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Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

Hello hello!

So today was an exciting day. Ok actually it wasn't. But lets all just pretend it is. I watched "To kill a mocking bird" for the Literature. Oh boy, hahaha. I was guessing the entire plot while i watched it.


"OH THE LEFT SIDE OF THE FACE! THATS MEANS THE PUNCHER MUST BE RIGHT HANDED!"

"I bet the father did it!!!!!!!!!!"

"I think she likes him! But then she's just trying to blame him because her father beat her up!!"

"I think he'll be found guilty. I don't know. I just have this feeling."

"This is so exciting!"

"...I bet he's dead."


Hahaha i'm so annoying! But seriously though. Poor Jannah and Danielle. I was like guessing guessing guessing especially during the court room scene. I'm terrible.

After that! Marissa and i ran a marathon and won $330 and went to blow it at Far East.

I'm kidding. Marissa and i ran around the school looking for Mrs Lopez to get $330 for the drama tees that we had to go to Far East to hand up. I'm telling you. Workout. And i cannot run! Seriously. My goodness. I run like a maniac. My hair falls all over and my arms go limp. But lets not talk about that. Where was i?

Oh yes. So we had to wait for Mrs Lopez to be done with a student for Oral so that she could sign a check for us. But because of all that we had to ask Aisha and Serena to leave first, so sorry guys!! Right so we were there panting away, senior looking at us and all. Why of all things does Mrs Lopez have to be on the fourth floor.. And she signs us a check and we head on down to Far East with a packet of Calbee Hot & Spicy potato chips. Because they are the best.

We go to Lips! After being distracted for a bit heh heh. And the thing is, we haven't sorted out sizes yet because the shirts there run big. And the design wasn't ready yet, no spotlight or heart. So Liyana (i'm hoping thats how its spelt) sat me down on this stool to draw. I kept erasing and erasing. Hahaha. Marissa was sorting out the sizes and we kept asking each other opinions. I was like never going to finish that thing.. They're really nice though! The shopkeepers i mean. We annoyed them quite a bit. Being you know, like annoying. So then they gave us like a thousand namecards and we left for home! Oh home home oh glorious glorious home!!

Do you want to hear something interesting!

On Monday, my finger started to hurt when i wrote. So my tuition teacher gave me a plaster. A plaster which she claimed to be the stickiest plaster in the world. Ok no she didn't say that. But she did say that it was very very sticky. She even warned me.

Michelle do not let the plaster stick together its very sticky.

So i'm like "Right. Sticky plaster." And i stick on my plaster. But before i could be in awe of its stickiness, the plaster starts to peel off. So i'm like,

"Strange?! Isn't this supposed to be sticky?!"

So then i start rubbing it down. Then oh it pops up and then i rub it down again. After a while my teacher asks me why i keep doing that. I reply saying that the plaster keeps falling off. She replies saying that if i stopped playing with it it wouldn't keep falling off.

I decided not to argue.

I continue rubbing it down. When i got home (TO STUDY FOR CHEMISTRY WHICH DIDN'T HELP AT ALL), i sat by the dining table and took off my plaster, deciding that this extremely sticky plaster wasn't very sticky at all. I folded it over the cotton, so that none of the sticky parts would be sticking out. I planned to throw it away later.

Now my friends, here is the interesting part.

The next morning, i go collect my bag from the halfmoon table as i always do every single day of my life. So i'm like blahblah what to bring today blahblah. I put my books in, put my spectacle case in, oh and that plaster yesterday that i put on the dining table..

And i was like "WHAT IS THIS?!"

I checked the object that was in my hand. Wasn't this the plaster that i had taken off yesterday?! And that i had put on the dining table?! Then how on earth did it get here?!



It was a very sticky plaster indeed.

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

Hello. Okay well, todays post isn't going to be too happy, to say the least. Also the topic might be a little sensitive. So i advice you not to read it if you're not comfortable. Especially if you're a guy, if any actually come. Its not very appropriate.



Today i watched a video on abortion.

It was even more.. like i don't know. Not scary, but something that just set something on fire. That kind of feeling. Like something just exploded, than when Avril told us. She job shadowed a gynaecologist and witnessed an actual abortion. I can't imagine how much worse that must have been.

I didn't exactly watch it. I mean i did when that old man was talking talking talking away but took off my specs when it came to the Ultrasound part. The video wasn't scary. It wasn't too graphic or anything. I guess i was also sort of mentally prepared having heard the whole thing first hand from Avril. But like the part that got to me was that thought. You know? That thought of killing the unborn child. This tiny little human being growing, living inside of you. That thought of like someone doing that to you and you letting someone have the audacity to do such a thing. It just seemed so inhumane.

I started thinking about it. Always a bad thing heh. I started thinking well, theres no other way to say this. But what if it happened to me? Would i ever make that decision? Abortion is not so simple as just snapping your fingers and having the baby right next to you. I can't even like imagine how someone would allow themselves to say yes to that thought. While walking back to class i was just thinking and thinking about it. Its just SUCH a horrible thing to do. That got me remembering Avril's other story, which i don't think i should get into.

But well then i thought, hold on Michelle. What are you saying? Are you against abortion? You're obviously not for it. But then what about those womean and girls that have been raped? What happens if an innocent young girl was just walking home and then she got raped? What happens if she then got pregnant? Are you saying she shouldn't get an abortion? Are you saying she should live with that baby inside of her because its a living thing even though it may have been a very torture to do so? Thoughts just flooded into my head! Before i knew it i was having some kind of inner debate with myself. So what is this then? Pro choice? Are you saying that a woman is only obliged to get an abortion if she got raped? What happens if a 13 year old got pregnant. Abortion would be such an easy answer to give before i knew any of this. But it isn't so much an issue of pain or disturbance or whatever it is. Then is it about morals? Should people not abort babies, should people not kill innocent young lives because they don't think its right? What happens if there are circumstances. I mean what is the girl supposed to do? Is she jut supposed to live with it. Deal with it because its not right and it hurts too much. So i'm pro life now? That women should give birth to their babies no matter what? Then what about those people that you mentioned? The ones who were raped and pregnant NOT by choice. And the ones who were too young and made the mistake. Are they supposed to live with it too? How are we supposed to let a child grow up with a 13 year old as a mother. She's too young to be a mother. Whether she's mature or a genius or something! Does it have to do with responsibility? Am i against teen motherhood? No i'm not, because they are only taking responsibility and doing what they think they should do. But then do i support it? Or rather, then am i okay with it? What exactly are you thinking Michelle Wong?

I honestly don't know. I'm too confused or disturbed to think about it. I don't want to even think about it any more. I'll just keep asking quenstion after question then answering it and taking back what i answered the next. I know i'm over dramatising it all over again, i'm sorry. But i mean, i don't really know what to say.

So now how am i supposed to end this off properlly.

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

I realise that i am a sad girl.

Today, at the thought that i was going to be able to eat spaghetti for lunch, a smile instantly came to my face like i had just been named the ruler of the world. Oh spaghetti. Oh lovely lovely spaghetti!

My favourite kind of pasta is Fettucini. I don't know. I always found that spaghetti was too thin, and i wasn't too fond of the twirly kinds that come in odd colours. So Fettucini was my best friend. You can notice how i am applying a double standard by capitalising the letter "F" for Fettucini and not for spaghetti.

Now i also notice that i have made a grave mistake. In all the years of my 15 year old (i am here now) life, i have been referring to the dish with tomato sauce as spaghetti. Failing to realise that spaghetti was actually the name of the noodle. Alas, i am corrected. I refuse to fanthom how neglected Fettucini must feel.

Lets continue.

One of the most important i feel, of all aspects to this wonderful delicacie ( i cannot spell), is the sauce.

Ah! But ofcourse! The sauce!

Personally, i do love the classic tomato types, or the pesto and cheese kinds. I've learnt that sun dried tomatoes are good to use, because they turn out sweeter. And if you make those cheesy kinds of spaghetti, put it in portions of half milk half cheese. If you can't notice, i am obviously trying to seem as if i know what i'm talking about. Commar fullstop.

I have a void in my life that needs to be filled.

I do this with hand actions! Its really fun. If you haven't seen it, shucks for you. Because its the coolest thing in the world! Which i rule!

I'm being over dramatic again so don't worry i'm fine :D.

Like yesterday before lunch, i said to Diane, "Lets wait and figure out what we want to do with our lives." Because you know, figuring out what to do after lunch had our whole future dependent on it. Forward thinker Michelle, forward thinker.

High School Musical!

Yes i do realise that the storyline was a little eh but i still like it. The songs are literally stuck in my head. All through last night there was this voice blaring "I'M SOAAAAAAAAAAAARING! FLYYYYYYYYYYYING!THERES NOT A STAR IN HEAVEN THAT WE CAN'T REACH!"

I think this is why i was half dead in drama. Okay maybe three quarter. How exactly do we culcalate?

Shucks for you if you didn't watch it! I'm sure you're feeling the emptiness welling up inside you. But its ok! Don't cry. It'll come around again soon enough. And then you can crash someones house, or tape it, and watch it and spend the rest of your life singing the songs in your head.

I love the Disney Channel.

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

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