18th Birthday Party Places in SINGAPORE?
where can I find a place in SINGAPORE for an EIGHTEENTH birthday party? like a function room or something that is for about 50 people and that has the theme of GOSSIP GIRL SCHOOL UNIFORMS (you know those pleated skirts,and neckties and all?).
thanks for all your help!
the budget is around… 300-ish? and oh! pleasedont say chalets, coz we checked and their moslty booked by now. this party is at the end of this month (january 2008).
Dean Cortez answers:
300 for a function room?….u gotta be kidding me…even macdonalds’ charges more.
How does this sound as a book?
I nervously stepped onto the gravel outside the studio. Its huge size made me feel like an ant as burly guys in golf cars zoomed past me talking on their two-ways.
“Ms. Hunter?” the driver of my golf cart said as he turned to face me. “Good luck acting with Mark Youth. I heard he’s been real bitter since he lost his last job.” He gave me a sad look.
“Wasn’t it because he was drinking on set?” I asked trying to prolong my voyage into the studio. The driver nodded his head sadly.
“It’s such a waste of talent. Everyone thought he’d go far after he got that spot in Reserved for Ten.” He frowned. “Like the world needs another Lohan turnout.” He rolled his eyes.
It was sort of sad Mark had been falling into the wrong side of the Hollywood talent pool after that stunt. Everyone in my home town of Topeka, Kansas was talking about. This movie was like his last chance to be back on top.
“But you better get going.” He said, gesturing to the studio building.
“It was nice meeting you.” I said with a kind, yet reluctant smile. The driver waved his hand and pulled away from the studio.
I stared up at studio building B and gulped. I never in a million years would have thought that I, a plain girl from Kansas, would ever get to act in the romantic comedy of the year, Bet On It.
It was about this geeky high school girl—me—who was dared by her friends to ask out the most popular guy in school—Mark Youth—and make him fall in love with her. But at the same time, the guy has been dared by his friends to ask out that geeky girl. They fall in love, and then realize they were lying to each other, and blah, blah, blah.
I took a deep breath and soaked it all in like the sun rays that shone down on my skin. Clutching my red and white striped hobo bag, I grabbed the script of the movie and ran over my lines as I walked into the building.
Inside, there were random sets, like a classroom, a kitchen, and a bedroom. I blinked to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. People buzzed around me carrying Starbucks and clipboards. Not exactly knowing where to go, I tried to find the person who recruited me for the movie in the first place.
“Well look! Everyone! It’s our new little starlet!” said someone I didn’t recognize. I turned around and my mouth fell open. I quickly closed it to prevent looking like an idiot.
It was Mark Youth, in person. His green eyes and signature messy-on-purpose brown hair made me lose all trains of thought and I was instantly star-struck. I punched myself in the thigh swiftly and reminded myself to act professional. Stars are people too.
“Hey, I’m Mark Youth.” He smiled like he was a stranger I’d just met, but the entire country had met him already. He was more famous than Zac Efron.
“Hi, I-I’m Bridget Hunter.” I held out my hand. Mark ignored it and looked at me.
“Hello Bridget.” I turned to see that Michael McLaren, the film’s director, was standing beside me. I smiled and shook his hand.
“Hi Mr. McLaren.” I looked at his laser-enhanced white teeth and beady blue eyes.
“Call me Mike.” He said.
“How was your flight?” he asked. “I wanted to get you the company jet, but we had to fly Mark in on it because of his movie that was being filmed in Singapore.” I nodded understandingly, although I didn’t at all.
“Oh, that’s fine. The plain ride was great.” I couldn’t stop nodding, probably because of the nerves. I quickly to an Altiod mint out of the tin case in my bag and popped it in my mouth.
Mike looked at me curiously, which made me more nervous.
“You two have to do table reading today at five. Mark, show Little Miss Kansas here the ropes.” He smiled proudly at his clever nickname and walked away. Newsflash buddy—not that clever!
Mark smiled with his never-needed-braces teeth. I batted my eyelashes and smiled back.
“Can we talk in private?” he sounded sincere and sweet.
I pinched my arm discretely to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. A major movie star had just asked to talk to me in PRIVATE! How crazy is that? I couldn’t wait to call my best friend Heather back home and tell her.
“O-kaaaay.” I said, trying to sound cute and flirty. Mark grabbed my hand and led me around the staff snack table filled with candy, cupcakes, and mini sandwiches.
He kept walking and then made a left turn around two huge guys carrying a sofa, then sped past a woman with a clipboard and headset.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Youth.” She smiled. He nodded and swiftly lifted his hand to wave.
Finally he pulled me into a hallway lined with old movie posters, gray doors, and windows that took up the whole wall height. The walls were an off-white-grayish color that reminded me more of a prison cell than a Hollywood movie set.
Mark walked over to a little nook in the middle of the hallway with two pay-phones and a pink counter under them. Mark positioned himself under the counter and pulled me down. I sat beside him and looked at the picture of Hilary Duff in A Cinderella
Dean Cortez answers:
OMG this is so cool! Haha i wish i could read more oh yeah i can! Haha great job miss missy so cute! I love ur book! Keep up the good work! You can do any thing u set ur mind to!
Review on first chapter of my book plz?
Hi I asked yesterday but as im new to this couldn’t figure out how to email the peeps who had said they would review it so ill post it here.
GOING BACK TO MY ROOT
I was born in the summer of 1968 in a small terraced house in the Meadows area of Nottingham. My parents, Frederick Henry Marriott and Mary May Marriott (née Binch), were aged respectively thirty-seven and thirty-two. I was the youngest, with three older siblings. Mum had had my eldest brother, Stephen, when she was eighteen. He was fourteen when I came along, and by all accounts he was most embarrassed by my arrival, insisting on doing Mum’s shopping when my impending arrival started to show. My middle brother, Tony, was delighted, although I’m not completely sure my sister Susan was, as she had had the entire attention of being the only girl for two and a half years. The Meadows was a very close knit community. It was only a short walk to the Victoria Embankment and I have some wonderful memories of summer days on the banks of the River Trent and the rock gardens with my big brothers and sister.
Two weeks after I was born, my Nana, Violetta Binch (née Fox), passed away, and within eight weeks my Granddad, Cecil Joseph Arthur Binch, had followed Nana into the garden of eternal rest. From the age of four I can clearly remember a photograph on Mum and Dad’s sideboard. It was a picture of a very pretty lady, with dark wavy hair and very prominent features, and in the photo with her were three small boys. I was fascinated by this picture and loved nothing more than to sit on Dad’s knee while he told me who they were. Over and over again, I would ask and he would tell: “That lady is your Nana Webb, and that boy there is me, your Dad. The other two boys are my brothers Lloyd and Frank.” “Where are they?” I would always ask. Dad tried to explain, as best he could to a four-year-old child, that he had been adopted at the age of six. I would stare wide-eyed at him as he recounted these events, not really being able to understand his words until I was much older. He told me that he kept running away from his adoptive parents, back to his real Mum and brothers. One day he did that and they had simply disappeared. This was to sow the seed for my need to go back to my roots.
While I was growing up I was surrounded by the love of my family, though I always felt slightly sad because all my friends had grandparents and I didn’t have even one. I often adopted elderly couples in my area and pretended they were mine: running errands, helping in their gardens, just to satisfy my need for something I had never had.
My Mum came from a large family, with seven siblings. I was especially close to my Uncle Ernest Binch. I shall always remember Sunday nights, or bath nights as we used to call them. Uncle Ernie would be sitting in the chair waiting for Mum to do all our suppers. I would dry myself as fast as I could, put on my nightie, and race down the stairs to my Uncle. I would launch myself into his arms, throw my arms round his neck and pepper him with kisses. Then I would have to go and fetch a towel and hairbrush, and Uncle Ernie would sit telling me the most wonderful stories about his days in the Army while drying and brushing my hair. He would tell me amazing stories about his time in a place called Singapore, and would finish by making the lady on his arm do a dance. I would squeal and insist that he make the lady dance some more. Of course it was a tattoo but he really could make her dance.
Mum’s other siblings were Violet, Lottie, Arthur, Betty, Eileen and Jean. I saw Auntie Lottie regularly, as I did Auntie Violet, when I was small, but later Mum lost touch with them, which is really sad. I was also very close to my Great-aunt May Fox. Aunt May was the closest thing I ever had to a real Nana, and I loved her dearly. She always looked the same, she never seemed to change at all: always smartly dressed, always with her hair in a bun. Whenever she went out, Aunt May would get out her large pins; on would go her hat, secured tightly by the pins, then on with her matching woollen coat. Aunt May was my Nana Violetta’s younger sister, so she was extra special to me. I didn’t see my Auntie Betty so often, as she had moved to Stoke-on-Trent. I don’t ever remember seeing my Uncle Arthur when I was young, and in fact only got to know and love him after I was grown up, which was a real shame. He was a really nice and special man.
Mum and I continued to visit Aunt May on a weekly basis until I reached the age of seventeen, and every weekend I could be found at Uncle Ernie’s house – again, until I was seventeen. I then met the man who within a year was to become my husband, Paul. I feel awful about it now, but the blooms of true love overcame me and I neglected my aunts and uncle. To this day I still regret losing touch with them for so long
Dean Cortez answers:
There is some nice description here and some good structure, however I agree with the other person who commented and said it’s more showing than telling. Also, I think the reader is introduced to too many characters, too quickly. I’m confused with all the names that are being thrown around, especially when women’s former surnames are added to the mix. Perhaps you could start with the main character’s first memory and then a bit of factual stuff.
JOBS for a 14years old girl:)?
I am 14 years old, and i lived in Singapore…. i need a job to pay for my needs e.g my stationary, food, books….. Any recommendation? Thkx:) Any jobs : dog walker, or anything a 14years old can do……. Thkx again^0^
Dean Cortez answers:
Do a paper route, do some extra cleaning for anybody, help elder neighbours with different things, or you can babysit. Look around and ask what a 14 year old can do, you might be able help with dishes or etc in a restaurant sometimes they take younger teens in, but you won’t get a fantastic job at this age.
A small help…?
I am writing this book(for fun) and it has to be set in USA but i have no idea where to set it(I live in singapore and i have never been to USA) The story is abt a girl who is abused by her father and she has special powers. Which would be the best place to set the story and why?
Dean Cortez answers:
Anywhere really would be good, but if you’re saying she has supernatural powers and want to tie it to some place known for that type of thing, try either Salem, Massachusetts or New Orleans, Louisiana. Salem is the spot of the infamous 1692 Witchcraft Trials in this country, and a place where you have plenty of modern day witches. New Orleans you’ve got modern day witches, folks practicing voodoo, ect. It’s a place well know for having a mystique concerning the supernatural and the occult. But then so is Salem.
What do you think so far?
Ok. This is the beginning of my book. A prologue, really. Tell me what you think!
Yesterday, a Boeing 707 crashed in the ocean on its way to New Zealand from Singapore. So far only one survivor has been found; a thirteen year old girl called Nadina Fraaiheid who was travelling with her family back home from a holiday where they also celebrated her birthday which was on the 1st of June, 2009. She was found completely unharmed with her life jacket on, floating in the ocean with hypothermia from the ocean, which was only 1 degree Celsius. The plane crashed into a part of the ocean which was five hours by boat from New Zealand and the search will carry on for at least another week. Nadina will stay with her father, who was coming on a later flight, until the rest of the family is found. When Nadina was asked about what happened……
The only survivor who was found in the plane crash on the 15th of June has suffered another great misfortune. Two days ago, she and her father were out driving to a relative’s house when another driver, asleep at the wheel, cut across the road and slammed head on into the car that they were driving in. Hugo Fraaiheid, the father was killed instantly while Nadina survived once again, with only a few stitches required. Scientists could not explain how Nadina survived the plane crash as all the bodies found, had severe head trauma from hitting the seat in front of them and had drowned while Nadina merely had a bruise on her head. In this accident, Hugo’s head slammed through the window when his seatbelt didn’t work but Nadina, also in the front, wasn’t tall enough to do the same. Nadina will be put up for adoption on the 1st of July as her relatives unfortunately cannot take her in even with financial support as they would have too many children. When asked to comment, the relative, who wishes to stay unnamed, had to say that……
Dr. Aloiki stared at the two articles in front of him with a wicked smile beginning to curve up. “Maury,” He called absently to his assistant. “When was the first article out?”
“On the fifteenth, sir.”
Aloiki nodded. “And the second one?”
“That would be going in the newspaper tomorrow, sir. The actual accident happened yesterday,” Aloiki nodded again, looking satisfied.
“Good, good. So this Nadina is going for adoption, hmmm?” Maury nodded, unsure whether it was a real question or not. Aloiki stretched lazily and laughed, though the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “This is just perfect. Maury?”
“Don’t let the newspaper publish this article quite yet. Get them to wait a couple days and, if all goes well, get them to put this instead,” He bent down and started scribbling something down. “There. Give this to them instead,” He held it out and the dutiful assistant took it. “You may go now,” It was a dismissal and Maury left, only pausing outside to read what it said. All the information about the adoption had gone and instead, it said
The American Science Operation will sponsor Nadina and find a good home for her. Until they find the right home, she will stay at the main building in her own room. They will also transport all of her clothes and toys from New Zealand and allow her to phone and chat online to old friends.
Now alone in his office, Dr. Aloiki stared at the photograph of the wide eyed girl who was the subject of so much talk. He laughed again and when he smiled, his canines could be seen, sharpened to a point with a knife. “Yes,” He mused. “You will do very well with us,”
Sooo…what do you think? I know it doesn’t give away much information but it’s a prologue, it’s meant to do that. Give advice!!!
Don’t worry, Aloiki isn’t a vampire. I don’t plan on having ANY vampires in my story and if I do, they will be the smallest side character there ever was! Lol. Aloiki just has sharp canines.
Dean Cortez answers:
The first article was a little but confusing and a little bit go aroundish, but that was interesting. The poor girl. Please don’t say that Dr. Aloiki is a vampire. I have no grudges against vampires but right now that is being way overdone and this story would be a lot better if you go somwhere with it rather than the obvious. Good idea though, definately one you should keep writing
My family problems .?
I feel very stress and sad that i feel that i lost the trust from my family.
Firstly, i declare that i did many things for this family….
i wash my own clothes, help my younger bro (11years old) cook lunch and elder sister (17years old) cook lunch too.
My younger bro and elder sister treated me badly, they’r very selfish and both of them always tease me.
I’m a soft-hearted girl who get hurt easily.
Let me introduce myself first , Im 15 years old girl , i love drawing … im an independent girl too…
i depends everything on myself . I have a very tight schedule too, my school days are on mon-fri. sat and sun are my school holidays but on sunday i need to help my mom to work. i had to wake up at 4.40, while everyone is sleeping soundly.
My mom and i relationship isnt that good, i dont talk much with her, we’r very cold, she also nags a lot.
Now i had a fear of her voice, i will feel something troubles are coming to me. Nobody can understand my mind thinking.
Sometime i feel like emigrate to perth to start a new life there. i willing to suffer in this house for another 2 more years of my secondary school graduation. anw… i live in singapore.
Now im telling you about my elder sis,
since young she started to bully me , pulling my hair …. and being very strict to me.
My sis and i share room together, sometime she thinks that the room is hers,
example: my schoolbags cannot put at this area, my clothes should not place at there.
She got the best book shelf, and bed. She always nag at me for nothing , she steals my money too, and look at my phone, its privacy! after looking at my phone, she will tell everything to my brother like, i had been camwhore new photos of me and message with guys.
Both of them started to tease me. I feel really angry and started to cry silently. my heart is very hurt
I try to stay strong and not to cry easily, i always talk to myself that i will leave this house as soon as possible and not wanting to waste my parent’s money on me like foods, education.
I already have no more feelings for this family.
i cant even think of the good times we had together, its very long time ago.
i will leave some money to my parent .
Guess what? i started saving money to buy the airplane ticket to perth.
Thanks for reading my long story.( my eng is poor )
Dean Cortez answers:
Sibling rivalry is common but too much is not good as the conflicts will create unhappiness as in your case. There’s no solutions but understanding why such conflicts evolve will help you to better tolerate and accept it as they are. The different needs, temperaments, jealousy and lack of understanding will erode the relationships within the family. Unless you know how to stand up, peacefully make known of your feelings and seek their understanding, then such rivalry can be reduced.
It seems you’re much more mature than your elder sister. Though she may be older, she may probably be jealous of your ability to do so many things and thus, bullies you to get attention and at the same time, telling you she’s older than you, and to assert her seniority status as well. That shows she lacks confidence and a mature mind to be a real big sister. So, do forgive her and let her be. One day she’ll realise her mistakes.
At the different stages and development of teens, many different aspects of a teen’s character and thinking will change. You did not mention about your father and so I presume your mother is a single parent. It’s not easy for a single mother to bring up 3 kids. To make a living, to provide and to maintain a household (family) is not easy. I’m glad to know that you’re actually helping your mother despite her being naggy. You’ve got to understand her frustration, stress and as age catches up, some form of depression will definitely sets in.
No mother will want her children to suffer like them. Her voice may be filled with anger but that won’t be her actual intent. Deep down in her heart, she’ll appreciate your efforts. She may be cold towards you but it could be because she’s tired and has too many things on her mind. Have you ever tried to look into her world? What’s her worries? Is she happy?
Does leaving this family and going to Perth, make you happy? Have you ever thought how life will be there? What criteria do you have to get a work visa in Australia? Do you know what it takes to migrate? It’s not so simple. I know because I’ve lived and worked there (I’m also Singaporean). I even have relatives who are already Permanent Residents there. So waht? No big deal.
By the way, do you it’ll break your mother’s heart if you leave Singapore or even this family? Who will help her after you’ve left? Your brother is too young and even in a few years time, he’ll have to serve NS. Your elder sister may not be capable enough to help your mother. Do you bear to see your mother suffer more and at her age, continue to suffer till she dies of old age, filled with miseries and sufferings?
Give yourself a few more years. Try your best in your studies and improve yourself further (like in your English language). It’ll be good if you really want to migrate to Australia after you’ve got a good education and qualification to back you up. Furthermore, it’ll be easier for you to find a job. Otherwise, would you want to find yourself washing dishes in Northbridge Chinatown (Perth)? Or would it be better for you to stay in Singapore and be a factory operator? Qualification and work experience are very important if you want to make a living in the future, regardless where you want to be.
Getting yourself to Perth is easy. Visit as a tourist and observe how life can be. That’ll be your eye opener. I admire your vision and knowing how to set your goals. But now, you’ve got to set your priorities and sort out your life.
Be positive, learn how to be contented, adjust and adapt as environment changes, and use love to conquer your anger or hatred. Time will heal everything. Look else where and you’ll find yourself to be lucky to have a roof over your head and still have your family together. Many wished they can have an immediate family member to fight over something with but don’t.
You show strength and character. I believe you will live a meaningful life in future. Think, consider and then decide what’s best, not only for yourself but also for the love ones around you. If they can’t do it, you must be that pillar for them. It’ll be tough for you but I trust you to have that sense of responsibility to carry on, for a fulfilling life.
Happiness is in your own hands. Smile, and the world will smile with you. Nothing can replace that mother you have. Give her the support, lower your expectation of her and communicate with her. She will open up her world to you if you can also open up yours to her. There’s no overnight grudge between a mother and her daughter. You’re everything to her.
I wish you all the might of the universe to be bestowed onto you, to give you courage and strength, to pursue your dreams. You will have your dreams coming true. Remember this : Perseverance Always Brings Success.
Is my mother cheating on my dad?or the other way around?or both?
Ok theres this time when I saw her cellphone being texted by a guy and he keeps spamming text on her like Good Morning, Lets meet up all that ****…she doesnt reply but i dnt know…then whenever she goes out she wears theses slutty clothing. SHe and my dad (in singapore) rarely talk and when they do talk they talk about buisness and stuff and then when a baby was born from my mom my grandfather(fatherside) is like “hes not a (my dads lastname)” and my mom puts her previous last name on him and she also retains her last name (instead of using my fathers last name my mother keeps her family name not her HUSBANDS). she keeps saying she goes to buisness parties and with friends. when she goes home its really late and if she does go home early she just picks up something and goes. I also saw in her facebook some guy that i dnt know saying “miss you” to my mom. IM REALLY stressed im just 13 and i want my family to go back to its old state somebody help me!!! i dnt want my mom and dad to get separated ( i dnt live in singapore). I also saw her relationship status on facebook: single even if she’s married. My dad also asked me something..he showed me a picture of a woman and he asked is she okay..is she okay with you? all that and i also saw a picture with him and babies and the picture of a girl he showed me that other night PLS help me. ill be traumatized for life if i knew they were cheating on each other or divorced… what should i do?? should i say it to them? should i wait? and do nothing and wish its just nothing? if you were me would you be traumatize? pls help me i can’t do anything anymore T-T and CAN YOU HIDE A DIVORCE FROM YOUR CHILDREN???……………… I also saw that babies baby book and the name of the dad was diffrent and in the hospital in the biography the dad is N/A not applicable whats wrong??? how would i know their secrets?? pls help! any therapists out there?? pls i just really want my old family back!
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