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" :)

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