I can't believe its already May.





Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

And here i thought i would never see him again.











HAHA I BET EVERYONE THOUGHT I WAS REFERING TO MY NON-EXISTENT EXBOYFRIEND.

Well, my gossipy gossip mongers of friends whom i hope, still care enough to read my blog because i read yours!! I am infact, referring to a man who has made a significant impact in my life.

One, that has changed my life forever.

And brought my Chemistry grade up from an F9 to a B3 or A2. But lets just say its A2 because that sounds nicer.

Yes! Friends! I am talking about Patrick, the chemistry tutor!

The same guy who indirectly told me that i was stupid during the first lesson that i met him, the guy that tells me stories of old men painting lillies, the guy that comes up with theories for the proper way to learn. The great philosopher, my chemistry tutor, Mr. Patrick (i don't know his surname).

Now, a certain thought might slip into your head. Say, Michelle, why do you need a Chemistry tutor? You don't even take Chem! Oh hoho this reminds me of the time i lied to Liankim, Farhana, Vinesh and John that my cat died and i couldn't send them off to South Africa. They believed me. And i don't have a cat. Really, really, so so funny.

Anyway. Besides being a Chem tutor, Mr Patrick is apparently, also a Maths tutor.

Since i am currently drowing in the horror that is H2 Maths - i find it is necessary to find myself a tutor before i choke and die. Because, though i would very much like to do the whole "independent learning" thing now that i am in junior college, i.. just.. can't.

Ok, at least not for Maths. The other subjects i can handle. Hopefully. Ok i can. Ahhhh fine just give me some face and pretend to believe me.

The homework monster has come to eat me. I can no longer form coherent sentences. Thus, i must go, and go quickly. If not i shall face my ultimate doom.

But i guess its nice to know that through all the change, some things still stay the same.

Because i mean, that is what is going to help keep my feet planted firmly on the ground, right?




Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

I think i'm tired.

But there is so much work i promised myself i would finish.

Everytime i think about it, i can't help but have this recurring thought that i don't want a repeat of secondary school. I don't want to start out bad. I don't want to be stupid. No, really, i know it sounds like a wild claim, but i don't want to be stupid. Especially when i know i can do better because, you know, well i guess its just not very nice.

Though, for (if you would forgive me) the stupidest of reasons, i feel extremely stupid today. I've been feeling very stupid lately, and if i feel this way one more day i might have to kick something very very hard. Like a rock or a wall or something. But then i might hurt my foot so maybe not. Now that would be really stupid.

I'm going to sleep. So much for keeping my promise to stay up and finish my work haha. But do you know whats the strange thing? Amidst all of my lethargy, i'm having a really good year.

I'm having a really, really good year.

Now, if only i could figure out how to make it less stupid. If i'm lucky, it'll involve me in a spandex superhero costume and a bright shiny wand from Toy's R Us randomly running around my neighbourhood to save the day. Or, it could just be eating a big plate of pasta. Or 2 big plates of pasta. Or, gasps, 3!!!!!!!

I'm going to sleep now. Theres a lot of stuff to get in trouble for because i haven't done them, and damnit, i want to look good getting my scolding!

Haha, so goodnight. Goodnight. Goodnight.


Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

I feel like i've got a hangover.

Not so much of a throbbing kind, more of those where the events of yesterday are stuck in your head and you don't really know what to do about them.

Its a blur. Many things happened and all almost at the same time. I had such an array of emotions its mad how they oscillated from one to another. Yes, i am aware of how emo i sound right now. Don't shoot me. With black eyeliner.

Thank you everyone, absolutely everyone, even though they wouldn't be reading this. You guys have no idea how grateful i am to have you in my life to support me and care for me. I'm really overwhelmed by everyones concern and all the love that was showered upon me yesterday. Its kind of tough, but i'll get through it. Especially with all you wonderful people by my side.

I will see you guys on Tuesday <3


Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

Theres something really nice about eating icecream on a rainy day.

I think the its just the icecream.




Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

Have you ever asked yourself, why, why Michelle, why do you the things you do?!

Well i'm sure you're not called Michelle. Actually maybe you are, i have a very common name. I've met so many Michelle's now that i'm in JC i feel like "Michelle" is the "S" infront of our IC number. But i like to think that though my name is common, i am uncommon. As you can tell, i like to think a lot of things.

Currently, i'm wondering with every single fibre of my human being, why in the world i joined College Newsletter. I mean, i like writing, i do. The people there are great too! But just the whole idea of.. compiling bits and pieces of information to form one complete article is kind of pressurising. Not too mention incredibly hard to do when you don't know what the heck to write. Its practically like giving birth. Oh my goodness. This is like labour. What the hell. I'm going through freaking labour to produce this baby that i signed up for. That i signed up for. Dumb, dumb dumb dumb.

No, ok, i must say once again that i do not hate Line-In. I'm just like, sigh! (Yes i typed out "sigh") I don't know how to do this! I want to write a good article, that doesn't stray far from whatever my interviewee said. Yet, i want to make it sound interesting. Not that my interviewee isn't interesting, she is. Just that the points i jotted down are like, the most concise things in the world.

Eg. <3 Lit and drama.

It looked like chicken scrawl. I hate my handwriting when i scribble.

So not the issue here.

Maybe i'm not cut out to be a journalist. I mean, i can do the kaepoh following people around part but the writing, with like, no.. personality somehow. Its so factual. I have half the mind to start the article with,



"We sat at one of the designated tables in the Hub, anxiously awaiting the arrival of our interviewee. The clock ticked monotonously. Alexandra took out her phone and checked the sound recording function. I uncapped my pen and smoothed out the page of my ACJC notebook. We rested our arms on the cool surface of the table. Any moment now. Yes, we were armed and ready. I gave Alex a slight smile, mildly nervous at the thought of my first big assignment. She gave me a reassuring look, and carried on waiting. Yes, i was armed and ready. All i needed now, was the most important thing of all. My interviewee."



Which isn't Charles Dickens, of course, but its how i write. I must adapt! And i can adapt. Actually, its not really a big deal. What is my problem man.

Actually! I don't have a problem! My brother does!

My father just burst into the room. Frantic. He grabbed the phone, a piece of paper, and his wallet from his work bag. Then he exclaimed to my mother who came in after him, "He's in Prague!"

I was shocked, my brothers in Prague?!

But thats not the drama. My mother continues saying, "Its a good thing he's not travelling alone. Imagine if he lost his card alone."

Which leads me to only one conclusion. His wallet got stolen! At least i think so. Oh wow i'm so speculative i should consider a career in the stock market.

I'm kidding.

So my dad calls American Express to cancel the card. And the lady asks how much balance he has left. Then my dad calls my brother using his handphone, who cannot hear him for some unknown reason, while talking to the credit card lady with the housephone. My brother soon hangs up, and my dad speaks with the receptionist.

When all of a sudden his handphone rings again.

Its my brother. Apparently, its all a big misunderstanding. The wallet was just misplaced, and all his cards are still safe.

How very anti-climatic.

Friends, this is my life.



Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

The past few days have been, for lack of better word, dramatic.

What with Night Of Laughter, posting results, appeal anxiety and what not. Its funny how things work out. When a seemingly terrible event turns out to be a blessing in disguise. The Lord has kept me humble in his very own way. Its all very strange.

I find i dont have much energy these days. Yesterday, i fell asleep while Ber was preaching. But really, i couldn't tahan. Its all quite embarassing, hahaha.

I remember when i was in CJ. I kept checking my phone every 5 seconds. Missed call, sms, any thing. The fact that you're being kept on the fence is so stressful and uncertain especially with my situation. When i went back to AC after Day 1 and 2, all i could do was kiss the floor and lament about how different it was. Well, not that i really kissed it, but you know what i mean. To be fair to CJ, it really isn't a bad school! I did have fun there and made new friends. I guess in my heart though, i was always thinking of AC. You should have seen it. I'd pass people from AC PAE in CJ and we'd look at each other like "I know how you feel like" and smile. Even if we never knew them before this.

The Lord comforts us in abnormal ways. During Day 1, all i could think about was my appeal. I was so nervous you couldn't imagine it. I tried though, to meld into CJ. I said to myself, "Michelle, you might have to stay here. Enjoy yourself enjoy yourself." But there was so much of a culture shock. I did participate though. I wasn't planning on being the girl in the OG that didn't want to be there. At the most, i wasn't as talkative as i usually would have been.

We sat in the hall. I checked my phone for the 192846973265937059831092849835th time. And when i looked up, i saw this.

"Do not let your hearts be troubled
Trust in God. Trust in me."
John 14.1

There was a moment of stunned silence.

..in my head, at least.

I realised that though i had prayed over and over and over again, i didn't really trust God completely to pull me through. I knew i had to offer this whole thing up to Him if i wanted my prayers to be answered. I needed to have faith.

On Day 3, i recieved my call. It was really all quite exciting. I had gotten a missed call and called back but the user was busy, so i called back and kept calling until i heard "You have reached Anglo-Chinese Junior College-" then i hung up for who knows what reason. Stopped. Called another 102937498365274 times until i got through to the office and told them that i recieved a missed call and what my name was. The amount of immense joy i felt when the guy said, "Congratulations! Your appeal was successful!" was enough to make me explode and explode and explode. I started randomly jumping up and down outside the hall.. which was right next to the admin office. Thats not the point. The point was that i had gotten back. Heeeeck everything else.

When i rushed back to school after a 40 minute long wait at the office for the VP to let me go, i ran into LK's arms like one of those Bollywood movies. It was so wonderful to really, really be back. I'm not sure why i'm so attached to this place but i am. A smile was perpetually plastered on my face. I must have been the most annoying thing on the planet.

Of course, i was still concerened for my friends. I want everyone to come back. EVERYONE. Till tuesday babe, you still have till tuesday so don't give up.

I'm tired, but i'm so happy.

Happy and grateful.

Michelle Wong is tired but very happy and grateful.



Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

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