a lie that changed something in your life.”

So anyway… look what I found in Dom’s drawer, that feisty kid.

Actually, why do people still watch 50 shades when they can’t stop complaining that “Mr Grey’s actions damn gross sia!!! DAMN SADISTIC SIA!!! DAMN ERXIN SIA!!!”

My dear peasants,

So we spent CNY eve playing charades. HAHAHA YES FUCKING UNGLAM SHOT OF MY SISTER BUT I FEEL NO REMORSE SINCE SHE HAS A PENTHOUSE COLLECTION OF MY FUCKING GOD FORSAKEN UGLY PHOTOS

Yes, I am an angel :’D

LOL YES I JUST HAD TO TAKE A PHOTO OF MY EXTREMELY EVIL DAD WHO WON ALL OUR MONEY.

TOTALLY WEARING THE SAME FUCKING H AND M BRA JESUS FUCK. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA WHY DID I EVEN POST THIS UP HAHAHAHA

LOL HAIL CUACA.

Hello you awesome peasants.

We went for a total of 5 days.

Day 1

Okay, I’m going to tell you why the fuck you don’t eat at the cafe.

NO. DONT EAT IT.

THE MOST AWESOME THING IS THAT YOU GET YOUR OWN FUCKING TOILET IN YOUR ROOM. LIKE JUST 3 STEPS AWAY.

Oh yes did i tell you, Mr Lawyer and I tried chicken testicle. WHAT THE FUCK.

LOOKS CAN BE SO DECEIVING YEAH YEAH YEAH

SO WE HAVE COME TO THE END OF THIS POST, THANKS FOR YOUR KIND ATTENTION GUYS.

Hola, your goddess is back safe and sound + fat from her Taipei trip.

Have you ever missed someone so much, that in your bed at 3am, that longing keeps you wide awake. Your body is immobilized by the encapsulating pain of their absence. Recollection of their touch sent tingles down your palm, to your fingertips, of which that electrifies you with sardonic emptiness.

You cannot erase, how well you remember, the ridges of their bodies, the distance of their heads away from the edge of the pillow you shared.

You cannot forget… how much they loved you. the only thing that remains unchanged now, is the familiar ceiling, the shrouding darkness, and the cycle of waking up to realize things will never be the same anymore.

Hola, peasants. 🙂

I fucking swear,

OKAY, So before we get started

ASUS ROG G751 JT

Here, have a pic of a fat and generous slab of foie gras.

Hello guys, please bear with me.

SO, AS ALL OF YOU KNOW HOW MOTHERLY I AM (LIKE I TOTALLY LOVE KIDS AND ALL)