Seems like the world is full of surprises nowadays, huh?

What a sucker. That totally deflated Taylor Swift and she was sooo humiliated! Okay, fine, we get it that Beyonce’s cool and blah blah, but it was Taylor’s first Moon Man, okay? You don’t get Golden Moon Mans everyday -well, maybe you do, Kanye, but apparently Taylor doesn’t- and you had to spoil her moment of glory on stage. Where the hell areyour stupid manners? Seriously, I am gonna hate your music after this. And your unsincere apology on Twitter DOES NOT COUNT. Speak directly like a man, won’t ya?

Jeesh. Celebs these days.

p/s. OHEMGEE. Taylor Lautner -the male Taylor- is hosting. I am hyperventilating.

Click Yahoo , Entertainment Weekly and EW: Kanye Apologises  for more information on the VMAs.

Bee tee double yew, apology not accepted on behalf of Taylor’s big, BIG fan.

IT’S THE OFFICIAL TRAILER!

Watch it and tell me you fainted. Because I did. 😀

-Props to Chrisseh for the trailer news. Luff yew.-

Starring:

 

 

 

 

Chace Crawford (Mr C), Ashley Greene (Miss Ash), Michelle Teoh (Miss Mayo)

 

 

 

 

Hey everyone, it’s Gossip Girl here. In the busy town of Manhattan, we catch a glimpse of some of our favourite personages in town, grabbing a cup of latte, window shopping, or *le gasp* caught in the act, smooching all over the place.

Fine day, indeed. We spot a couple heading out from the Teen Choice Awards, linked. It’s Mr C and Miss Ash! Who knew the two of them were so tight knit, huh? We hide in a corner, sending our ‘secret agent’ Mel to take a peek into Miss Ash’s limo.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the street, we sense Miss Mayo walking down the pavement, soda in hand, humming into her iPod. Her Miss Whatever boots were making a tinkling noise on the cemented path as she stepped into the street where Miss Ash’s limo was parked. Her brows raising just a notch, she peered a little into the back seat, and got the shock of her life.

Needless to say, who doesn’t know M’s crush towards C for decades? Tsk, tsk. Naughty boy, Mr C. Raged, M lets out a suppressed shriek and tosses her cup of soda at A’s window. Calm down, girl. Looks like things are getting wild as C climbs out of the back seat to console the know hysteric M, while A stares at the scenario in surprise. Our agent did her homework, too. Mel says she caught a few words like, “betray” and “fooling around” from M’s mouth, while C tries to shut her up. Thanks, Mel. Looks like the photo we snapped will be floating around in cyberworld for some time.

Might as well proceed to what the tabloids have to say. Oh, psh, anti-tabloids, I have more juicy news for you guys. Seems like M’s interruption on C and A’s smooching section wasn’t enough to destroy the bond between them. Weeks later, we found the duo holding hands emerging from Napolean’s Cafe just around the corner. Platonic friends? I don’t think so. Later, we caught M in a terrible mood coming out from Dunkin’ Donuts. Better watch the sugar, girl. Don’t gain heartbroken-weight.

Especially for you guys out there, Gossip Girl promises to give the juiciest and latest news on this love triangle, and snapshots too, courtesy of our brilliant Mel. Ciao.

XOXO
Gossip Girl

The clock on your wall chimes twelve times. It is twelve midnight, and your surroundings are pitch black. You hear the sound of a revved motor right outside your gate and stiffen, chills running up and down your spine, your hair standing on its ends. Who is it? What is it? What is it doing at your house? Frightened, you suddenly fear everything around you. Even the tiniest noise send shivers along your skin. You do not want to stay here in the dark, and you do not want to know who is outside, either, but you have no choice. Trembling, you inch towards the brown mahogany door and pry it open silently. A dark silhouette was straddled on a noisy motorbike, apparently waiting for you. You creep towards the said figure, scared, and try to get a glimpse of his face, but the darkness prevent you from doing so. The man hand you a large brown envelope and speed off without a word. You hurry indoors and bolt all the doors, before bringing the envelope to light. The light is dim, but you can just make out the words:

Michelle Teoh Zi Yan
No. 1, Seaview Apartment,
05000 Forks,
USA. **

You realise with an apprehensive jolt that somebody knows exactly where you live. Your fingers tremble as you fumble for the envelope flap. You brace yourself for the worse as you extracted its contents…

 

TA-DA!

How was my story-writing, eh? Pretty cool, don’t you think? :p So yeah, I got a Certificate Of Merit, along with bookmarks, keychains and a coaster from Flame Of The Forest for submitting a Mr Midnight story. It’s in Mr Midnight #42. Read it.

Oh, and by the way, this arrived for me a couple of weeks before:

Dear Michelle,

YOU’VE BEEN AWARDED A MR MIDNIGHT CERTIFICATE OF MERIT!

We are pleased to inform you that you have been awarded a MM Ccertificate oof Merit for your winning entries in Mr Midnight Book 42.

You are invited to meet the author, Mr James Lee, at POPULAR Bookfest @ Malaysia 2009, KLCC.

James Lee will be at Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre, The Reading Room, Hall 5 on:
1) 22 Aug 09 (Sat): 12-3pm
2) 23 Aug 09 (Sun): 11am-2pm

If you do attend, Mr James Lee will present you the certificate as well as a gift. Please bring along this letter to collect your certificate.

Come one hour earlier, i.e. on 22 Aug 09 at 11.oo am OR 23 Aug 09 at 10.00am. Meet the MM Team at Hall 5, booth outside The Reading Room.

However, if you are unable to attend one of the two events above, you can mail us a duplicate of this letter requesting for the certificate to be mailed.

My best wishes,
Sarah Chia
MM Team Manager

And because I couldn’t turn up for the event, I asked Sarah to mail me my cert.

I love you guys! ❤

**Address changed to protect privacy. XP

You are now looking at an official Violin Fifth Grader. Be proud.

Yes, I got my results last Saturday, and sad to say, I passed by a mere 10 marks. No merit, no distinction, but still. I didn’t fail. My teacher said I did OK, as most students got 100++ whilst I got 110. No need to brag, I can see that, but I’m contented, at the very least.

The examiner, Malcolm Goldring’s writing on his comment slip was absolutely horrible and I couldn’t make out most of what he had written, but I strained my eyes enough to understand that he was mainly criticizing about my tonic rhythm or something like that, and the dynamics. Well, at least he said my intonation was good, and his conclusion was ‘You played a secure pass-well done’, and that alone was actually enough to boost my spirits for the day.

Though I don’t think Grade 5 is going to be a piece of cake. -sigh-

Mayo -smug- out.

So, guess what? I went to Borders @ Queensbay Mall yesterday? Happy, right?

WRONG. Psh.

Because I didn’t get the books I want. Thanks, Mum.

So I was sulking the whole time at the Mall, trying really hard to control the influx of tears and convulsion of sobbing as my parents shopped the whole time.

Until….I bought myself a Top Ten ice-cream.

The creamy, chocolatey flavour proceeded to melt in my mouth and rolled down my tongue, alerting all my system sensors and boosting up my mood. My sulking frown vanished in an instant, replaced by a thin line that suggested I was over the previous grudge.

Then guess what we had for dinner?

SUSHI KING.

You cannot guess how many plates of Unagi I had. And Chawan Mushi. They just came on like pouring rain and I was bliss. It completely eliminated all of my worries and solemn.

Though that doesn’t mean I have forgotten about not getting my books. -pout- I mean, Mum wanted me to buy an RM39 dress instead of an RM35 book. Oh well. The downs of life.

Mayo out.