hey macadamia:)

Monday, July 30, 2007

It was an unexpected romance.

The setting was perfect.

Evening glow dancing along the rivers edge.

Light breezes that licked at your face and toes.

Hues of lightning gold-

You get the point.

At this point of time, i'd love to say,

The winds brushed against her face, refusing to relent.

Trying desperately to adjust her bag strap across her shoulder, she pushed the annoying chunks of stray hair out of her eyes.

She was never one for multitasking.

But alas, it isn't so.

Her feet hurt.

Her hair was up.
But she was adjusting her bag strap though.

If it counts.

As she whipped her head to one side,

(to give a couple some privacy)

Its safe to say she chanced upon an opening act.

To a heartfelt tale of

Nature at its finest.

Now, curiosity got the better of her.

(she was always a little bit too inquisitive)

But just a little.

Like all great stories,

It started with a fight.

It was hard to tell which was male, and which was female.
Our narrator wasn't any Catologologologist.

But you don't have to be a genius to figure that something was wrong.

Denny (as he is now named) seemed to send her a glare filled with scorn, while Penny (as she is now named) looked to the other side.

It felt intrusive, watching them like that.

But something told her they were more concerned over other things.

If only she could speak cat.

Sadly, whatever it was, it didn't seem to be working out.

And Penny left dejectedly.

Of course, in the exact same way her heart was tugged,

Her head was too.

Conveying a silent plead.

Being male, Denny preoccupied himself.

Doing who knows what.

With a sigh, Penny picked up her pretty white paws.

And made for the road.

She had enough of this.

"Hey! Wait up!"

"This is high."

"Hey-"

Penny jumped down looked away.

"Thats just like you, kid." Denny thought.

"Always running."

"How dense can he be."

"Will you follow me?"

"I'll think about it..."

"Ugh."

"Alright."

"Penny..."

"What?"

"I want to ask you something."

Wait hot chick!"

"DENNY."

"COMING."

"Yeah?"

"Will you follow me?"

The End.

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

posted at Monday, July 30, 2007

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Heck this crap.

How to pass Napfa Version 2.928475

By Michelle Wong

1. Be aerodynamic:
- Hike up shorts for less wind resistance
- Slick hair back (with gel for added slickness)
- Run with nose thrust forward to break through wind

2. Add natural (free) spring to step:
- Skip instead of run
- Motto "Who needs sports shoes when you have fun?!?"

3. Hire look-a-like/ clone to assume identity.

4. Bribe Mrs Kong.

5. Lose integrity.
- Lie
- Eg. "Three rounds??!? I ran FIVE!!"

6. Use smarts to create machine to transport Michelle from start till end.

7. Feed everyone with junk/ use of drugs to slow everyone down and pray for moderation in timings.

8. Pretend to be adopted.
- Therefore 15 years old.
- Wait i'd still fail. 14.
- Eh? Make it 13.

9. Do the mentos commercial thing when no ones looking.

10. TRANSFORM.

Yes. I failed my retest.

Seriously. And there i thought i was running better! Turns out i was slower by 2 seconds. I think i may a subject of sabotage. By like, nature.

Of course, this has prompted stupid suggestions like, "Why don't you run to practice?"

Well, i'm sorry but i absolutely don't see the LOGIC. I mean, who runs more to run less?! Not me! I mean thats like an athelete training an entire year just to run 100 met-

Whistle whistle.

Wow i just offended like half the population in Singapore who are sportsmen. They can outrun me to. Die.

Ok fine. Peace peace. Ugh.

How to pass Napfa Version 2.928476

By Michelle Wong

1. Don't
- Don't
-Don't
-Stop running.

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

posted at Saturday, July 28, 2007

Friday, July 20, 2007

HOT

I think it completely defeats the purpose.

In my attempt to focus more, i've asked my dad to change the password to my account and swear to never mention it to anyone, dead or alive. He did this for my mid years (despite my furious protest) but hey. It worked pretty well. So i thought, heck, lets do it again!

This meant that i had to get through my mum or dad every time i wanted to use the computer. Which actually. Was really easy.

Me: Dad can you help me sign in?

Dad: Ok.

My mum was better.

Me: Ma-

Mum: Do you want to use the computer?

Do you see what i mean. So i realised, Michelle. This isn't working. You're just going to have to excercise self control. And yes, yes you will achieve your goal. Just restrain a bit, just a little bit. You know you have it in you!

BUT THEN. I got curious.

*shifts eyes*

I approached the computer, switched it on and waited for it to load. I was just sitting there, calm, not agitated at the least. When it came to the main page, i just clicked on the question mark beside my name.

"Car" it read.

I made a small face and typed into the password box.

And it loaded!

Seriously. I just ask for trouble.

Now, whenever i'm doing work i get this itch. I mean, because even though i practically get to use it whenever anyway, it was a lot better when someone else had that control. And every time i ask my parents to help me sign in i remember. I already know the password! Maybe its my conscience. Maybe its telling me that in order to curb this temptation i have to tell the truth. I have to tell my parents that in a moment of weakness, i succumbed and tried to hack into the computer.

No hack is too harsh. Er.. i tried to use the computer. Thats it. I tried to use the computer.

But it was purely out of curiousity! Honest! I had just always heard them typing it away and acting like it was such a secret. They should have known better! I'm their daughter!!

Ok fine. I wanted to guess what the password was. If there are two things i like to do in life, its to guess things and name things.

OH. And if theres anything i HATE to do in life. Its excercise.

To be specific, NAPFA.

If you asked me, Michelle, what do you HATE more than running your 2.4?

Well, (whoever is asking me), that would be running my 2.4.

Twice!

Is it just me, or am i really not blessed with any form of atheletic capability?

Wow i have so many things to say today.

Don't disturb the old man when he's reading!!!!

I'll tell them. One day.

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

posted at Friday, July 20, 2007

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Garden Party

Saved a seat for Sarah

I've got the hiccups.

And i don't mean it metaphorically. As in, i really have the hiccups. Like out of the blue a hic, and another, and another. I've tried everything. Drinking water, taking sharp intakes of breath and holding it..

Its pretty annoying.