*ring ring* "who's there?"

FHM's party drained me so much I fell asleep immediately after receiving a pampering foot massage, ate a home cooked garlic bread and omelette with green peppers, tomatoes and green tea korean mushrooms, and drinking a refreshing home made honey lime drink.

I just sat on the sofa while April ran back and forth doing all dis for me.
Sniff. I am so loved.
(P/S, April is single guys. You better grab her like, NOW.)

I didn't even bother with removing my makeup or showering.
Those who know me and my OCD-ness are probably scratching their heads.
I was seriously that tired.

I woke up this morning with my makeup smeared and dress crumpled.
My condo security guys definitely think I'm a slut coming home from a booty call I tell you.

But here's the thing. While I was still at April's place, I received one weird phone call.

At 9:30am, my phone rang. I was still sleeping and heard it vaguely but ignored it, hoping to catch a few more winks.

At 9:45 it rang again.
This time I groaned but managed to pull myself up to see who it was.
The number was 000, indicating an overseas number.

Me: *sleepy* Hello...?
A: Hi, is this Erin?
Me: *still sleepy* Yup.
A: Is it convenient to talk?
Me: Ya. *yawn* Who's this?
A: This is Anthony.
A: Is this Erin?
Me: Yup... Anthony...?
A: Yes. Is this Erin?
Me: Uh huh.... *still too sleepy to be annoyed*
Me: Why are you calling me Anthony?
A: Erin?
Me: Yes...
A: Is your cup size C?
Me: *2 second pause*
Me: What?!?!? *in a nolongersleepy voice*
*line cuts off*

I checked the previous number, and it was 0301.
Sigh.
Some ppl are jz too free.

Well. To whoever orchestraed this. Thanks for waking me up.
And I hope the phonebill was worth it.
Now I'm gonna wash off my slutface.

Good morning world!

P/S: MTV WorldStage is today.
I would be more excited if I didn't dread the push and shove of the 14,999 masses. Groan.