And here i thought i would never see him again.











HAHA I BET EVERYONE THOUGHT I WAS REFERING TO MY NON-EXISTENT EXBOYFRIEND.

Well, my gossipy gossip mongers of friends whom i hope, still care enough to read my blog because i read yours!! I am infact, referring to a man who has made a significant impact in my life.

One, that has changed my life forever.

And brought my Chemistry grade up from an F9 to a B3 or A2. But lets just say its A2 because that sounds nicer.

Yes! Friends! I am talking about Patrick, the chemistry tutor!

The same guy who indirectly told me that i was stupid during the first lesson that i met him, the guy that tells me stories of old men painting lillies, the guy that comes up with theories for the proper way to learn. The great philosopher, my chemistry tutor, Mr. Patrick (i don't know his surname).

Now, a certain thought might slip into your head. Say, Michelle, why do you need a Chemistry tutor? You don't even take Chem! Oh hoho this reminds me of the time i lied to Liankim, Farhana, Vinesh and John that my cat died and i couldn't send them off to South Africa. They believed me. And i don't have a cat. Really, really, so so funny.

Anyway. Besides being a Chem tutor, Mr Patrick is apparently, also a Maths tutor.

Since i am currently drowing in the horror that is H2 Maths - i find it is necessary to find myself a tutor before i choke and die. Because, though i would very much like to do the whole "independent learning" thing now that i am in junior college, i.. just.. can't.

Ok, at least not for Maths. The other subjects i can handle. Hopefully. Ok i can. Ahhhh fine just give me some face and pretend to believe me.

The homework monster has come to eat me. I can no longer form coherent sentences. Thus, i must go, and go quickly. If not i shall face my ultimate doom.

But i guess its nice to know that through all the change, some things still stay the same.

Because i mean, that is what is going to help keep my feet planted firmly on the ground, right?




Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

I think i'm tired.

But there is so much work i promised myself i would finish.

Everytime i think about it, i can't help but have this recurring thought that i don't want a repeat of secondary school. I don't want to start out bad. I don't want to be stupid. No, really, i know it sounds like a wild claim, but i don't want to be stupid. Especially when i know i can do better because, you know, well i guess its just not very nice.

Though, for (if you would forgive me) the stupidest of reasons, i feel extremely stupid today. I've been feeling very stupid lately, and if i feel this way one more day i might have to kick something very very hard. Like a rock or a wall or something. But then i might hurt my foot so maybe not. Now that would be really stupid.

I'm going to sleep. So much for keeping my promise to stay up and finish my work haha. But do you know whats the strange thing? Amidst all of my lethargy, i'm having a really good year.

I'm having a really, really good year.

Now, if only i could figure out how to make it less stupid. If i'm lucky, it'll involve me in a spandex superhero costume and a bright shiny wand from Toy's R Us randomly running around my neighbourhood to save the day. Or, it could just be eating a big plate of pasta. Or 2 big plates of pasta. Or, gasps, 3!!!!!!!

I'm going to sleep now. Theres a lot of stuff to get in trouble for because i haven't done them, and damnit, i want to look good getting my scolding!

Haha, so goodnight. Goodnight. Goodnight.


Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

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