The conversation my chemistry tutor and i had as he sat on the steps and put on his boots:




Me: So do i look like my brother?!
Him: No. His features are sharper.
Me: Haha! Well he is male..
Him: No. You just have to lose weight.




*stuffs fork full of pasta in mouth*

Someone remind me why i pay him again?

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)




OH AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE.

As i sat here waiting for the page to load. Good old Siti came in and sat next to me. She looked me in the eye and said,

"Okay i'll show you something but don't freak out."

I frowned.

"A friend came to visit in the morning."

She started punching buttons on her phone. I was like, wow, boyfriend ah Siti. Until i stopped in shock as the video on her phone started to play.



A snake.

A SNAKE.

Let me repeat this just one more time.

A SNAKE.



There, on the screen. Was some freakshow

of a documentary depicting a SNAKE in

all its huge, long, menacing reptile glory

slithering around our garden

like no bodies business!



I went "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And Siti said, "No wait till you see it stand!!"

I went "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" again.

Then she went on about how she could have killed it. Just that she was afraid that its family would come and er, how do i say this, say hi?

I nodded knowingly. Of course Siti, of course.

The snake escaped through the drain in the end. But just in case, i think i'll give it a name so that i could call it if i ever saw it. I mean, not that i would want it to come to me. But well oh fine do i really need an explanation as to why i'm naming that stupid snake?!

I'm thinking like, Henry. You feeling it?

Henry the snake.

Henry, the snake, pants.

Works!!

And Henry really was huge and long. Siti's convinced its a python but i'm not so sure. I wish i could post a picture though. We should set up a Henry Watch. I made Siti promise to take a picture if he ever comes to visit again.

Well alright thats enough for now. I have to go get ready for Maths tuition.

I cannot pronounce the word "Derivative".

Now. I hate to sound like a sap..

Which i kind of am. But thats besides the point.

I just don't really like over emotion at certain junctures of my life. Yes, gasps, i know. You?! Michelle Wong ( what. i like my surname) ?! UNAPPRECIATIVE OF OVER EMOTION?!?!?

YOU FREAK OF NATURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Too bad. This is one of those times. One of those days. Where i suddenly decide that i like to sound practical like chemistry. So there.

Hmph.

Well anyway. It all started when i was about to prepare two sets of scripts for Sally. So i reached into my brown tote that the stacks of papers had been hibernating in. But out of the blue my hands fiddled with a piece of paper that had been folded into a quarter.

Gingerly, i removed it from the pocket and opened it with slight apprehension.

(Yes i've been reading.)

And i was greeted with something sort of a pleasant surprise. It was something i had written for Lifegroup with Tiffy last year. It was titled,

"GOALS. 2007."

See where i'm going with the sap thing?

*shudders*

Well most of my goals were pretty embarrassing. Well not really.. But i guess i feel a little somewhat uncomfortable sharing. Don't worry. I'll get over it momentarily. Because for the absolutely oddest reason i feel like i have to say what they are in order for this post to actually have an effect on me.

Yeah i know. What the heck?

I've been told i'm complex. I find it really strange. Because at the same time i've been told i'm simple like some book that you read in K1 thats full of pictures and a big word like "APPLE" and "BANANA" that you put underneath a chair to prop it up when no ones looking.

I know. Michelle the walking contradiction.

Okay i'm getting dramatic again. Control yourself now.

So well where was i? Goals! Yes. Well i'm just going to type them out. Then if for whatever reason i feel like i'll die if they're displayed on the internet for all the world to see any second longer, i'll edit them out. Thats what the edit button is for.



Michelles goals for 2007
(i don't know how to underline)

1. FOCUS
2. Get consistent good grades.
3. NOT fail.
4. Cope with studies.
5. Change my attitude.
6. Ace my O Levels.
7. Pull up chemistry, geography, social studies.. and dare i say - chinese.
8. Graduate.
9. COMMIT TO STUDYING!!
10. Not be so "bo chap".
11. VJ.
12. Learn to take care of myself aka not get LOST.
13. GROW..!!
14. Curb my spending.
15. SYF GOLD WITH HONOURS.
16. Be more socially aware.
17. Be more involved.
18. Discover more interesting things.
19. Drive. (ok no i'm kidding *i drew some cheesey smiley face*)
20. To care a little more about wanting to know God.
21. To actually do *something* about it.
22. Strengthen relationships.
23. Help more.
24. Love more.
25. Understand more.
26. Pass 2.4
27. Be a better person!
28. And while i'm at it. Lose weight! :D


Well so those were my goals. I know. Any sane person would read it and be like, "Hah? Big deal!" But those were my goals. Are my goals. Whatever. Something.

And i guess looking at that piece of paper made time stop in my head for a moment. Because even though its been like what, 3 months into the year? I feel like i've grown more than i've ever did these 15 years.

Its different too. It isn't like those goals they make you set at school so you can pretend you can care in front of your teachers.

I don't know how to explain it heh. It was just different.

And i couldn't help but feel very, very happy.

Because for once in my life i feel like i've accomplished amongst failures. Heck, i feel like i've actually accomplished something. Period.

Okay. Almost accomplished would be more precise. But be smart and don't argue with me.

Either way it was a moment i was grateful for.

And now that that moments over!

The world will go round again.




Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

I walked out of the Studio, full of anticipation for the coming event.

There is something you have to know about people from Drama Club.

We are unfit. Lazy, unfit, filthy pigs. What do we do during drama you ask? We roll on the floor. I'm serious. We roll on the floor. And have starfish spasms. What is a starfish spasm? Well its like when you lie on the floor in a start shape facing the ceiling. And twitch as if you're going to die.

Oh fine. So i'm the only one that rolls on the floor.

..and does the starfish spasm. *shifts eyes* But hey Masyitah tried it too and said it was fun! Yes. I always knew i could influence juniors. I have the power.!

POWER.

POWERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

P-O-W-E-R......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whoa okay! Michelle stop yourself before it gets to your head. Come on now. Breathe.. breathe.. ooh okay word association game. Breathe.. respire.. respiration.. aerobic respiration.. aerobics.. evil.. cow.. brown.. glasses..

OHMYGOODNESS.

Okay do you know how much crap my glasses have been through?!

First, the lens is scratched beyond belief. My dad said to take it to get changed. Problem is i can't find my old pair so i'd practically be blind for a few days whilst my specs go to the doctor.

Secondly, of all things, Miss Syazana Bte Yahya sat on my them yesterday. Well i'm not exactly sure if she sat on them, but they are unfortunately contorted. So they wiggle easily. I just wiggled my specs. I was actually trying to make a point, but i realised that you wouldn't even be able to see me wiggle them..? Yeah i know don't you just hate it when you realised things like two seconds after you did them.

Thirdly, well this problem has always been evident. You know those plastic things at the nose bridge? They're loose. Which results in my multiple attempts to adjust them properlly. Which leads to me doing something weird to my eyes (don't ask i have no idea). Which causes Diane to get all finger-itchy and position them properlly. Or like, give me a look.

And isn't that weird? How i can just say someone gave me a look. And you know exactly what that look is. Even though thats like the absolute most vague thing anyone could say to you. Its like,


Me: OMGCANYOUBELIEVESHEGAVEMEALOOK.
You: *stunned silence* ..................OH HELL NO.


I used "hell". Okay i was trying to make a point, yet again. Maybe i should try making a line instead.

I'm really resisting the urge to laugh right now. You have no idea how hard this is.

I have a theory. When you laugh at your own jokes, no one will laugh at them. So when you don't laugh at your own jokes, people will laugh at them. Its like inverse proportion (i semi quote 4/3's debate speech). Its difficult, but i'm determined.

And this is how you used the word association game to go back to the story you were trying to tell in the first place. Observe.

4/3.. debate.. Claire (FOCUS MICHELLE FOCUS).. oops er Yaya.. Yaya.. YAYA.. drama.. drama.. RUNNING!!!!

I bet you're wondering how it got from drama to running.

Okay honestly, i don't care if you didn't. Just shut up let me tell my story.

So after our session ended, we decided to go run our 2.4. It is possible that some of us were high on drugs when we agreed. But i choose to believe that its because we finally decided to do something about our sad, lives. Or fine i may just be talking about me again. But *~wHatEv~*.

Anyway, i got outside and was just about to put on my shoes, when i realised something.

I had no shoes.

My eyes darted arounds to the thousands of other Bata shoes adorning the passageway outside the Studio. And started to make a frantic search on all of them.





Trust me to make a big deal of things, right?

Being shoeless, i wasn't able to do alot of things. Such as run and live a pseudo healthy lifestyle, and more importantly, go home.

Actually i still could. Just shoeless.

But like any good Wong, i used my problem solving skills. I should be a con artist. I could go far in life.

I borrowed Su's shoes to run. Yes. I still ran. What did i say about being determined? Oh that was about laughing at my own jokes. Aiyah same same.

I ended up running only 4 rounds out of the 6 because like that top scorer from my school, i strategized to pace myself. If i ran all 6 at once, i was obviously going to crash and burn. So i decided to play it smart.

Marissa's kind dad gave me a lift home. Sweet man, and sweet child. Eh wait? Ah fine sweet child.

He wound down the windows and let the wind blow in our hair like rockstars. Smelly, you might say. But smelly rockstars none the less.

And talk about coincidence. The moment they dropped me off, my chemistry tutor was walking towards my house. I explained the footwear predicament.

I realised that whoever i told this story to would always ask me the same (or something sort of)question right back.

"If that girl took your shoes by mistake, why didn't you take hers?"

I am not exactly sure my friend.

But i suppose in a weird way it was because i wanted the girl to be able to find her shoes tomorrow when she realises the pair she wore wasn't hers. I have no idea.







Has anyone been feeling like a complete jackass lately?

Really?

Don't worry. Me too.

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

"When i marked your paper i got scared you know Michelle. Don't you think its scary? I don't understand how you can not know how to solve this problem. Its like a mystery. I find it such a mystery."

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

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