I got your number from a chatline....

When you text a person, whom you don't know, in the morning. Don't send this, "Morning dear... :)"

BECAUSE THE SAID PERSON WILL GET THE SHOCK OF HER LIFE AND FREAK OUT!

Yes. *sniff sniff* I woke up to an awful horror staring at me in my face. Though many people might feel joy, feel loved, feel warm and fuzzy inside. I merely feel revulsion, and fear. A whole lot of fear.

I jumped out of bed and texted back. "Who are you?!"

Then stalker boy says, "I got your number from a chatline..."

WHAT THE FUCK!

Thoughts were running in my mind. I was about to faint. Blood started rushing to my head. "Oh no... Oh no..." I scrambled out of bed and started jabbing at my phone like there was no tomorrow.

"WHAT?! What chatline?! I never joined any chatline! No. Seriously. How did u get my number?" I was panicking. Who the hell gets this sorta shit in the MORNING.

I smelled a rat. A BIG STINKING RAT.

I called the dude.

He didn't pick up.

Then he called me back. He introduced himself to me and told me the creepiest line ever in the history of man/womankind: "I just want to get to know you better"

ARGH! Can you say stalker?! I can! With a capital S.C.A.R.Y.

Whatever. I found out. He's a 25 year old male SMRT driver. He speakth the English not so bad.

!!!Evil alert!!! no harm is meant in this statement. I have great respect for people who transport me to places.
HAHA is that why he calls chat lines? Aww...

So in the afternoon I went out with Jihan. Oh joy. Sanity. I was happy. Me. Books. Crazy talk with said bestie. And Beer Battered Fish and Chips too.

Then came the night. Like a creepy skulker, who has done a lot of skulking time, THE MESSAGES CAME BACK!

THE HORROR!

I quacked in my brightly coloured starry, fluffy bedroom slippers. "JIHHAANN!!" I wail to myself. "HELPPP MEE!!" Like she could hear me. She was miles away in stinking Koven - land of the people deprived of Tampines -

This was what he sent: "Btw, do you like to go for a ride wif me tonite?"

WHAT?!



WHAT?!

IN YOUR TRAIN?!

NO I WOULD NOT LIKE THAT! I DON'T KNOW YOU! I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOU! YOU.... YOU... CREEPY CREEP!

"no thanks." I'm a polite person. Even to creepy people.

After about fifteen minutes.

He did it again.

"Btw, its ok, hmm goin 2sleep later? Dear, u wana noe sumting, u reminds me bout my ex 2years ago, she use to stdy at nyp, ya family matters cause d break up.. Amanda its realy nice 2get noe u"



THE SHOCK. Right now, even dreams about Harry Potter won't help me. It's safe to say, I'll be up the whole night thinking about who's the fool who gave this creep my number.

Once i find out. You watch out. You'll not just get the loud hailer.

Ever seen a panda angry?

It's scary.

- i bought tales of beedle the bard -

Confessions of a K-culture convert.

I would have to say, I never expected the K-wave to be of tidal (HAHA) proportions. I've always thought of it to be a tiny wave. As in it would dry up on the beach.

Rain would die down to a drip and tear-jerking, formula-following K-dramas would get so tiresome aunties would soon turn of the taps.

I was wrong. Somehow, I've been sucked into the whirlpool of K-culture. KimChee! Boybands! Screaming, raging fanboards with hundreds of fans posting pictures and pictures of their idols! Animated icons flashing from every corner of the fanboards!

Someone stop me! But who could resist the face of a 21 year old man who looked like a 15 year old. How pedophilic. No matter how strange and disturbing it sounds, you, like me, will fall under his spell.

Look at that. Look at that and tell me the truth. Can anyone resist the cherubic smile of that man-child? No. No you can't! Once I saw him, once I heard his manly voice I knew! I knew my future was at hand.

I now proudly wear the badge of a K-culture convert!

No. No. You can't change my mind. I've even photoshop-ed my face next to his. (go to nicole's blog. I'm too embarrassed to show it here)

I've tried learning to speak it, to futile attempts. It started with "An nyoung ha seh yo", hello in Korean. (can anyone blame me for not being able to say that?! It's like speaking English without a tongue.) Then thinking that I know more than I actually know I said, "saranghae is sorry!"

Needless to say, my Korean-speaking friend burst out in laughter after staring at me stupidly. "Saranghae" is I love you. and "Myah Neh" is Sorry.

But as I soon found out. It'll be quite impossible to ever visit Kim Kibum. (yes that is his name. His name might sound funny to you! But I bet in some countries, your name means glutinous maximus in their language!) He'll never come to Singapore. I am desolate.

Well friends. If you know me, you can console me by getting me pictures of him. Hopefully, for my birthday. He'll be my present. Yes. Yes. You can mail him to me. Remember to pay for postage!

- pictures of him -


















- Don't judge me. I'm human. I've seen the errors of my K-hating days -

Day Out

*thunder... lightening...*

Friday is coming closer! It means...

FILM EXAM!

*dum dum dum*

I'm too lazy to study. Look, look, it's like midnight, and I'm still up typing rubbish. I even went for sushi today. yumyum

It was at the not-so-obscure 99cents buffet. (see, they scam you into thinking you're paying less then a dollar. When in truth... there's not such thing as 99 cents! It's a freaking dollar!) They had this great curry don... Wah.. the potato chunks..... My mouth is watering again!!!

LOOKS SO GOOD RIGHT! *sigh sigh*

So we grabbed plates and plates of sushi....














But it was really yummy. Look look! I even had a giant coke float. Then Clara ordered Mochi. Oh what she called Mochi. It was these two little black balls. Shaped like those giant round magnetic marbles that rattled when you dropped them on the floor. EW.

So scary...

Then Cass was pushing away the plate with the jellyfish. "Ew. Ew!" Nudge nudge push push... It was very funny. This cute little Levi's wearing cherub started banging his hands on a pillar and Clara decided that she's gonna adopt a child like him. HAHA

He was really adorable. So stylish! Levis... Until... You reach his shoes. He was wearing crocs. IMITATION CROCS! They were mud colour! But he's a small boy. They all get away with wearing crocs.

You know a lot of people wanna adopt kids. Well. Let me tell you this: CANNOT! Gahmen says we have baby shortage! NO BABIES NO SINGAPOREANS COMPRENDE!

Oh, but you know, with no babies, we have expatriate influx. Leaving more ang mors for us to jio! Right?!

Kidding.

No seriously. More ang mors! But who knows maybe all the China people and Indian people will come in again as well (a few more westerners) making it like a "REbirth of a nation!" Whoever's Prime Minister then can become sir Standford Raffles! Ahahahaha...

KIDDING KIDDING! GAAHMEN! PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!

So ANYWAYS. We totally stuffed our faces. And went shopping.

*cue catwalk soundtrack * - Paralyzer would be nice.

At BHG. We just bought Cass's 9.90 shoes! What a bargain. I also want. But I not as stylo as her see. She can like totally carry off 9.90 shoes and make it look like a million bucks. I make a 50 dollar shirt look like a 5 dollar home printed shirt.

Ra found this super cute straw hat thing. Nic was looking at sunnies. Nic decided she wanted to get one cause three of us had them! Haha her's look really nice! You know, out of three of them, in this pic, if i'm not covered by the camera with my eyes behind shades, I'd look positively hideous. My eyeliner decided to cake inbetween my eyelids. SO GROSS.


Aren't the beanies cute! They're Korean. BHG was having a Korean Fair. Not much a fair though. It was just this small cut-off hole with Red Blue and Yellow stuffs. OH! It had a teeny tiny poster of super junior. But KiBum didn't look nice in it, so i didn't steal it. *GIVE ME AN AWARD PLEASE*

*end catwalk soundtrack with a big THE-THUMP*

well, we spent a well used afternoon munching and shopping. Gotta spend time looking at the film books i guess. ARGH.

- dream a little dream of me... -

p.s. MICHAEL PHELPS GOT 8 GOLD MEDALS! *woah.* oh and Singapore's table tennis got Silver! *woot*

sub-conscious: "You are soooo patriotic."

A couple of 15 year olds worth mentioning

For a while back I had a great obsession with the disney princesses.

Not the animated cartoon ones! The tweeny bopper ones. "Best of Both Worlds" couldn't stop ringing in my head, "Cruella DeVille" was on my iPod 24/7 I couldn't stop watching Hannah Montana and Wizards of Waverly Place.

I probably was going through a phase.

The one thing that struck me the most while watching the shows, and tracking them online (I swear! I'm not the only one!) was how mature they were! They dressed like they were 20 something year olds and were total fashionistas.

But now, I'm over Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez etc etc.

But let me tell you, 15 year olds are growing fast. Faster than an average tween.

Here's a few examples:

Fashion Pirate - Arabelle

here's her description of herself "'I'm a 15 year old super villain. I like to eat brownies in front of starving children, buy capes at the thrift store, and confuse the hell out of people with my internet sarcasm. My current goal in life is to wear Tao CDG and Yohji Yamamoto to the grocery store. I spend my time arguing with my best friends what cities rank as the most Hip(ster) and dancing around to the Smallfaces. Also, I'm in a rap group about Japanese designers and sheep vests with a 12 year old fashion icon. B jealz."

here's a picture she posted on one of her outfits -













Like what the hell right?! I never knew 15 year olds dress like that. T.T When i look at this i think, "God, was I unfashionable then. And now."

Whatever, she knows more about Prada, Gucci, Chanel and Yohji Yamamoto than I know about what courses I'm taking next sem.

Bloody hell. The jealousy I feel. - visit at http://fashionpirates.blogspot.com/

Photographer Model - Zoe

Also a blogger, she's.. If i'm not wrong, close to Arabelle from up there. Just like Arabelle, her fashion style is off the hook babe. Seriously.

Vintage-y stuff. With the added bonus of really well take fashion photographs and model poses. I show you. ->


I like it. Fashion on a toilet bowl. Very appropriate for a fashion-illiterate person like me. (I try! It just never works out well. Basic makeup has me stumped too)


Anyways, Zoe wants to be a model. And let me tell you. She is on her way.

This is what she said about herself that made me laugh, "I am very, very skinny. Almost freakishly skinny. I've been this way almost my entire life. It's in my genes; I have a very fast metabolism. I eat and eat and eat and hardly exercise, and I just stay skinny, underweight, and tall."

teehee

visit her at - http://puzzledxthoughts.blogspot.com/


There's another one. Alyson Stoner. But she's more famous. So no need for a big talk on her. Remember Step Up 1? She was the little girl bopping to Channing Tatum's (hot stuff!) rockabeat hiphop soundtrack. Ha! She showed him! Alyson Stoner, who seems to be going down the same path as ever immortalized 15 year olds Selena Gomez and Miley Cyrus teaches advanced dance classes to people twice her age. How awesome is that?!

Well, she's interesting, very friendly personality. - From what little I can learn from her Youtube account - Speaking of Youtube accounts. Why does everyone seem to have one now? Even Oprah! I wonder when JK Rowling's gonna get her own webpage. Even the QUEEN! In the words of Garene, "so strange."

It gives a peek into the lives of the seemingly pointless drivel-filled tweeny boppers whom many people stalk. (a.k.a. me)

Well, judging from what I watch and what I read on Zoe and Arabelle's blogs, Selena, Demi, Miley, Mandy. You guys are out of your league! The stuff they talk about. Is actually stuff the KNOW. They really like, pay attention to that stuff! Sometime I can't do really well.

Ah well.

- TOLD YOU SO! -

The Tales of Beedle The Bard

While many people have weaknesses for Chocolate, boys, eyes, etc.

I have one big big weakness.

One that many people know about.

One that caused me to lose ALL my money for a long period of time.

One that gave me the strength to queue up overnight.

It is.

The one, the only.

HARRY POTTER

The joy it has spread to the world! God bless you JK Rowling. Well, another amazing spin-off has emerged from the depths of the author-richer-than-the-queen's home. A book she only let out to some close friends of her's has finally been distributed worldwide! And as ever, this kind, and caring author is donating the proceeds from this book to Children's High Level Group.
(collector's edition! THE ONE I'M GETTING!)





What is this book? It was mentioned in Deathly Hallows as well! "The Tales Of Beedle the Bard". *screams*

JOY! Is saw the collector's edition and I had to have it! I mean, I've been dying to read it! Maybe... Some awesome coincidence made me pick up Deathly Hallows a few days before the article came out.

Harry Potter has touched my heart a gazillion times and it's the fairy tale that i'm going to read to my kids for bedtime. Now. There's a book of fairytales to go along with it! I... I'm so happy. I could cry.

(Here's what the whole package will look like)



I mean. It's ridiculous that I'm spending a hundred dollars on five stories and a book that could fit into my palm. But. It is THE book. (only overshadowed by the Bible!) I have to it!

Here's a brief history on the Tales of Beedle The Bard.

While we have Snow White and The Seven Dwarves (or as Ron says, "What's that? An illness?") wizarding children have The Tales of Beedle The Bard. a collection of fairy tales with one surpassing all the others. The story of the three brothers who defied death. And the reward that Death gave them. The Deathly Hallows. (it's the crux of Dumbledore's research and pains!) The Hallows were made up of the Resurrection Stone, The Cloak of Invisibility and The Elder Wand. Each had different properties to help the brother's continue to defy death.

Amazingly enough, these three Hallows are what brought the whole story to an end. A fairytale to end a fairytale.


- it'll always be MY baby -