White Elephant Prints

Seattle

2006-01-15T14:30:00.000+08:00

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

2006-01-14T23:31:00.000+08:00

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

2006-01-14T16:57:00.000+08:00

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!

2005-12-03T16:55:00.000+08:00

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

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

So terribly clean-uppy. Another list, then.

Fun things to do

Sleep.
Read.
Laze around.
Make bookstores second home.
Movies!!
More books.
I want the beach, lalalalala~
Hmm, shopping?
And the best, cuddle up with HJ.

Lazy

2004-10-29T17:38:00.000+08:00

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!"

2004-09-19T17:59:00.000+08:00

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

2004-09-03T22:43:00.000+08:00

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

2004-09-02T23:05:00.000+08:00

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

2004-08-31T23:48:00.000+08:00

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

2004-08-30T10:24:00.000+08:00

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.

John

2004-08-29T23:53:00.000+08:00

I've always loved sexy 40 something year old men, but now I love the women too.

My mum's friends are loads fun.
They're wacky and crazy worse than a imbalanced teen.

They gave me a crash course on finding the right guy.

"You must keep your money to yourself. Cannot share share!"
"Yah, you have to tell him, my money is my money, your money is my money, your mother's money is mine too!"
"Go for Aunty Corrine's son lah, he --"
"Eh what my son, then my money'll be hers loh!"

Later one of them introduced her son to me and a couple of my friends (girls).

"Eh so Ken, which one do you like? So many young maidens to choose from!"
"Yalah, why y'all so paiseh wan? You can't act like this, we people all very kasar wan.!"

When they were tipsy...

"Find me an Ah John for tonite la, I don't want local Ah John.."
"You know Kat specially wore her panty-exposing pants to seduce an Ah John.."
"Yessar? You seeerious? Kat, really ke?"
"Yala, white colour panty summore! Eh you want to see anot, Kenneth? Got cartoons on it wan le!"

Lovin' it

2004-08-26T21:06:00.000+08:00

Penang is a great little place.
Maybe not so little, but "great big place" isn't as catchy.

First, the rojak is awesome.
Second, the rojak is awesome.
Third, the rojak is awesome.

I wanted to buy the sauce back to spread the love in Ipoh but the anti-love-spreading woman said no.

I'm truly sorry, folks.

***

Did I mention the awesome rojak?

Damn I miss it.

Nervous

2004-08-25T13:35:00.000+08:00

Sarah called up from Fraser Hills (she was at a BRAT's camp) today.
She sounded so happy, excited.
Oh wow.
Her camp sounds sooo fun!

I can hardly wait for mine.
It'll be a blast, I can tell.
Still, I don't want the day (Friday) to arrive.
Cause when I get back the hols will be over and school will start again.

I want it but I don't.
I'm fickle, nervous, edgy.

I can't wait.

Green

2004-08-25T03:45:00.000+08:00

My brother's back for a few days (on study leave, supposedly) and naturally we go out for a session of "yum cha".
We met up with a couple of friends and went to Greentown's Salam for a drink.
All was well till another friend popped over complete with book and pen.
My first thought was, this guy's crazy, I think he's gonna study.

(Un)Fortunately, he'd just wanted to survey us.

"I want you all to answer me honestly and directly.
So if I give you options A and B, which would you choose, and why?"

My bro answers, both are just as reasonable, we can't answer unless you be more specific, and he reels off his whys and therefores.

"No no no, I just want a direct and straighforward answer. I don't want to listen to the 'whys'. [Huh?] I understand your reasons, but I want a direct answer. I know what you mean, but it MUST be A or B. I don't want your explanation."

I don't know which would be worse, a dictated survey (and they call this a democratic country) or the pressure of being at the same table with someone who studies in the middle of "teh tarik".

Friends will never cease to amaze. Bah.

***

6 hours later and I'm on the same hard uncomfortable cold aluminium chair.
We'd been catching up on our lives.
I've been pretty busy the last couple of weeks, so it was great to get a chance to chill and 'ber-fellowship'. To me, at least, my bro's a great person to talk to.

I'll be missing him lots when he goes back to KL.

***

All those hours of 'mamak-ing' in the same hard chair has done me no good.
My back aches and feels like some creaky old bamboo shoot.
Urgh. It hurts to LIE DOWN.

I can't sleep so I think of my other brothers.
Bad idea.
I've not contacted the rest of them for some time, I feel guilty.

Urgh.

Tug of War

2004-08-23T15:34:00.000+08:00

I was at the hairdresser's today when two assistants decided to play Tug-O-War with my hair.
My hair was all chopped and trimmed, and I thought I was ready to go, but no.
Two assistants appeared and started blowdrying my already bone-dry hair.

1st Assistant:
Blow blow blow.
Pushes power button up.
Pulls my hair left.
Aims hairdryer nozzle directly at scalp, 0.5cm away.
Pulls head to the left.

2nd Assistant arrives.
Blow blow blow.
Notches up power button.
And up.
Pulls my hair to right.
Aims nozzle at ends of hair.
Split ends are born.
Tugs hair to right whenever 1st Assistant pulls left.

I don't wonder when people complain about the effects of professional 'care'.
The forces are at work.

Tv

2004-08-21T22:57:00.000+08:00

I was supposed to go to church today for some play by the Footstool group but felt that it was indecent to appear in public with my lumpy neck, lest I set off children and babies bawling and telling their parents that that bad bad girl didn't chew her food properly and the food is now sticking out of her throat.

I imagine old maid-aunties will come along with loads of advice, do this this and this and of course you must do this so that the lump will grow smaller by 0.01 cm.

All very put off-ing, so I stayed at home and watched '2 Weeks Notice' on tv.
Aha, I know, I'm two years late, but people who watch tv can't be pickers.
Its basically a chick flick, but I love it anyway (especially Hugh Grant!).

Any corny reused cliched story is liable to make me cry.
Pathetic, but still.

Ha

2004-08-21T14:53:00.000+08:00

I ate rojak.
To hell with what people say.
This lumpy tonsil is pissing me off.
Haven't I suffered enough to deserve some rojak?

Lumpy

2004-08-21T03:20:00.000+08:00

My tonsils are swollen.
Rather, its just my right one.
The left tonsil can barely be seen, but the right one makes me look like a transvestite whose adam's apple ran amok and settled in the upper right region of the neck.

It hurts like an arthritic hand, but its special on me; I don't even have to age.

It takes the joy out of eating because every bite aggravates the bloody lumps and they swell something bad.
What with rash and swollen tonsils, I'm reduced to eating baby food.

Its paintul to look in the mirrow and see this protruding lump distorting my face.
Its not vanity, but it just hurts.

On another note, my rash has been on holiday.
Just about the moment the lumps appeared.
I'm betting that the viruses alternating duties between them.

Stupid microbes.

Great Expectations

2004-08-19T23:32:00.000+08:00

"So, little girl --"
"I am not little!"
"Fine, young lady then..!"
"I'm not that old, wei!"
"You know, girls mature faster than guys."
"Haha, yeah, you're an immature fella, we know."
"Girls die faster -- eh, don't change the topic, how many have you done huh?"
"Err, 50."

At this point his eyes open wide and mabye bulge out slightly.

"What you seeeriouus? You did up to fifty?"
"Yeah, but there's some I don't know like --"
"But you did up to fifty?"
"Yes."

He turns to my friends.

"Jon, are you surprised?"
"Er yes."
"You?"
"No, I'm sure she did 50."
"I know she did, but are you surprised?"
"Yeah."

What friends.

Why can't people act normal when I'm hardworking (err..) for once?
I couldn't have been THAT lazy before.

"Okay people, homework, up till here. 83 more."
"Eighty-three?! Cannot lar..."
"What cannot? If you can do up to 50 you can do 83."
"But that was just once!"
"My expectations have gone up."
"I can lower it..?"
"Minus 10 then."
"10? Twenty man!"
"I expect 83 from you. Women are more mature. "
"What's that gotta do with add maths? Haha, immature."
"They die earlier. Old maids at 40!"

Tired

2004-08-19T17:15:00.000+08:00

There's a koperasi club meeting today but of course I'm not going.

There has been a lot of politics going around recently in the club and it tires me out.
I can't see how so many people can have conflicts for it's sake for its a terribly dry and boring sort of club, if you could call it that.

I've been there for nearly a month and my patience is wearing thin.
I've been the newspaper girl, delivering this and that, and all to do with the bloody papers.
I can't imagine another year of this.
I know its good because this club will hand me a cert which I can stick on my CV and tell the whole world, hire me, I promise to deliver your paper on time, I'm the newspaper girl!

Anyway I don't think they'll keep me long because I don't give a shit about their meetings and I can't be bothered to explain why.
My BK class is at the same time and of course the natural thing to do is to dump the stupid meeting but I can't tell them that, can I?
They'll get all touchy and feely and say looky here, we can't have a board member doing that, and drag me off to the teacher so I can tell them my sob story all over again.

The teacher will frown and stare and clear his throat and go, we can't have a board member doing that, bla bla bla.

Is there any other Koperasi-caring-loving excuses I can make?

Goodbye

2004-08-18T17:00:00.000+08:00

"Here lies the beloved bolster of Michelle, born unknown, dead today."

This so sad.
My mum made me throw out my bolster today.
She says its a crime to keep it any longer, my room is bacteria infested because of it.
Stupid woman doesn't know what she's talking about.
My room and the world at large would have germs galore no matter what.
But she is mother, and mothers are unreasonable and their word in household matters goes.

I want to cry, it's like burying your computer, but worse.

Ipoh

2004-08-18T02:45:00.000+08:00

There were some Japanese exchange students today at school.
I didn't get their names, hell no, I only actually looked at one of them.
(there were 6)

They sent one to my class and whaddaya know, my classmates all have Japanese names.
They plaster Japanese names to theirs in a most obscure manner.
They crowd around the poor girl in a very unbecoming way.

"Hey wahhh, what a lovooovely pencil!"
"Can you remember my name? Oh my GOD you can! You are so clever!"
"Do you think we're stupid? Yes? I love you anyway!"

I don't wonder why some people call Malaysia an undeveloped country.

Sometimes its a sin not to.

Grub

2004-08-16T23:13:00.000+08:00

I've found out that - (tada!) - maggots taste sour.

It's rather disappointing.
But what more could you expect of a grub that usually makes dead bodies home?

I was munching on this piece of guava when there appeared a smell.
(What smell, you'll have to eat maggots.)
Looking down, there were some maggots with a black dot on their heads (White Beauties?) wriggling in my guava.

And they don't even taste good.

Of all cheek.

Merdeka

2004-08-13T21:58:00.000+08:00

To get us all into the "semangat kemerdekaan", we have to act a Merdeka-type play.

One group, five people.
Azizi, Pui Yun, Izzati, Kuppu and me.
I could see Pui Yun and Kuppu wanting to protest, but luckily Azizi just swept us all in a group.

They (Kuppu and Pui Yun) were at first abit uncomfortable, but soon we got into the spirit of the play.
It was hilarious, and I was cast as the old woman.
(Ahem, a young old woman!)
Azizi was the British officer, and me being the sickly old woman I was, I had to suck up to her.

"Ya tuan, ya, ya."
"Tuan betul, oh tuan betul!"
"Tuan tuhan..."

Then somehow Pui Yun read Kuppu's lines.
Kuppu was saying, eh you stole my lines!
Then Pui Yun went, har, what what what where got?!
We all started laughing hysterically again; Puan Rosmawar probably thought we were fools.

Mabye you just had to be there, but they were so natural.
Like they never argued at all.
Friends again.

The both of them, I know they've forgiven each other, but are just too, what, proud(?) to apologise first.
Useless morons.

What is pride anyway?

Brassy

2004-08-13T16:40:00.000+08:00

Today we got a scolding like never before from a teacher.

I've always been waiting for the day that a teacher of mine, any teacher, to stand up and tell students, shut up you bloody morons.
They're always so pathetic saying, quiet girls, keep quiet, quiet.
I don't know, mabye they're afraid of "exposing" us to the oh so harsh compound, "shut up".
Mabye they're just trying to keep up a facade sound moral values.
What crap.

I got my wish, my headmistress Mrs. Ong today told the morning girls, shut up, I don't like any of you, you get on my nerves.

At last some honest frank talk.
She is a woman of principles.
(Stupid principles, but still.)

Very liberating.

Sick

2004-08-12T16:15:00.000+08:00

Miss... errr, X, has an admirable ability.
She can go on and on talking about the same thing, saying the same things.
That is a good thing, of course, of course.
Excellent if she were talking about sexy men I like, or rojak, or books.

Oh but no.
She just loves talking about Simar.
He's not sexy, he's neither man nor rojak, not even book-like.

She goes:

"Eh you know, Simar called me and said bla bla bla..."
"He called and told me blah."
"He said blebbbb."
"He told me ..."

It's okay once, twice mabye, not miles of times.

It gets worse when I corner her and say accusingly,
"You like him don't you? Admit it you moron. It's terribly obvious."

She blushes and changes the topic.
"How's your Mr.Y now, so who are you with already, faster, tell me who you like, I know you like Mr.Y, look she's all red! I knew it."

To stop her crap, I say,
"Oh you know, I like Simar."

She stares and jaws promptly drop, you like Simar?
She runs off to spread the love, and friends turn to me, gasp, and say in symphony, you like Simar?!

I tell her, I tell them, I meant only as a friend, its all purely platonic, but of course they don't hear.
They just talk and its horrible.

"Michelle and Simar."
"Shut up."
"Simar and Michelle."
"Shut up."
"Michelle and --"
"Shaddap."

Shaddap.

***

Miss X, I can't mention her name, or she'll call me a crappy friend and that will haunt me for the rest of my life and I'll feel so guilty I'll act like her slave; I'd rather not have all that, so for you people who know who I'm referring to, just shut up, for my sake! Read and be happy.

Home

2004-08-10T14:03:00.000+08:00

Yes, home!
I've got back my broadband!

But damn it all, Telekom is pretty messed up.
First they screw up the paperwork.
Then they cancel my account, for no good reason.
Mother has to run all over to clear up everything; money naturally demanded.
(I think its because I've been hogging her line; such willingness!)

I am back and hereby reclaiming my N/A status.
I'm home.

Peas

2004-08-09T22:17:00.000+08:00

I have been reduced to dreaming of rojak; no more eating now.

The doctor says cut off all seafood and milk products and eggs from my diet in an attempt to stop my breaking out in a rash.
Of course my mum would instantly jump at the seafood bit and say, no rojak for you anymore ha!, its shrimpy.
It doesn't help when other people agree with her, them with their nodding heads and anti-rojak attitudes.

Why is the world against my rojak and me?!
Don't they get it, its a "till death do us part" thing.

I have no plans of dying yet.
Me and my rojak, we're one.

Lalala

2004-08-08T21:51:00.000+08:00

I've been having the weirdest dreams lately.
Rather like a flash flood of them.
A flood of dreams starring one puny human.
(Okay, not puny.)

But still... it's freaky.

It makes me wonder, do I really think of nothing else?

Ho hum...

I need distractions, dammit.
Distract me people!

Church

2004-08-08T14:15:00.000+08:00

I went for Sunday service today.
(After many moons.)
It was funny to see my friends react to my presence.
(My presence.. umm sounds grand don't it? =D)

They would invariably walk past me, double back and exclaim, Chew! I thought you were dead?
And they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Bah.

A couple of friends were back from KL, but still there seemed to be less people than normal.
Friends have left, more will be leaving, and soon I'll be left alone.
Everyone else will either be too old or too young.
I'll miss you guys SO much.

I'll miss the yumcha's, the lepaking, the movies, the jamming sessions and yeah, the playground.
Haha playground. Imagine huge buffoons trying to do acrobatic stunts clawing each other hanging from toddler-sized bars.
Yeah, that us.

That us.

Dang

2004-08-06T20:53:00.000+08:00

I'm a true prophet.

I said I'd die eating rojak, and that's probably true.
I'm even supported by scientific evidence.

There was this teeny weeny article in the papers today.
It said : Rojak causes cancer.

Well no, not exactly, but they said dried fish and shrimp.
In case you didn't know, dried shrimp VURRY VURRY essential in rojak.
No shrimp, no rojak.

Of course, I could always opt for vegetarian rojak.
Then I'll be safe from the clutches of shrimpy cancer cells.

Thanks very much, but I'd rather die fighting.

Cheeaaap!

2004-08-06T14:25:00.000+08:00

After school today I fell in love.

That someone I had loved once, but we drifted apart due to financial constrains.
Plus long-distance relationships don't really work well for me.

But but but...
Today we met and yes, its confirmed.
We're together again.
(The economy fluctuates, prices are getting lower. Easier on my pocket. Heh.)

I'll be updating less frequently now, I'm gonna leave my down-graded pc (it's dial-up, for God's sake!) and have an affair with my beloved Agatha Christies.

Make a toast to the happy couple, won't 'cha?

Noddy

2004-08-04T14:01:00.008+08:00

Pui Yun is upset.
Kuppu is upset.
I'm in between them.

She's not talking to her.
She's not talking to her.
They both talk to me.

Pui Yun goes:

"I can't believe my best friends would do this to me. I trusted them and they back-stab me. I can never trust nobody now."

Right after that, Kuppu says:

"I can't believe that SOME people are so childish, so inconsiderate, so sensitive, always jumping to conclusions, such a moron. She didn't even hear me out when...."

You get the point.

It doesn't end there.

"I don't want to touch her table."
"I don't want a book SOMEone has already held."
"I don't want to be in the same group with her!"
"I don't..."
"I don't..."
"I don't...:

I avoid answering by nodding sagely.
I pretend to study.
I act busy.
I go to sleep.

Hell, I don't know how much longer I'll last.

Marshmallows

2004-08-01T01:36:00.000+08:00

It was Sarah's birthday dinner yesterday, and I ate fish.

Yes fish.
As in those little icky slimy stinky swimming creatures.
After 13 years,
I ate 'em.
Don't worry 'bout me, I'm a strong girl, I can survive them fish, and I'll eat them all till I turn into one myself.

In the future you may see looking very like a piece of tuna, you may snigger, you may smirk.
But I will rise above all you tiny people and stand TALL.

Behold, the new and soon-to-be tall me.

(Please be patient, as Sarah's birthdays occur only once a year, the effects of all this fish consumption will take some time to appear. In the meantime, act like I'm tall already.)

Bio

2004-07-30T18:36:00.000+08:00

I got back my Biology test results today.

The teacher was beyond the usual compliments.

"Michelle, you got 90?"
"Erm, yes."

She went on to tell the class.

"I couldn't believe she got 90."
"She was sleeping."
"I thought she wasn't even going to attempt it."
"I was so surprised when I marked her paper."
"Her answers were actually correct!"

Hearty compliments, no?

Whadd'ya know, sleeping is the way to go.
I'll be sleeping my way to success from now on.

Classes = sleep.

I see a bright future coming.

Newspapers

2004-07-27T14:44:00.000+08:00

"Extra extra! Don't bother reading just buy it we don't care."

Today I found out I've officially joined the school's corporation (sounds grand don't it), on the board and in charge of newspapers.
I don't know what came over me when I volunteered for the interview but I'm sure it was for the cert that would come along with this job at the end of next year with referrals for future enployers full of praise, she's one fine newspaper girl, ah yes all types of paper she'd sell, blank, printed, crushed, recycled, rotting, everything.

Of course there's a hitch, the teacer advisor says if sales don't increase I can forget about my cert and SuperPaperGirl title altogether but if there's even a one cent increment I can rest assured and die happy for the cert will be mine and mine to keep unless of course, I would like to sell it.

I'll be in my room practicing alluring and magnetic voices so I can better trap suckers into buying my paper, if anyone's looking for me.

What

2004-07-25T23:38:00.000+08:00

Nalini came in today and said the essay we wrote in the Dark Ages would count in our montly exam.
La-di-la, what d'ya know, one paper less to write.
I think, isn't life good and smile but all that changes when my book comes back and I see what's inside.

"Your style is unique but don't get carried away."

I don't know what she means by carried away because I've been born writing like this and do I get carried away no I don't get carried away please tell me I don't but even if you do think I get carried away it has nothing to do with me so why should I bother with what you think?

Haha so I digress.
I know I'm long-winded.

But I can't understand why she gives lower marks to people I think deserving and grades as high as sin to people whose writing is the death of me because its so boring I can't wait to turn the page, finish reading it, smile and say, what wonderful piece of work.

Mabye if I write common and boring and use big pretentious words and twist and turn my writing till its a labyrinth of plots and as complicated as onion rings I'll score and get grades fit for a king, make the world proud get a Nobel for literature and not understand what I wrote.

Foodfest-less

2004-07-25T22:31:00.000+08:00

This scary big yet short teacher is going to kill me tomorrow.
This scary big yet short teacher will look at me and ask so what have you got.
This scary big yet short teacher will glare at me when I say nothing I found out nothing.

She will ask why, and when I tell her I its because I skipped school she with her lips that will pucker up like something sour and eyes which will grow small and beady will stare at me till I'm a jelly all over and till my brains turn mush.

I'll tell her, I'm sorry but I wasn't feeling well I had the rash, and you'd think she understand with her nodding her head and smiling benignly down at me with my mush brains and jelly legs but you can see that she's angry beneath all the head nodding and smiles.

I'd want to run away but I know I can't with the jelly legs and all so I smile and make up prices for the food and tell her its nice good cheap food, nice good cheap food everyone will like.

Nice good cheap food.

Where in the world can I find nice good cheap food the world will love in 3 hours?
Anyone out there fancy brain mash and jelly legs?

KL KL

2004-07-25T14:07:00.000+08:00

Few days ago chatting.

"Come back this weekend?"
"Nah, no one in Ipoh misses me."

So what do you do when he comes back for the weekend and doesn't do nothing but scolds you (mildly) on Sunday morning, why didn't you go to church you lazy git I came back to see you but you're at home and now I have to leave I'm on the bus and I didn't get to see you and what did I tell you nobody in Ipoh misses me.

You're so surprised you can't say anything and when you do all you can throw out is why dincha tell me?
It's a surprise visit, he says, no one knew I was coming home.

It gets worse when your mother comes along and smiles and says, your good friend is home and all you can do is smile back at her when you're inwardly sad and say how's his hair?
Looks the same to me.
Aw, mum.
Aw, I didn't notice.

I say to him please, no more surprises and I miss you loads so what is this about Ipoh not missing you cause aren't I from Ipoh?
I may be from Jupiter but I'm living in Ipoh, more's the pity.

And I'll be missing you alot.

Cracking

2004-07-24T13:45:00.000+08:00

I think I'm cracking up.
As in not the good way.

I get annoyed at the most petty little problems.
One little word, one little move wrong, and boom!
Dark clouds crowd in my head.
The process is very fast.

Smile smile smile --> Deep frown --> Black expression

All this in the huge span of 5 seconds.

It affects people around me too.
They go though sli-iiiighly different phases.

Smile --> Smile --> Frown --> Ignores me

Of course, since they're secondary victims, these happen over a much much longer time span: 5 minutes.

No, mental illness doesn't run in my family. I hope.
It must be the stress.
It MUST be.

I will stop schooling and quit all tuitions, and free myself from existing problems.
I will move to the centre of KL (for starters) and live like a hermit.
I will party and shop away all my worries and yet still project an aura of hermit-ness.
I will be the Socialite Hermit.

I'm cracking up.

Caught

2004-07-23T22:43:00.000+08:00

Its Friday night and I'm in the cinema with my mum.
Partway through the show, my phone vibrates.

Unknown number... hmm...

*Note that are loud background sounds from the movie throughout the whole conversation*

"Elo?"
"Hi, this is Y."
"Oh er, hi?"

Ouch...
I had been avoiding his calls and messages for the past week.
Just my luck.

"Hey, you don't want to friend me anymore?"

Yup, totally, we're still back in Primary 1.
I don't wanna friend ya.

"Erm, no. I've been running a bit low on credit recently, sorry."
"Nevermind. Are you somewhere?"
"Yeah, I'm watching a movie."
"Where? Jusco or Parade?"
"Jusco."
"What time does it end?"
"I don't really know."
"What time does it end?"
"I don't know..!"

And he blabs on.

"Hey, sorry, but I'm in the cinema."
"Yes I know."

And on.

"Hello, I'm in the cinema."
"I know. So what time will the movie end?"
"I've told you, I don't know. I'm in the cinema."
"So?"
"So I can't really talk right now. Mabye I'll contact you later?"
"But you don't have credit."

Man is he exasperating.

"I'll use my friend's phone."
"Use your friend's phone? Can meh? Wha--"
"Yes yes, I'll will. I've got to go. I'm in the cinema. I can't talk here."
"Oh. Bye."

He is a nagging old woman in disguise, I know.
A clear winner for the Amboi-Makcik-ni throphy.

Holed

2004-07-22T22:35:00.000+08:00

There's a hole in my head.
No don't worry its not spouting blood I've got a wine bottle stopper innit.
Or would you rather have my head pour out bloody wine for you?

*Pulls out wine stopper*

Whoops sorry you came too late, the yeast has decided; you're not gonna get drunk on my brain juice cause' I need me braincells about me.
Before they run out I would just like to ask this of you: forgive me.

Yes, I beg your forgiveness.
Forgive me for any stupidity on my part, any incoherence, any daftness and the like for I have a closed-up hole in my head and am losing my gray cells bit by bit.

A-ha a-ha there you go; she's crazy you say, what's all this about holes in heads?

But you're wrong.
I HAVE a dent on my head.
Very like a crater.
Even more like some teeth imprint.

Now my head is imbalanced (I feel);
it tilts to the left.
I will forever walk lopsided,
and people will blame it on heavier earings on my left ear, though I don't wear any.

Through all these trials,
I will forever remember Jacqulyn.

She had very kindly left those memorable teeth marks on my head.

Teacher teacher

2004-07-22T15:38:00.000+08:00

"She's so insulting."
"That fat-assed bitch."
"She hates us I know."

It is confirmed; (most of) my classmates find happiness and contentment in reaching out to one another.
(Wow we 4 Lilians are such a close-knit group)
They group together, invoke feelings of a hurt and grieving nature, blame it on the teacher, and
(surprise surprise)
they complain.

Again.
And again.
And again.

Their never-ceasing, erm, ability, to find fault with this particular teacher is awe-inspiring.
If I could summon and focus so much energy and attention to one particular matter like them, wow.
I'll be the Tokoh Pelajar for years to come.

But no, I have this stinking suspicion that this ability only comes out of spite and a need for self-justification.
What a pity.

They should all shut their trap; just shut up.
I am so tired of hearing the same things over and over again.
I know its happening yeah, and I accept it.
Its life.
The teacher's human.

Or mabye I'm just from Jupiter.

Dying

2004-07-21T15:59:00.000+08:00

I don't get it.
Why are there so many young people dying these days?
Why are they robbed of life when they have just reached its peak?
Why why why?

Even worse still are people who commit suicides.

My brother related to me a suicide which happened near his digs.
The girl killed herself because, (oh wow lets gasp and cry) her boyfriend left her.
We agreed, there was only one word to describe her: stupid.

No surprise there, its happens all the time.
This class of stupid people intimidates me.
Such narrow-mindedness is scary.
I'd rather not talk about it anymore.

If anyone of you out there wants to die, please, do us all a favour and get a life.

Sorry

2004-07-20T00:09:00.000+08:00

This post will be dedicated to LingSim.
Totally.
I'll be writing about her.
Before your run away to puke, hold it all in and read this first.

She's one stupid-ass girl.

Okay, now you can go puke.
Done? Read on.

I hereby extend my apologies for sort of, sort of, SORT of forgetting your birthday.
Really, I remembered!
Just that I... forgot.

I forgot this sweet and cute (err...) girl's birthday.
This girl who has been a wonderful friend all these years, who has never (sort of) forgotten my birthdays, who was there to comfort me when I was down, who was there to pull me down when I was up high, and be a pain in the arse when she talks about ugly Taiwan singers.

Will you ever forgive me?

Will you ever listen to my ramblings again?
Will you ever give me stupid advice again?
Will you ever crap about your "husbands" to me again?
Wil you ever talk about bamboo sticks again?

Of course you will.
What am I thinking of?

Happy Birthday, girl.

***

- please consider this your bday present. this is straight from the heart and i'm broke. -

In hiding

2004-07-19T13:54:00.000+08:00

School's out and I have no where to hide.
No, there are no bullies after me.
Just Mr. Y.

He did the expected; he asked me to be his girlfriend.
I'm not being perasan, it was kinda obvious.
So says everyone who saw him yesterday.
He is the type of guy, after finding out your name, "feels" it in his bones; we are soulmates he thinks.

I no longer have any excuse to ignore him.
Hm, mabye I can have tuition?
I should just go to sleep.

I don't know how to say no.
I can't say no to a fly if my life depended on it.

I really ought to learn.

Dot in, dot out

2004-07-19T11:23:00.000+08:00

Dot dot dot dot dot.
Dot dot.

No, I'm not missing Dorothy so much till I've gone bonkers.

Its just that: dots.
On me.
These are man-made dots, self-generated by the wretched piece of work I call my body.

I'm having an allergic reaction.
Allergic reactions on a person who has no known allergies.
Will wonders ever cease.

And its no normal allergy rash.

Its shy.

It disappears when people are around; namely my mum and the doctor.
It comes round again when I'm all alone.
I'm alone most of the time.
No, wait, I have my rash to teman me.

The doctor thinks its my dinner.
My mum thinks its wine.

"What did you eat? Oh, were you drinking wine yesterday?"
"Huh wine? Why would I drink wine at 2am?"
"I don't know. You like wine."

Yes mum, I pop open a bottle of wine early in the morning and drink till I'm drunk and get a rash that's shy and a hangover to accompany me so I can skip school and suffer for the rest of the day.

Of course, how could I forget, its in vouge.
People do it all the time.

Scratch scratch scratch.

If this doesn't stop soon I'll bleed to death from all the bleeding pores I've scratched open.

Scratch.

Awkward

2004-07-18T21:37:00.000+08:00

Yesterday I got a message: Do you remember me, I'm from blah blah blah.

I was sleeping when it arrived (what else?).
First thought, ignore the moron.
But then...

-1 message received-
-1 missed call-
-2 messages received-
-3 missed calls-

So I replied.

"No, I don't know who you are."
"I'm one of the two science students."

Oh wow, that cleared things up.
I am supposed to remember one of two science students from a bunch of guys I never really got to talk to and saw only once, months ago?

I'm touched; people think so highly of my memory skills.
Those poor misguided people.

"I'm sorry, but I still can't remember who you are."
"I'm not the thin one."
"Oh. Okay..? Mabye you could send me a photo or something? Coz I'm still blur right now."
"Are you free tomorrow? Want to go for a movie?"

Sarah was there when he messaged, she said we could all go for a movie together, with Joe and Kingker too.
So okay. I agreed.
Now he would finally leave me in peace.
Or so I thought.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Good."

That should have set off my internal alarms ringing, but no.
Stupid me just thought it was public-spirited curiosity.

Come today, Joe and Kingker couldn't make it, movie tickets were sold out.
At 10.30 in the morning.
What to do? He wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Oh, anything will do, you decide."

If I had my way we would all be sleeping at home.

I did my superwoman act, got Ming Yuen and Dick Xiang to come, and settled everything.

We were walking towards the cafe where we were supposed to meet this guy, when Ming Yuen and Dick Xiang left us for Capcom (arcade).

Sarah and me, we were so nervous.
This guy walked up and said hi, we were all like he-haw he-haw, ha-ha-ha so its you.
I remember standing there and thinking, I don't know this guy!
But I smiled like we were best buddies for 10 years anyway.

He led us to his table, where his friends were.
Mr. Smirks and Miss Never-Blink.
They were staring at me like I was some sort of alien species.
Roll roll roll.
Their eyes followed me around in symphony.
Roll roll roll.

"Hi, I'm Michelle."

More smirks and never-blinking stares.

Silence.

Sarah pulled me aside.

"This is so weird!"
"I know. Faster call for backup."
"I did. They'll be coming in 3 minutes and 15 seconds. Act like its coincidental."

We met up with them and went for a drink at Coffee Bean.
Mr. Smirks and Miss Never-Blink left us to get some private bonding time.
Thank God.
By this time I was fairly sick of them all.
(I mean the three unknowns)

I just wanted to chill with my friends!

We couldn't click, so all of us just sat round the table and smiled randomly.
What is this, "tap thoi" ?

Later we saw Daphne and Kin Mun; they were like angels to me and Sarah, because Ming Yuen and Dick Xiang had left us alone with him again.
Daphne and Kin Mun laughed like it was nobody's business when I told them about him (make him Y).
What friends!

We saw Mr. Smirks and Miss Never-Blink, and Y practically ran to their side.
I seized the chance, and fled in the opposite direction.

Free from him at last! Hahaha.
I started to relax.
Smile, laugh, ha ha ha, then boom!
He was behind me.

It sucked big time.
I had to take action.
With Daphne acting as my lesbian partner, I bid my adios.

20 minutes later he asked me out next week.

***

I'm way past caring what other people think.
Call me a social outcast. Anything.
From now, I'm going to stay at home.
Never will go out with people who claim to know me again.

If you don't know me now, you probably never will.

Brownies

2004-07-17T22:31:00.000+08:00

Perfect, brown, chocolatey, moist, crisp brownies.
Totally decadent.
Sarah and I, we made it.
We did, we really baked them.

We poured the flour, the walnuts.
Cracked the egg.
Added the water.
Mixed in the oil.

And stirred.
Now don't look down on the stirring part, it was ESSENTIAL.
We owe our perfect-licious brownies to just that: stirring.

Instructions: Stir 50 whole complete times, incorporating the whole batter.

Sounds tough, I know.
I mean, "50 whole times"?
Must be the weirdest instructions ever.
And stupidest.
People just stirred until their hands and batter were one.
But no, we had to stir it just 50 times.
(whole complete ones for that matter)

So stir we did.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7......... 29, whoops, what was that again? 25? Okay. 25, 26, 27..."

Err, mabye we modified it just a leetle leetle bit.
*looks guilty*
But hey, it turned out just fine!
Don't look at me like that.

After many many trials and tastings, we passed.
Our brownies were declared "addictive".

We are now confirmed stirring experts.

So what if we used a pre-packaged mix?

Its Saturday again

2004-07-17T12:40:00.000+08:00

Its Saturday and Sarah's coming over.
Sarah's coming over and my room is a mess.

So I thought, launch Operation Un-Mess.
I thought again, forget Operation Un-Mess and get on with sleeping.
(I slept at 6.30am, woke 7, 8, 9 and 10am - all failed attempts to wake early)

Tiny voices started tittering in my head.

"Move it, start cleaning!"
"Sleep, loads more time."
"Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up!"

I hauled ass and started up the vacuum cleaner.

*Continuous buzzing sound*

Man its hard to suck up everything when you're sitting plonk in the middle of the room trying to reach every corner without moving.
This needs expertise.
Which, sadly, I did not possess.
I had to move.

=(

Move move move move.
Up right down left.
Zap away all nasty dirty things.
Slurp them all up, me trusty vacuum buddy.
Slurrrrp.

Ah, I feel so womanly.

I feel old.

Sleepless

2004-07-16T18:13:00.000+08:00

One whole week has come and gone.
One whole week of boring and sleepy-fying classes, done with.
One whole week of temptations to sleep in class.

But did I stumble in my journey to reach the coveted no-sleeping-in-class status?
No man!!
I stayed awake the whooole week!
Yup, I kept awake even through the greatest challenge of all : a double-shot of Maths early early in the morning.
(Actually I was busy copying my chemistry PEKA off someone, but that hardly matters; the point is I stayed awake)

I feel contented.

Err, wait, did I mention, I had a couple of winks between my biology and add. maths classes today?

No?
Whoops.

Stress

2004-07-16T15:10:00.000+08:00

I was at the bio lab, and I had to do this long and somewhat boring experiment.
We (my groupmates and me) had some food samples to test, and we had to mash them all into bits before we could start the testing.

Bam bam bam!
Mash mash mash.

I was, um, mashing a piece of meat.
My teacher wanted it in crumbs (ha-ha?).
No kidding.

Bam!

All class of raw meat is disgusting.
I knew that ages ago, but this beats it all.
It wasn't just red and raw, but it was flabby.
It looked like a piece of what was an overweight chicken.
Flab flab flab.
Very disgusting.
Deserves to be hit.

Bam!
Bam!

You disgust me chicken.

Bam!

I feel like puking, but crumbs she said, so crumbs it'll be.

Bam!

Somehow it felt sooo good pulverising the flabo meat that won't crumble.
Yea man, let it all go.
Pound away your stress and worries.

Bam bam bam bam bam!

"Stop it Michelle, you're too ganas! You'll break everything."

Bam!

"Stop!!"

Amnah takes the pestle away from me and mashes the meat herself.
Gently.
It just breaks my heart.
The meat needs me!

Ah well... it'll survive.

Stopping

2004-07-13T23:46:00.000+08:00

My mum has banned me from eating so much rojak.
Me being the good filial daughter I am, I agreed.
I'm going to stop eating so much rojak.
Yup, you read right. I'm stopping.
Surprise surprise.

Read again.

I said "so much".
I said "going to".

So, it really means:

I so love rojak and I'm gonna eat it whenever I can I don't care what you say mum I don't care what you anti-rojak morons tell me I know its crazy to eat so much I know its not healthy but man its just so goo-ood It will be the death of me I can feel it in my bones I know I'll die eating it.

It's my evil rojak loving subconscious mind speaking.
I'm weakening by the minute.
The rojak molecules are too powerful.
Helllp... mummy...!...

It's taking over me.

*Uhhh...bloop*
(Help meh...)

Hello hello hello. If you would like to help Michelle out, please send her a packet of rojak (large if possible).
Everytime you sit down to a plate of rojak, please think of Michelle.
Think of poor rojak starved Michelle.
The poor poor thing.

So to help reduce the suffering in this world, immediately send the plate of rojak to Michelle. At the very least ask her to join you. Your kindness will be very much appreciated.

***

So anyone up for rojak?

Running?

2004-07-12T23:12:00.000+08:00

The phone rang again at 10+.
Stupid phone.
Can't a girl sleep in peace?

Idiot that I am, I took the call, eventhough my mum was just about to make an excuse for me.
Turned out to be my ex. I didn't recognise his voice at first, but then he demanded that I tell him who he was.

"Do you know who am I anot?"
"No."
"Wei, you don't recognise me?"
"No."
"Are you awake?"
"No."
"Do you know who is this?"

Terpaksalah think think sikit. Ouch my poor head.
Wasn't interested in chatting, so I just said, sleep sleep sleep, and goodbye.

But I couldn't sleep anymore, so I went online and checked my mail.
. . . . . ding ding! 3 new emails.
There was one from him, titled 'hope you will read it' or something.
I'm a kind soul (haha) so I obliged.

The first line was enough to make me cringe.
"I love you more than words could say"

The first thought that popped into my mind: Oh God, not again?

I scrolled straight to the last line of the very long and irrelevant, cut and pasted "love poem".
"No one could ever make us part. - xxx"

Goosebumps galore.
Hello?? If you have an "ex" label, it means that "us" is already "me" and "you".
In other words, parted. Get it? Geddit?

*Beep beep*
New message, him again.

I need to sleep.

*****

It has come to my attention (ouch I sound like my headmistress) that this post has created controversy(!?). Well, abit mabye. So I'll try to make this clear. This post was/is not meant to offend anyone. If anyone got offended (or basically anything unpleasant) reading this post (physically, mentally, emotionally...err, anything else?) then I'm sorry.

I'm just a blogger. I write what I think.

*****

Sleeping

2004-07-12T22:37:00.000+08:00

Like the pig I am, I've been sleeping my life away.
Slowly... rotting away.
This sucks worse than listening to PuiYun.

I miss the life I used to live.

I'm gonna stop sleeping so much.
No! Don't laugh, me being serious here.
Hahahahahahaha.
Whoops, serious. Serious. Yeah.

People, help me out.

*****

I was happily asleep (no more of this I assure you) when my house phone started ringing. Urgh.
Opened my eyes, saw nothing.

Brain sends out message: Time for school. Get up get up. You didn't finish your homework, get up! Phone ringing, get up!

Typical of a non-functioning brain.

Anyways I dragged myself over to the phone, and groggily...

"Lo?"
"Hi, is Michelle here?"
"Huh? Oh, yah, it's me."
"Kuppu here la, what homework did you get today?"

What homework? Huh? My brain sent panic signals. She meant the work my teachers dish out everyday, but me being me, I don't bother listening.

"Err, got ah? Hmm, err...."
"Okla, English?"
"Summary..."
"Maths?"
"Whiteboard."
"That stupid lady."
"Yea, and no more."

The conversation went on to more interesting stuff, but all I could do was to say yea, yes, yeah the whole time. That's brainlessness for you.

I found out, Kuppu and Azizi, they got fourth in the district level Perdana Quiz.
Way to go, Kinta 01!!
Way way way to go, Kuppu ZiPau! =))
We are all so SO proud of you!
Those two poor people worked their backs off for this quiz.
Cheers to them!

Btw, Kuppu sounds so sweet over the phone.
So very very sweet.
So sweet I fell asleep again at once.

People in love...

2004-07-12T14:44:00.000+08:00

To be more precise, I mean PuiYun.
The ass has been mooning about her beloved 6-footer hunk the whole time in school. Arggh! I'm tired of listening to her. Someone please, change places with me? Doesn't she understand, there are better people in the world to me than her darling. *sigh*

But on the other hand, I'm happy for her. After all her useless and never-ending fights and breakups, she's finally (about time) openly admitting her, can I say, obsession(!), for him.

Obsession it is.
I hate it.

"Michelle, aww, he's just so cute!"
"He's so sweet!"
"He's so stupid, but that makes him even sweeter.."
"He's so cute!"
"... he's so sweet, can you believe him, he did this..."
"... so cute.."
"... so sweet..."

It goes on and on, but you get the gist.
And all this in only one day. Thinking bout tomorrow gives me the creeps. Urgh.

Talk anymore PuiYun, and I'll fall for him. (har-har?)
Better to just sHut uP.

=)

Cookin'

2004-07-10T22:16:00.000+08:00

Yup, so I cooked.
Saturday's turning into my very own personal cook-a-thon day.
Is this a good thing?
I don't know. Cooking is fun, but tiring.
Definitely not your everyday thing. For me, at least.

I did what my mum told me to, and more.
I changed the recipe to my liking.
White wine? Out of white wine; red will do.
More more more more! Wine is good. =)
But ouch, the broth turned dark purple in colour.
Hm, mabye it was a teeny wee bit too much?

A little while later, I tried the broth.
Walau, salty to the high heavens.
I decided to ignore it and hope for the best. =P

Three half hours later, the filling (I was making sheperd's pie) came out tasting sweet.
Bingo!
Then I baked it, with mash on top.
Somehow or other, me mum messed the baking instructions.
The potato top came out still soft, not as crisp as I wanted it.
Oh well...

It turned out to be delicious.
No, I'm not praising myself, my "victims" really said it.
My mum though, said it needed more salt. ??? (-_-')
My brother (he's in KL), again, when told : I'm so SO proud of you!
Thanks kor! Now I feel empowered! Cooking is great! I'm gonna cook every weekend!

*****

Out of the blue...
"Michelle, you should cook your pie for the caregroup meeting!"
Huh? Caregroup? No!! So many humans! It'll take forever.....
Suddenly, I feel like I never want to cook again. I'll eat out all the time.

Really.

School

2004-07-10T12:49:00.000+08:00

On a Saturday!
How bad can it get?
Saturdays are meant for sleeping in!
The one and only day I can wake up late.
But noo-oo, they (everyone in general) MUST have co-curriculum meetings on Saturdays. Grrr.
Lucky it's only for two hours.

In the car on the way there, my mum tells me she won't be free to cook the pie she planned to make. So she thinks, never fear, trusty Michelle is here!

"Remember to slice this, cube that, chop this, marinate that...blah blah blah.."
"Urm, mum, why don't I just cook everything?"

Yeah, so now its my duty. Sigh.

*****

In school, they break the news to us.
We Girl Guides are going to be enrolled!
Ranger-dom for us! =/
Don't get me wrong, I am um, so very very happy.
Just that it falls on the very day I'm supposed to go to KL.
How like me to be so lucky. Har-har.
*Sigh* Goodbye shopping spree.

So there I was, sadly thinking about all the shopping I could have done. Sad and brainless.
Boom! All of a sudden I found myself, together with Pui Khe, in charge of the food and drinks committee for the abovementioned day.
Apparently I asked for it. Hmm...
Seems that I'll have to call up some caterers, find out the prices, plan the menu, collect the money, order the cake... in short, make sure food is served on that day.

Fellow friends have even found ways to motivate me.
"There better be enough food!" But the teacher just told me to reduce the amount of food!
"The food better be good, or you'll have to tapau it all home!" Aiks!
"Make sure it's cheap, but nice." Ouch? Cheap is good enough.

Mabye they should all makan angin. Hehe.

My brother, when told: I'm so proud of you! Just don't spike the food.
Don't worry kor, they want it cheap. =P

Made my day

2004-07-08T17:32:00.000+08:00

The substitute teacher was in at my BK (bible knowledge) class today.
A nice lady, but rather soft, in all ways. The sweet flurry middle-aged Aunt Madeline type.
Noise level is 300% more when she takes over.

So anyways, I arrived late (as usual) and skiddled over to her table to mark my attendance.

She smiled, and said, "Er, what's your name again? I can't remember, but I can recognise your smile."

Look people, my smile is recognisable!
Oh yeah, it's speciia-aaal...!
I damn well hope the "special" is in a good way.

For now, I'll pretend it's the "good special". hehe.

It's good for my self-esteem, so just shut up and stop telling me that I'm being perasan. I know it already!

=))
I can't stop smiling...

Oh gawdd...

2004-07-06T22:12:00.000+08:00

This is the worst ever.
I hate this.
I can never go out in the open again.
I'm mortified, embarrassed beyond, totally beyond belief.

From bottom up, mostly neck, part face mouth slightly open (okay mabye not), bad hair, horrible lighting, weird position, stupid shirt, ugly model.

That's me.
The lawak case.
In a photo taken by a friend when I was floating away in dreamland.
(I'll get back at you one day Shuan! hehe.)

Apparently, a couple of hundred people saw it before me.
I hate being blur.

I hate you too.
Go away.
I'll post the pictures later.

The Teacher

2004-07-06T15:58:00.000+08:00

"Kamu ni semua pelajar yang terbaik, terpandai dan terbilang. Tak payah lagi saya ajar, kan, ya?"

Sarcastic? Yes.
Offensive? Mabye.
To some, a huge insult.
To me, sixteen words.
Is it such a big deal?

Mabye I'm thick-skinned, or too stupid to understand; I just can't be bothered.
Why care about what some lame teacher says?
Why waste your life and hurt yourself by taking offense?
I guess I'll never know, not just yet.

Anyway, regardless of what I think, my classmates (most of them) have decided to "take action". They've formed a wonderful strategy to oust my teacher from her position.

Step 1 : Group together.
Step 2 : Complain
Step 3 : Complain
Step 4 : Complain
Step 5 : Reaffirm their wronged position
Step 6 : Complain

Ain't it just wonderful? Mind boggling tactics.

I'll never catch up.

Being single

2004-07-06T03:20:00.000+08:00

I don't really know why, but it suddenly struck me; many people I know are in a relationship.

A friend recently said, "It must be nice to have that special someone, to hold you, to tell you sweet nothings...."

Yes it is.
But isn't it nice too, to be single?
To be free, not tied down to anyone.

Which is better?
Freedom, or security?
I can't tell.
When I have one, I want the other.
After getting it, I long for what I used to have.

Sometimes.

Laughing?

2004-07-05T23:32:00.000+08:00

Ye-ees? Laughing.

I've finally remembered my Friendster account password.
Yup, heroic me dug it out of my messy garbage dump of a brain.
Logged in for the first time, and whoa! Totally blanko.
I've got no friends!
Could the world be a sadder place?

So anyway, I zoomed in on my friend, LingSim's page.
Oh wow. Holy cow hit me on the head with a fork of blue cheese.

*unearthly sounds*

They called the cops. But did I give a damn?
No. I was too busy laughing.
Kidding. No cops nothing. But I was laughing, yes.

Praise upon praise heaped on my ole' ole' friend.
Unbelieveable. How could people be so gullible?
Did they really know her?

Still laughing, I checked out some other friends.
Same results.
Still praises abound.
Still laughing.

More friends, less laughter.
More friends, no laughing.

Checking out yes another friend's testimonials, my happiness level dropped to zero.

Have I been missing out on all their good parts??
Am I too cynical, too sarcastic?

Mabye I'm the real ass.
Mabye..

...

So... to all my friends, I love you all. Miss you too.

Let's go yumcha makan rojak minum kopi barley suet.

Euro '04

2004-06-14T01:19:00.000+08:00

Sleep. I need sleep. Classes start tomorrow.
I'll fall asleep in class. I'll be black-listed on the first day of the sem.
Wonderful.

Wait. There's an hour more till the game starts.
Ample time for a quick snooze. I think.
No matter. Fear will keep me awake.
The thought of missing the game is almost too much to bear.

I have to wake my brother in time for the match.
No, not the Ball.
My elder one this time. The one who doesn't support my team. Wait, none of them do.
*sigh* I pity them. They don't know how much they're missing out. =P

I think I'll go for that nap anyway.

Out, far far away

2004-06-13T16:24:00.000+08:00

"Mum said they taste nice."

My little brother(the Ball) was standing by the door.

I stared. He left.

I met my mother in the hall, sometime later.
"Hey, how's your famous bread going on?" she asked sweetly.
"Are you done with them yet?"

I nodded, and we shared a smile.

"No worries girl, they're all out in the bin already."

Baking?

2004-06-13T15:21:00.000+08:00

I baked. Bread.
Well, at least something distantly related to it.

I had just removed them from the oven when my younger brother came around.
"Are those muffins?"

No, you idiot, it's bread! Can't you see? Bread in a muffin tin!

I poked at the muffin-ny breads. They look done. Overdone, in fact.
Nevermind, least no one could say they were uncooked! Hah! =P
I pried one open.
And ew, they were still slightly raw! Not really risen and a slight batter-type texture.
But what the hell. I'm tired of looking out for them. Why can't they just save their own skin? Anyway, any longer in their tanning bed they'll turn in to carbon.

My bro was peering over my shoulder. (sidetrack: I think I'll refer to him as the Ball from now; he's too round for words)
"Can I eat them already? They look good."

Ok, maybe he's not that bad after all. Just a little blind. Very much forgivable.

Doomsday

2004-06-13T03:11:00.000+08:00

For me, that is.
And it's tomorrow.

Raving mad? Me?
Not at all!
Exam results will be out tomorrow.
The stench of death is overpowering.
Just a wee bit overboard there, but you get the gist.
(For those of you who aren't in the know, exam results = ego crusher. Being in the top class guarantees nothing but that.)

Alright, mabye just not your typical idea of doom.
But it comes close.

Birthday Bonkers

2004-06-12T01:37:00.000+08:00

This is getting from bad to worse.
First, I like tuition classes - which translates into studying - then I start wishing everyone happy birthday. Even if I don't know them.

It's not that bad, is it?
I don't see anything wrong with it.
Do you?
I betcha don't. I'm just being nice and friendly, kind considerate and blah.
You don't usually get that from the average guy on the street.
I am being nice. People just don't understand. Heh.

I feel much better already.
Thumbs-up to self-comforting sessions!

Happy Birthday to y'all out there!
(even if it's not your birthday, it'll come, sooner or later. Have no fear!)

=)

Joy!

2004-06-10T23:23:00.000+08:00

I'm home. And yes, I'm happy.
HAPPY.
Why? It's because I went for tuition!

I'm me, honest to God! I swear!
It's me in the flesh, me me me!
I am actually saying this : studying made my day.

Call me a freak, a nerd. Whatever. I can't be bothered.
I'm too busy calling myself names.

Out in the big big world of the monotonous

2004-06-10T19:12:00.000+08:00

I thought I did it. Escaping, I mean.
Escaping the boring way of life that has become mine for the past two weeks.
I planned to start blogging; to spice up my life.

It failed.

Disappointing, p'raps, but get-able over.
In fact, it didn't affect me at all, no-ooo. I just feel worse.

I'm off to tuition.

Escaping the mundane

2004-06-09T19:31:00.000+08:00

This is it. I did it. Finally.
After weeks of contemplating about a blog, i finally threw caution to the wind - what caution anyway? - and started one.

Weird. I don't feel excited. Or happy. Or anything positive, in fact. All those delirious feelings you get when you take a plunge and do something new. They're oddly missing.

Then it hit me hard. I've tired of writing before even starting.

How's that for the first day of blogging?

Have a nice day.