Oh my god…

I don’t care what you think, I’m always a big fan of Britney Spears. I love her new album.. actually I love all of her album. She’s an incredible performer and from all the interviews I’ve seen she’s a sweetheart.

I also (as you can see in my previous posts) LOVEE In the Heights (even though I haven’t seen it before).

In Britney Spears’ new documentary For the Record, she went to see In the Heights, chatted backstage with Lin-Manuel Miranda and had dinner with Christopher Jackson who played Benny!!!!

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

Disclaimer: All rights and ownership of the video belongs to Mtv and Britney… not me.

Isn’t the baby adorable or what!?!

courtesy of TMZ.com

Can you guess who that is?

Yes.

That’s Heidi Klum. Isn’t she cool or what!

Appy Alloween

Courtesy of Retrostar

Why not defeat the purpose of having a small, nifty and handy mobile phone by creating a ginormous and heavy (albeit a ‘statement’ in the chic design world where I don’t belong) handset!

Sarcasm aside, I think it’s COOL! The handset is a product of an awesome German handset manufacturer, Retrostar.

Imagine this: your phone is ringing, you reach into your bag and pull out a large vintage red phone handle, complete with its curly cable. If you manage to earn a few stares, Retrostar has officially succeded!

It probably won’t work in Tokyo though. They probably carry a banana shaped phone in Harajuku for all I know. :p

What do you think? Cool handset or useless space eater?

The last piece of news hits closer to home. The girl who was killed at the home invasion had been attending the University of Sydney Foundation Program at Taylors College, Waterloo. The exact same course at the exact same college where I studied in 2003 to 2004.

According to the news, the girl and her boyfriend–both students at the college jumped off their balcony, naked. The boyfriend is critically injured but he survived. The home intruder got into their apartment after following their friend who was buzzed in by them into their apartment building. The intruder held a knife to their friend’s throat and ordered her to take him to the victim’s apartment who had left the door open for her.

What’s worse is that according to the news, their apartment was at McEvoy street, very very close to Taylors College, located in Bourke Street. I lived in the dorm in Bourke Street for one year and had always heard stories being told by my friends how unsafe the area is around the dorm.

Knowing that the girl had just started the Foundation course, it can be assumed that she had not been in Australia for a long time. I just kept thinking, it could have been me and my friends. Those people from Taylors College better be installing some sort of security measurements at the dorm.

My heart really goes out to the family of the girl. I can’t imagine how they feel, sending their daughter to study overseas, housing them in a secure apartment block near to college and then being informed that their daughter was killed in her apartment block. Who would have thought?

Poo, picture courtesy of Shelikescute.com

One word of advice: If you’re craving for a bowl of delicious chocolate ice cream, don’t go to the Coogee Bay Hotel, because they might just serve you…poo.

Yes, it’s sick and disgusting. According to the news, a family went to the hotel and was served a complimentary bowl of ice cream after making a few complaints to the staff, which turned out to contain human excrement.

Jessica Whyte spoke to the Herald and said, “There were four scoops including vanilla, chocolate and hazelnut. At the bottom, there appeared to be chocolate. Greedily, I went for it ahead of the kids. Thank heavens I did. The stench, the taste … I spat the food into a napkin and immediately I was sick.”

Mrs. Whyte got violently ill afterwards. Apparently, they did an independent testing of what the thing was and the results showed that it contains similar properties to human faeces! The hotel tried to buy off the family with $5000 (WHAT!?! she ate poo!)…and the Whyte family refused. They demanded $1mil hush money, which I think is fairly reasonable.

This is interesting and I’m curious as to how the state government will handle this, especially since the NSW Food Authority had just released their new ‘Name and Shame‘ legislation.

Oh and the Coogee Bar Hotel… ranks second in Police’s list of 100 most violent pubs in NSW. Talk about quality.

Okaa-aay, four days difference, yes… I can feel your eyebrows rising…now.

FINE! You’re on his side and now you’re probably thinking “What a load of crap from this melodramatic bitch!”, but it’s true… I can feel this feeling that I’m going to bawl my eyes out when I realize that he’s not going to be with me...corporeally, for one month and four days.

It’s funny because it’s usually the other way around. Usually it would be me, leaving him to gallop to Jakarta or other random countries in the world, albeit never more than one month. I guess I took that for granted, just a little bit.

I’m going to miss him soooo much. So yeah, whatever, I complained about his periodical lack of emotion, his teaspoon-sized memory capacity and his permanent poker face combined with his ever stoic exterior. But I’m going to miss all of that… terribly!!!! (oh and his I’m-a-bear-going-on-a-slumber mode… hate that.. will miss that too.)

Why? Because he sings along when I start singing some stupid verse from some musical, he rubs tiny circles on the back of my hand with his thumb, he listens to my non stop nagging and most of all he loves every part of who I am (even my unpierceable earlobes and my occasional short temper).

I LOVE YOU HONEY and you better call me every single day or I will be furious!

JUST KIDDING

no, seriously.

Is this a real cat?

I vehemently refuse to say that I lost it because I did NOT! It all began when a creepy (okay she wasn’t creepy per say, but I’m being judgemental) old chinese lady asked me for some changes.

“Excuse me, do you haf a two fifty fo me to go on da bus?” she asked me, her incredibly round eyes staring, hypnotizing me. Hypnotizing being the operative word here.

Nora, who was with me at the time, shook her head. But me, being the constant and obviously sweet person that I am just HAD to grab my wallet from inside the hole of nothingness that is my bag (it’s really hard to look for stuff in there, so dark) and wave it around in front of her face like it’s some invaluable piece of used tissue.

I took out my brown travel ten ticket and said, “Oh, I use this… so maybe I don’t have any change.” The lady thanked me and took several steps back without going out of our sight. She was still there, round eyes and all.

See if I stop there, I would have still had my wallet! My ATM card, flybuys, swipe card and a cute picure of my little sister Maura– everything would still be in my posession. But NO, the sickeningly sweet half of myself, decided to look through my wallet for some changes, much to the dissaprovement of the bitchy half of myself.

“Oh! Here you go!” I exclaimed, dropping a 2 dollar coin to her little hands.

“Ooooh-oohhh, thank you, thank you very very much,” she replied, almost in a maniacal glee (again, being judgemental).

From this point on, everything became a blur. If my memory serves me right (obviously it doesn’t because now you are lacking a wallet), I recalled my hands putting the wallet back inside my back. Here, there could be two possibilities:

1. I could have stupidly thought that I put my wallet IN to my bag where in reality, I slipped it through the handles of my bags and dropped it on the ground.
2. While the old lady was saying thank you, she too was hypnotizing me with her round round eyes and grabbed my wallet while I was giving her the two dollar coin.

Possibility number 1. should be eliminated because there is no logical way that I could be as idiotic as that. My wallet is big and chunky, Tizka knows this best because she likes to ‘clean’ my wallet by throwing out all the receipts and bus tickets that I kept inside. So, even if I had dropped it on the ground, I would have felt a ‘thump‘ near my foot.

Afterwards, I sat on a bench, looking direcly at the place we stood before. So If I had dropped my wallet there, I would have seen it. Or that would just make me and Nora, two loonies sitting on a bench waiting for the bus, staring at the wallet I dropped but for some reason didn’t feel like picking it up.

So, that left me with possibility number 2. People are hypnotized all the time in Indonesia, hell, my maids were hypnotized into taking all the mobile phones and jewellries in my house. But according to this and a CSI episode that I saw a day after (how bloody ironic), hypnotization is impossible if the person does not want to be hypnotized. Well I BEG TO DIFFER.

I certainly did NOT want to hypnotized and certainly did NOT want to lose my bloody wallet. I’m pretty sure there are other hypnotization techniques that can completely hypnotize an unwilling party. Like my maids, for example. They cried so hard after they got lucid. I also heard that people can hypnotize you as long as your foot and their foot are touching the same ground. As simple as that.

Anyway, I realized that my wallet was missing when I was already on the bus and was about to put back my brown travel ten back to its slot. I rummaged through that hole of nothingness of mine and couldn’t find my wallet! I cursed myself for wearing this bag. It was so hard to find stuff there. Panicking, I took out everything from my bag, dumped them on Nora’s lap and tried turning it inside out. It’s..not..there.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO” I wailed. I called the Commonwealth Bank straightaway to have them cancel my atm card. Got really pissed by the lady operator for mispelling my name over and over again.

So, that’s all I have. I felt quite good after this venting and ranting session. I’m still not sure whether that round eyed lady took it, but if she didn’t and I did stupidly dropped it or some guy bumped into me and took it (ah! another possibility), I apologize sincerely to Mrs. Round Eye (what cute eyes you have, I’m sorry for blaming you).

But if she did took my wallet well… gimme back my wallet you round eyed hag.

Okay… I’m over this.