UPDATE!1. i've piercd my ears.
2. my laptop decided to crash on me thereafter.
3. and i have a project due in a 12 hours.
4. AND i said,
"my dad has a life-size rhinoerous stuff toy, like sandee's size". ???
yeahh.
let me start with point 2 first: my laptop which has served me well for the past 3 years in mass comm decided to crash on me on tuesday morning.
it was in the middle of the night, about 24 hrs ago, when i was surfing the web, downloading my documents, chatting online (first time in almost forever), when suddenly
MY SCREEN TURNS BLUE.'dumping physical memory...'
okay, no big. it's happened before. shut down. switch on.
'#0 error. media test failed. please check system drive again. press any key.'
press any key.
'#0 error. media test failed. please check system drive again. press any key.'
not funny. press any key.
'#0 error. media test failed. please check system drive again. press any key.'
no shit. try again.
'#0 error. media test failed. please check system drive again. press any key.'
fuck it. maybe tomorrow it'll feel better. i give up.
i wake up for acting class. switch on my laptop.
'#0 error. media test failed. please check system drive again. press any key.'
ha.ha.ha. not funny now.
try again.
'#0 error. media test failed. please check system drive again. press any key.'
oh no. i'm skrewed.
it's the LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL and my laptop decides to crash on me - WHEN big ass PROJECTS are due. BRILLIANT. SO FUCKING
BRILLIANT.
rush to mel service centre.
'hi, please save my laptop.'
'what happened?'
i explain, '... then it said, "#0 error, something something".'
'i'm sorry, but that means it's your hard-drive.'
'it's not funny, sir. i need my laptop.'
'do you have the documents backed up?'
'no.'
'i don't know the extent to which your computer's wiped out, but i think it's safe to say it's gone.'
'huh? really? cannot save AT ALL? all my 3 years of work is in there!' i panic. i'm dead. dead. dead. dead like doorknob dead.
i send it for repair, expecting it back next week monday ---- AFTER ALL MY PROJECTS ARE DUE. i feel so handicapped now.
'why do laptops crash?' i ask.
'you know how you put down your laptop like this?' he places his laptop very softly on the table. i nod.
uh-huh. i manhandle my laptop - ALL THE TIME. 'so,' he continues, 'when you just drop your laptop on the table, the hard-drive gets a little shaken.'
'oh?' i speak like i treat my laptop with love. 'that's terrible.'
to think my laptop survived 3 years of my manhandling, it's pretty darn good.
bright side: i'm buying a new laptop! :)
now i can move to point 1: without a doubt, i've got the sexiest ears on the face of this earth.
to sarah, terence, bong, ian, and daniel who came to see me pierce my ears, thanks. you know i couldn't have done it without you. :)
to dee, derek, laurence, karyn, and others who wished they could've been there, thanks for wanting to be there. if you were, it would've been funnier, and sillier, and it would've definitely added to the stupidity of a twenty-year-old-to-be girl getting her ears pierced and having her friends there to witness it.
haha.
sarah walked into the tattoo shop, and i freaked outside.
'ahhh. just come in la.' she drags me.
'rahhhhhh.' i candidly bit into her shoulder.
'hi, this is my useless bestfriend who is afraid of needles and wants to get her ears pierced.'
'oh?' said the tattooed gentleman behind the counter. he also had umpteen piercings all over his face and expanded earholes and such. 'where on the ear?'
'the earlobes?'
'seriously?' he raised an eyebrow.
'seriously.' said rah, straight up.
'so... when was the last time you did a earlobe piercing?' rah asked, as he ordered me to take a seat in THE CHAIR. my friends stood outside, watching - laughing.
'long time ago?' - well, why did i choose a tattoo shop to do my piercing right? why not some 77th street?
BECAUSE, I RATHER HAVE SOMEONE WHO HANDLES NEEDLES ALL THE TIME, DRAWING ON PEOPLE'S SKIN WITH PERMANENT INK TO PIERCE MY EARS THAN SOMEONE WHO HANDLES CASH AT THE COUNTER OF 77TH STREET COME ANYWHERE NEAR MY EARS. i am sensitive okay. :)
'are you ready?' he asks, gun eveready at my ear. i'm almost about to jump out of my skin.
'here, take my hand.' rah laughs. i grab it immediately.
'yes.' i close my eyes and breath out.
'want me to count?'
'yes.'
BAM! he pulls the trigger.
First word? FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
my friends outside laugh so hard. thanks.
okay. next ear.
'are you ready?'
'sarah, your hand.'
'hahhaa.. i'm sorry, i'm too caught up from laughing at you.'
'your hand!'
'na!' i hold on tightly.
'want me to count?'
'yes.'
BAM! he pulls the trigger yet again.
my friends outside laugh even harder. thanks.
'how old are you?' said the tattoo-covered guy.
'19? 20 this year...' i say, sheepishly.
'and you've never pierced your ears before?'
'nope.' i try to chuckle. 'thanks!' :)
ian looks at me and says, 'you look very very nice val. i have a feeling this won't be your last.' i have to agree.
i have pierced ears now! woohoo.
and i want to go to bangkok.
and that trip to bali with dee.
and that roadtrip to kl with tmtc.
and since i'm on a roll, that trip to europe when i turn 21.
AND that holiday with my non-existant boyfriend. :) wonderful plans yes?
oh, i've got plans to meet a stranger on saturday. remember.
valerie anne
in my 20s and wonderful.
dressed to dress you.
. i would do you, but i can't. it's just the wrong season right now.
I've been in canada for days.
. 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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