It dawned on me yesterday, that i have a special ability.

And that is survival.

Yes! Contrary to popular belief! Michelle Wong is indeed capable of surviving in this world! Apparently, using skilled manipulation to work to her advantage is her resident forte. A swirling cloud of happiness danced above my head at the moment of the sudden revelation. I revelled in this new found knowledge as i giggled to myself.

Cackled.

Threw my head back and roared in boisterous laughter.

It was all so evil. But yet so necessary.

Now like 726438754817629846% of all my stories, it happened during Chemistry tuition yesterday.

And okay first of all i'd like to point out how completely sad my life is?!? The fact that i am able to filled this useless webpage with countless (charming) stories of my tuition teachers is a testimony to the fact that i infact do not have the adventurous, adrenaline rushing, life that i can only dream about. Dream about!! Thats like! In a dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course i blame everyone but myself. I wish i had a pet fish. Dammit.

Anyway. My chemistry tuition timing has been changed to 8.30pm ever since the week before my mid years. He says its because he'll have the freedom to teach longer if i needed it since its my O level year. I mean thats fine by me. If anything, more time to cram homework before he comes! Yes! Who's the smart one now?!?

Being the oh-so-good host that i am, i like to ask him if he's hungry whenever he comes.

1. It wastes time.
2. It wastes time.

Fine i'm not that terrible. I ask him because its late and i don't want him to channel his hunger into anger. No alright i ask him because i don't want him to die of starvation. I am capable of human compassion you know.

He'll usually say he isn't, except for the select few sessions. But do i care? No! I go grab all those delicious snacks my mother brought back from Ipoh and throw them in his face. Overseas goods! High class!

And whether he's hungry or not.. he will somehow always manage to nibble on a few bits of deep fried goodness or go as far as having a bowl of chicken curry with french loaf. I never really noticed any change in his behaviour since i'm too busy figuring out how to answer questions.. But yesterday was different. Yesterday was the defining moment.

Like all the other sessions, i offered him some treats my mother brought back. She brought back tonnes. TONNES. I don't know why you know. Its like she wants us to have high cholestrol. But duh i'm too young to care about heart failure so i just eat. Mm.. the muruku..

Which was almost exactly what my chemistry tutor said! Except he didn't say anything. Why? Because he was too busy eating! He said to me, "I don't know how anyone can stop eating this!" and i was like "I know i know!!" when it hit me.

The man was happy.

My eyes darted left and right (another form of shifting) and i composed myself with this information. He was happy.

Now i know i'm making it seem like he's all rage and red eyes, but he really isn't. He is actually quite a reasonable man who, on certain occassions that he deems fit, will tell me inspirational stories to spur me forward. For example,

There was a painter who sat by the lake and painted lillies. One day, another man walked past and saw the painter painting lillies. The lillies were very lifelike and beautiful. The man wanted to paint lilles as lifelike and beautiful as the painter. He tried to paint them but they turned out to look really ugly. He was upset.

But he did not give up. Like the painter, he sat by the lake with his paper and paintbrush in hand and started painting lillies. Day after day he would sit by the lake and paint. Until the day his lillies turned out to be more lifelike and beautiful as the first painter.


Then he would almost smile. I call it an almost smile because its like he's almost smilling. Rarely he would smile. And rarely he would praise me. Not that i covet his praise.. but it just makes it extra special when he does. Like its actually worth something.

Same with my maths tutor. She is such a lovely woman, though, scary. But she really is. She said to me today "Michelle you think i don't know you? I've taught you for almost 3 years." I remember smiling. She continued, "You are naturally blur."

Besides all that. He isn't all that bad as i make him out to be. He doesn't get angry, but he gets scary. Like that scary angry thing? Just that he isn't angry. He'll like, ask you life questions and stuff. But you know he's not happy. And you're like "Heh heh". Wait. I bet you don't care right?

Back to my story.

He wasn't enraged, no, but he wasn't void of emotion either. The man was enjoying the muruku. Trying to screw on the cover and then giving up and taking a few more pieces. I was like, "Wow.."

I did the evil i-can-rule-the-world eyes flashing thing to myself. Unknowingly, i had been feeding (literally and unliterally) him to, in a somehow related sense, my advantage! Maybe thats why he hasn't been telling me stories lately. Maybe he thinks i don't need it anymore. Maybe its because he's too busy eating. Maybe its because he's happy!

And when your tutors happy, YOU'RE HAPPY!!

He didn't relent on the homework, not that i want him to, nor the teaching. The entire atmosphere was different thats all. I suppose it was in the past too only that i never noticed it.

Now that i did. It was like whoa.

Another world, like another world.

I'm so feeding him again next week.



Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

Edit: I have no idea what is up with all the sudden vocabulary. Ignore it!

At the moment, it is 11.01pm.

The clock is ticking.

With every minute that passes my heart jumps a little to that electrifying soundtrack that goes "da da da da" (like you know what the heck i'm talking about) that always seems to capture intense moments of suspense.

I shift my eyes.

*shifts*

This is dangerous. My father will be back any moment now. He expects me to be in bed! The "week after" mid years are over. The fun is gone. Its like you know the "morning after"? Well this is the "week after". Meaning the headache after the party.

The stomachache after the buffet.
The credits after the movie.
The tissue paper after the meal.
The pen after the pencil after the pencil case.

Actually its not that bad. But point being, its time to be focused again.

Maybe i should get the Focus Dailies contact lenses. Then maybe i'll be able to focus, daily. GET IT?! HEheheheheheehehehehehehehheheehehehehehehehehheeh haha so funny.

Anyway. This is my current situation. Do not ask me why i'm wasting time telling people all of this when i can get to the main point of the post and not risk extinction. I'm at my dads laptop (because he just refuses to fix the other one) while he is out having some meeting. He can come home any minute now. And when he does, he does not want to see me on the computer when im supposed to be in bed.

What do you think i am?! Some hooligan!?!

Oh! I just realised this. Seeing as how i've been using my dads laptop i type the addreses into the, er, the address thing.. and i left my blog address there before. So who knows. He may actually be reading.

Right. Now.

(Daddy, do you know you're invading my privacy? Its okay if you pretend you haven't read my blog. I'll pretend you don't know about it. Then we can forever live in harmony and espoinage. And hint: i want to go for sushi!! Ok i'm done.)

On second thought.. lets hope that he doesn't come here. I'll be praying.

Gah, stupid Michelle, hurry up! You're supposed to be a good girl! GOOD GIRL!! GOOD GIRLS GO TO SLEEP AT 11 SO THEY CAN WAKE UP FOR SCHOOL!!!

Ok, what i want to say is that people, are very, very, nice.

I know so many nice people. Nice, nice people.

And i just want to thank everyone for their kind wishes and phonecalls. I really appreciate it and it made this dull, intensive chinese filled day a lot better. Wow i sound like a politician. But not the point. I just wanted to say thankyou :). And er.. eat chicken. Yeah.

Speaking of chinese, I PASSED!!!!!! Okay so i got a 53 but i'm not asking for the world here! Whoot!! Whoot!!

*dances*

I haven't passed my chinese since.. i don't know. Its funny how i'm chinese and i fail it. But yet i pass English. Its like the nocturnal animals sleeping at the Night safari.

The Ladybug that isn't a lady.
The Ponggol Nasi Lemak stall in Katong.
The tissue in the tissue paper in the tissue paper box.

Now i shall leave, and probably not blog for another 01297409836597426598374 years.

BYE.

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