Vickiepedia

It’s a crazy, strange and small world indeed.

Who knew when I left the UK forever 4 years ago, failed to write emails to keep in contact and subsequently lost all contact details, I’d still hear about somebody, sort of? Who knew when I joined comment exchange sites, I’d be assigned to comment on the blog of the daughter of my ex-violin teacher, who was really awesome? Who knew when I don’t even know the daughter personally and she’s grown so much over the years, I still recognised her right away, somehow?

Of course, of all my ex-violin teacher’s students, I wouldn’t expect her to remember me. Hmm, I wonder how I’d describe myself. The Chinese girl who refused to put her long dark hair behind her ears (still don’t), who wore too much eyeliner (still do), had massive hips and thighs (still do), never practised the violin (still don’t), used to be obsessed with dieting and exercises (wish I still do)… Maybe I should dig up her email and write something, hopefully not in a you may not remember me but I stalked your daughter kind of way.

And then all the embarrassing memories of my teenage years come rushing back. All the rampaging hormones, teenage emo drama, egocentric attention-seeking behaviour, making a big deal out of nothing, sitting there waiting for essays to write themselves…

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE ESSAYS AREN’T JUST A THING OF THE PAST CAPSLOCK?!

This happens daily. Everything I do, I procrastinate — even in things I truly enjoy. Blogging, entries don’t get posted until 10 years later. Games, important missions come last. University assignments…

16 hours before the assignment was due, that’s roughly about 1608 hours after I was given the topic, I finally knew what they were actually asking for. Then on, everything else was pretty much a blur. I remembered reading a lot of e-journals, drinking a lot of coffee, peeing a lot, watching the clock, giving moronic replies on MSN (and I shouldn’t even be online); but whatever else happened, I was on my way to Uni 2 hours before the assignment was due. 38 hours without sleep and counting, I wasn’t even sure if I popped my essay into the right collection box, or accidentally wrote my name as Vickie Diablos.

I went back home. No rest, too much caffeine in the system; unable to contain my excitement any more, I let out the most orgasmic squeal of the century.

If the landlady who lives next door somehow didn’t hear my other orgasmic noises, I’m sure she would have heard this version now.

Oh, who cares? Naomi (my character in Guild Wars), ’til death do us part!

But Devona is love.

All that domain talk over at TheFanlistings.org message board and the untimely GoDaddy coupon sitting in my inbox have finally succeeded in tempting me to produce a third baby for Mr Internet. *groans* I’m so weak when it comes to this.

Oh? I was supposed to be working on the fanlisting for The Boss instead of shopping for domains?

For various unapprehended ulterior motives, I have undertaken the encumbrance to replenish this memorandum with perspicacious dialect. Nevertheless, veritably, I have not an inkling as to what I am speculating. Perhaps to extirpate my quondam appellation of an extant procrastinator? Perchance, alternatively, to decamp the atrocious and nefarious hunk of Medical Engineering?

Despite the precedent affidavit, despite being necessitated to endure the perlustration befalling next Monday, I would recapitulate and substantiate that I have unequivocally luxuriated myself in the conspicuous scourge.

During the hardship, I have succored, and I have had countenance. Methinks that is what is momentous and imperative thereupon. A new me is engendered de novo. I have metamorphosed into a benevolent, cordial and affable being.

I shall adjourn, and expediently relinquish the entry subsequently. I envisage a moiety of these, haphazardly, being manipulated amiss.

Now, Biochemistry, forthwith!