Seattle

Urgh! The last post was so dreary.
It must be the lack of sleep.

[No more napping in classes boo]

Old habits die hard.

Parsons and Oja

I don't know what I'm trying to prove, but sitting here with a great big textbook opened at the proper page (page two of chapter one - it shows that I have read something), I rather think it's something to do with my (hopefully existent) innate hardworking-ness.
It'll be nice to know that I can get through classes without falling asleep, and even going so far as to want to say I understand at the end of them.

Which reminds me of school.
Not college, but secondary school, Main Convent school: for me it will always be The School.

Idyllic days, those - sleeping in class, skipping school, abandoning homework, last-minute rushes to meet deadlines -- oh! ever the same and never changing.

Which brings me to this - friends.

They say it's just a phase, this adolescent schooling age with it's girl and boy problems and pimples and friends, that there will be miles and miles more people yet to know and love and care for and laugh with.

They are right - they always are - and it makes me melancholy and a little sad.
Everyone's going here, there and everywhere; though you hear it all the time: 'Keep in touch!', one can but hope for the best.

So well, keep in touch!

Home

It's me!
The proverbial long-lost son (or the more politically correct daughter); finally back*.
Back to blogging, and back to airing my grievances to the world at large.

=)



*It is debatable whether or not this bold pronouncement will hold true**
**Of course, many good pokings and remindings will do wonders in dispelling weak-mindedness and general laziness

Oo la la!

SPM (exam!) is quite, oh, quite over.
Nevermind the one last paper.
Nevermind even if that means two textbooks to swallow.
Nevermind that now.

All that matters is this: things I can do, and do with a clear conscience.
Oh! How to express my delight? My happiness? My I-don't-know-what-is-it-called-but-it's-a-VERY-very-good-thing?

So many things to do, so little time!
I've only got, a month or so, till my semester starts.
It's horrible knowing that there will be others lounging about till July, but oh well I'll probably enjoy college even after griping so much about it.

Ye-es, no time, so:

Things to do

1. Clean up room, i.e. books.
2. Clean up apartment, unpack, settle in.
3. Clean up PC, back-up everything and transfer all to PC in apartment.

So terribly clean-uppy. Another list, then.

Fun things to do

1. Sleep.
2. Read.
3. Laze around.
4. Make bookstores second home.
5. Movies!!
6. More books.
7. I want the beach, lalalalala~
   
8. Hmm, shopping?
9. And the best, cuddle up with HJ.

Lazy

I have often planned out posts in my head during idle moments, but I get somehow a weird satisfaction out of keeping it all in my head.
So it is not unusual to find me, during periods of great laziness, with a bright shining lightbulb over my head.
I think to myself, I'll blog about this!
In fact, I'll do it now.
I'd switch on my pc, log in, and suddenly feel all the energy drain out of me.
It is the equivalent of a moron, who, frying an egg, burns it in a matter of seconds and gives up all hope of ever cooking again.

However, today I have presevered, and a whisper goes around town, "Michelle is blogging again!"
I have resisted the allure of my books, and I will womanfully go on typing. I will not repine.

Still, fatigue is getting to me, and my resistance is breaking down.
The call of the books and the temptation to keep all pre-planned posts behind the iron bar of my mind is proving too self-sacrificing for me.
I am a selfish individual.
I will not tempt fate.*


Exit post.


* I wonder, how does one tempt fate?

"Oh my Gawwddd!"

I love my new frames so!
That is, I hope they're mine.
Wonderful results, they get.

My pretty cool sweet strong nerdy geeky black frames.

The epitome of good taste and sophistication.

Har har har, no don't laugh, I mean what I say.

It's a whole new experience wearing them.
Its like, entering nerd-dom.
Which is, weirdly, nice.

Of course, my mum can't make up her mind.

The moment I reached home after getting the glasses:
"OmG Michelle, why are you wearing glasses?"
"You look so weird."
"You look like a professor or something."
"You nerd."


"You don't look too bad in them."
"They're pretty nice in fact."

"You look so ugly. Take them off!"
"No mum, I like them..!"
"You're embarassing me..... Are you going to wear them to school tomorrow?"
"Yes."

Silence..

"I wanna try them on too."

Monkey see, monkey do

Tuition was over and I was beyond happy.
I don't feel like studying anymore, still stuck in my holiday mood.
Not that I'd ever felt like studying before, but this worse.
I feel old and tired enough to retire.

Anyway, my uncle picked me up, 'cause my mum wasn't free.
Normally, I'd go to his house and wait for her to pick me up when she was done.
But this time, no.

"Your mum said to send you straight home."
"But I don't have the keys?"
"Your brother's home."

So I went home, and lo, it looked unoccupied.
Honk honk honk honk but no brother in sight.
Undaunted, I marched to the back of the house, lest he be gaming on my pc and ignoring me.
Yell yell yell, still no brother.

"He must be asleep."
"He can't sleep! I need to get in!"
"Maybe you'd go back to my house first?"
"No thanks, I wanna get in! After all, I am already at the gate."

With that I hitched up my pinafore and scaled the gate.
At the top,

"Should I jump or not? Jump jump la.."

I jumped, my skirt got caught in a spoke, riiiiiiiiippppp, and I was hanging from the gate.

Damned embarassing, me the monkey wannabe.

Work

My mum repeated some, well, news, she had heard during her weekly caregroup meeting.
Them older folks were gossiping - er, I mean, merely talking about a woman from my church who's interested in one of the deacons.

Now this woman I don't know at all, so I can't give my opinion about her, but the guy she likes is the middle-agey kindly, sweet balding bachelor-for-life type.
It seems that she is slightly, sliiiiightly, not quite here if you know what I mean.
Reason given by rest of caregroup members: jilted as a girl.
Still, there's no stopping her.

"Steven, (pastor) do you know I like bla bla bla?"
"Tessie (pastor's wife), don't worry, I'm not interested in Steven, I love only LY."
"Have you seen LY?"
"LY is coming isn't he?"
"LY LY LY.."

Apparently all she talks about is the deacon.
She'd even called and SMS-ed a girl she suspected of like him.

"Jen, you like him is it? You know, I don't like people who like the people I like."

Now the poor guy is so scared he's running away avoiding church meetings.

I don't know what to think.
It's weird, to see all this "buaya-ing" done by middle-aged people.
Desperate?

I rather pity the both of them.

BRATs

I appeared in the papers some days ago.
Crappy, ainnit?
My picture, as usual, is horrible.

Still..



Like a bad dream.  


The camp was nothing but accidents!
Heh, maybe no, but it still stands true.

First, coming out of the hotel on the way to the camp, I fell down, resulting in a 50+20 cent coin bruise.

Second, ferry ride.
I was already queasy when I got on the ferry, but when it started moving..

"Oh God, please save me, I promise to be good forever!"
"Mummy, mummy, where are you?! Save me!"
"OMG, this is hell..!"
"Dear Lord, take me away, please please please!"

"Stop the goddamn ferry! I'd rather die!"
"Oh God, please strike me dead.."

"I can't take this anymore. Stop the ferry please, I want to get down."
"Excuse me, please stop the ferry."
[I was delirious by this time]

Worse still was the German tourists behind me.
After every big wave, I'd start puking.

*Big wave rocks ferry*

Michelle: Urgggggh..! Bleeeeh.. (puking)
Germans : Hahahahahahaha! This is great fun! (starts singing songs)
Michelle: Blaaaaaackkk...

Really, one will lose all the will to live when put through such conditions.
I KNOW, so don't tell me the contary.

If you think that's the end of it, you're wrong.

In the bathroom, I slipped and fell.

"Omg Michelle, you're bleeding!"
"Huh where?"
"Your nose!"
"Gawd."

I had to pinch my nose while bathing!
Showering like a monkey.
Not a fun thing, I assure you.

Clean, fresh and still dripping blood, I found my lips swollen.
Mostly in the middle of the upper lip.
I was like some poor vain bugger who had a collagen injection for the lips but was too poor to pay for the whole thing, so only the middle part was puffed up.
Not pretty, but very kissable.

Naturally my nose would be bruised too.
It hurts everytime I touch it.
I STILL have to bathe like a monkey, for now I have to hold my hand over my nose to stop the water from killing it.

Then for the third time I fall, this time "upgrading" my 50+20 cent coin bruise to a 50+50 cent one.
A fellow camper thought it was abit of dirt.

"Hey Michelle, you've bathed?"
"Yeah, why?"
"There's still dirt on your knee, a patch of it, you didn't wash properly, I think."
"Huh what? Didn't wash properly? What the--?
"Oh, its just my bruise. No biggie."
" *Gapes* "


My mum says its all my fault I'm so clumsy I can't blame anyone else, but you poor thing you, would you like some rojak, and it makes me think, ain' life good.

Turning

I love the beach!
But it was rather lacking in handsome hunky guys.. pity.

Still, I met this guy there, who reminds me of someone, I think, but way better.
Great fun to talk to, and abit shy at first, but later, haha.
My mum and friends say he's very "soh boon", real decent looking kinda guy.

Ling Sim says I've forsaken my "bamboo" and am crushing on him, but nah, I don't think so.
Just want to get to know him better.. 'cause, well, you'll never know. Heh.

Another reason to miss Penang.

Sweet.