hearing aid: resident evil // the tam, gem, and mel musical


i just finished helping tam, gem and mel record their musical/radio drama project. and it is AWESOME. can't say the same for my own project, because some people are not as efficient you see. ugh ):

to tam, gem, mel, eli, rahman, bryan, ray: you guys rock!

and bryan, you are my one man choir! (: you too eli.
girls, the songs are still ringing in my head, and that's a good thing.
rahman, thanks for saying that my song made you cry, although not for great reasons, at least i know it's good enough to do so. (:
overall, i really gotta give kudos to the guys for being ohsocapable of taking over the women population. i look forward to the day.


tim's house party on saturday at everton estate was a smashing success; so many faces to see, people to meet, strangers to talk to. really, a great job you! (:

i baked choc-chip muffins. and gave some to tim as a belated birthday present. hahaa. i may be cheap, but they're from the bottom of my heart.
'happy birthday!'
'thanks.' tim takes the bag, puts it on the floor.
jd and mel look at bag sitting inconspicuously on the floor and look at me thinking, 'val aren'tcha gonna tell him it's muffins?'
'arentcha gonna tell him it's muffins?' mel asks.
'erm. no. he's kinda busy. and besides he'll figure it out when he gets to it.'
'if you say so. but i've moved it from the floor to the kitchen table.'
'you're a peach!'

i return later after several waves of people have been welcomed into the party.
'oh by the way, your birthday present - that bag i gave you - it's muffins. i baked them.'
'oh?' he rushes over to the bag on the counter. 'wow.'
'and there are 21 of them.'
'now that's significant.' and flashes those dimples. (cue sigh). hahaa.
jd and mel look on.
'i tried them, so no worries, no poison.' says jd.
'hope you like them.'
and we all return to our groups of happy, high, crazy strangers.

hey you. glad you invited me; i enjoyed myself. though some of your friends need to be straightjacketed, and keep their 7 hands to themselves, they're good. (:

valerie anne
in my 20s and wonderful.
dressed to dress you.

QUOTE VAL

. i would do you, but i can't. it's just the wrong season right now.

KEEPING COUNT

I've been in canada for days.

THE BOOK IN MY BAG

. in need of a recommendation



. tattoo
. rolex
. prada bag
. hermes birkin/kelly
. hermes scarf
. prada penguin coin purse
. suped up VW jetta mk3 '97
. 911 Turbo
. WRX
. smoked e-codes/fogs
. porsche deep dish rims
. my driver's license
. a shaven head for my 18th


. be a somebody
. make {gravi.tee}
. snowboard
. own my first car
. travel: NYC, all over europe, japan, mexico, chile, argentina, spain, greece, laos, vietnam, bali, dubai, amsterdam
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" - recommended by derek goh
. fashion school
. travel: roadtrip canada
. travel: roadtrip USA
. move out
. own a house
. ride the dragon in tokyo
. go fish/camping for a weekend
. open a cafe/boutique
. horse-riding
. speak korean/japanese/spanish/french
. skydive over mauritius waters
. white-water raft above level 3
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. break the world record for the longest time on a loop-the-loop roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35.


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