` don't stop now

One more debate to the bragging rights as Wira state Champions!
You guys can do it! *prays*



*deep breath*




I'm hungry. :(
Five more mins before I get food that's supposed to last me till 6.30. :(

` stay close, don't go

the SMDJ Wira debaters 2008
just two more debates to bragging rights as state champions!! Lol.
Fight a good fight. :)

Anyway, today I helped my mom "cook" Japanese dinner. Obviously, I was like what the Chinese proverb calls "the more I help, the more work there is to do", ie cleaning after me, fixing my mis-measurements, so on, so forth. It's not as easy as it seems. It isn't. Either that, or I'm just cooking-challenged. *rolls eyes* Thank goodness mom's absolutely patient with her cooking-challenged daughter. However, daddy was my motivation because he fed mom and I these wonderlicious DURIANS while we were sweating like pigs! Yummmy! :)


Above was the my first attempt (with help from Laura and Anne) at decorating a cake! haha. Memories la. I feel old. Anyway, this Denon just came back from flying school so he took me out to yumcha at Starbucks. Thanks for the private plane i'll be getting soon. *evil grins* Then again, omgosh Denon. Look at your baby face! Can't believe it was just last year! =_= Can't believe you're actually flying planes now! My goodness. On the other hand, KEN LEE. :) hehe.

On a random note, that day during core team meet last Sunday,
(Westerhout) (Me)
Can whistle ar?
Nope.
I can whistle with my nose! *blows nose-peet!*






=_=

*NEWSFLASH!*
I went to do my toe nails today, again. Yes. Yes. Yes. They're bronze-ish. The nail art this round is pretty artsy. Not the usual flower do. I don't quite fancy it. Mom likes it though. At least someone's impressed. 0.o haha. Anyway, i'm happy-licious. Nail art! :)

go figure.
Terrible artist I tell you.

` simple pleasures

the title says it all.

Anyway, tomorrow's my grams' friends birthday, so she required a birthday cake for their little birthday dinner tonight. I hope she'll like the cake. This cake has brought me multitudinous emotions. Stress, pain, but most importantly, the joy of overcoming it all. If any one of you know me well enough, I next to never eat my iced cakes/cupcakes. Haha.

I likelove. :)

` ice ice babyyy

No one should get offended with the contents of my posts unless I specifically name anyone. Prior to that, if you think i'm blogging about you, please think again. Like I once said, if you still think it's you i'm talking about and you don't like it, please stop reading this. Yeahp.

On a lighter note, I hate feeling hungry. That rumbling and tumbling thing my tummy does gets me easily agitated. Thus, I snap like *snaps fingers* this easily. Lame. I know. Like they say, a hungry woman's an angry woman. :) One day, i'm going to store a whole kitchen in my room. Then, if ever i'm hungry in the middle of the night again, hungry no more it will be! :) Oh well. Like it'll ever happen =_=

You know, nearly every song that I love has a story to tell. Take this one old song by Code Red, for instance. In the days when we were all still young and yuppy, the kids of the BEC with the kor kors and che ches would come up with multiple performances/games for our Easter and Christmas parties. When Jo and Liv still lived near my place (in times when we grew to be the che ches due to various additions to the group), we'd listen to that song and wonder what it'd be like if we sang that song at Christmas. Believe me, we had everything planned out. The actions, the people who were going to sing which verse/chorus. haha. I bet you don't get what I mean. haha. That's the history of this song.

Life's tough. You can't please everyone. :) Plus, life's too short to be reading my posts. Have you nothing else to do? Don't you have anything more productive to do with your life? Are you still reading this? After all the nonsense i've said, congratulations on getting this far.

Anyway, in my previous post, I said something about Integrated Expressions (IE's synonymous to Pop! Theater in Malaysia) getting the honours to present a sneak preview for Honda Malaysia's launch of the All new Accord at KL Convention Centre. I'm not excited about the freaking car, i'm not. The audition was last month and Rachel got through. So, my sister was part of the production! :) Awh man Laura. Australiaaaaa. Boohooo.

Malaysia’s first science fiction musical No Limits. Produced by Integrated Expressions, the producer of award-winning musicals The Girl from Ipoh, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and Rose, Rose I Love You, comes another new musical, No Limits.

Set in the future, right after the accidental discharge of an electromagnetic charge from the earth’s core wipes out everyone’s memory, this provocative musical questions the heart of the human soul.

Amidst a time of turmoil and confusion, there is a struggle between One who strives to return people to the lives they lost and Other who tries to created new but fake memories, both claiming to give people back their lives.

No Limits – The Musical
Plenary Hall Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre
July 11- July 13.

You wanna be there. :)

Here's a picture I cabut lari with. haha. She's so gonna kill me if she sees this. But then again, who cares. She looked absolutely gorgeous.gorgeous.gorgeous.gorgeous.gorgeous! I wouldn't be able to go past this post without a picture of her. Haha. For more pics, please go find her blog. No link due to certain circumstances. Sorry!

Melissa and Rachel
Aiyok she so gorgeous lahhhhh! Yummy-licious. :)

Irresponsible is forgetting to pick your sibling when you're not reminded.
Maybe irresponsible is triable.

` banana pancakes

oh my gosh world. My mom has magical powers. :) haha. She got my external HD fixed. Working external HD = music = life = Michelle's going to be around for a long time to come. Too bad for you all! haha. Anyway, i've been sorting my iTunes out, getting the album Artworks synchronized with the songs and so on. Finally, I have faces for the singers I love (and that you probably don't know exist). Sad. I know. The ones I imagined were black singers turned out to be whites. The whites turned out to be all blacks. Haha. I'm not discriminating colours here. I'm just so amazed with all that i've found out. Those singers I thought were slim were actually plump. The ones I thought would be fat short and old were actually young, gorgeous and slinky. Heeeee. I love the music industry! Woohoo. Keep surprising me. I love surprises. *innocent smiles*

*shierks* too yummy to go unposted in my blog. *oooh*
talking about their voices ok! Gee.

On a random note, I finally got my pigsty-Tornado-Tsunami-Natural-Disaster-infested-room cleaned up! I actually have an empty desk now! And I actually sorted my Ikea shelf out and maximized it's space for the first time in three years? Yeah. So sue me. *rolls eyes* The important thing was that I finally got it done. Let's see how long it'll last. *grins* I'm saying a week tops. 0.o Gosh this is embarrassing. Who cares. =_=

Anyway, together with all that, I sorted out a load of stuff I store/keep/ferment in boxes. Haha. I've had this box since I hit high school. There were just so many letters and stupid things that I used to get, that I needed to keep them boxed up. So, since then, I've just chucked everything I got into the boxes. I've got all the birthday cards and season greetings since forever. To all of you whom I never got to thanking, thank you for the lovely cards. Haha. It's so funny reading it because some cards/letters were from people I used to be close to, couples who used to be together, so on so forth. Life's good eh? Oh well. Goodbye waves and driveways. Then there are letters of appreciation, letters of thanks and everything. Thank you, all of you, for giving me these memories. :)

Besides all my drama, Hillary Clinton feels like the King of the ring and that the "last man standing" might just be a woman. haha. I wonder. Oh well.

Moreover, the all new Honda Accord has been recently launched in this country! IE had the honour of doing their sneak preview of "No limits" to all the Honda VIP's at KL Convention Centre. :) "After one whole quart of brandy ... " haha.

Oh God, you deserve. :) Come on sing out with all we've got!

P/s: My stand still remains. People are dropping dead like flies.



I finally get what Sapede meant. haha.

` imogen

the orchard lady
the one time. :)

I've been spending all my free time making flowers. Yes. Gum paste and royal icing alike. Just that one takes more effort, is more time consuming and is tougher to handle. Yes. Gum paste. The weather in this country fluctuates more quickly than Pam Anderson's breast size. Not a good similarity, but who cares.


Funny how one moment you were the person I wanted to thank so much for being there for me. Funny how when I think again, I wonder if you did it all with a guilty conscience to face. Funny how I freaking thought you were the one person i'd trust my life with. Funny how stupid I feel like now, thanks to you. Hahaha. Funny how I thought so highly of you, so much more highly than you ever thought of yourself!

Funny how it turns out my grandmother was so right about you all along!
Now that's the punch line~!!

That's the last that's on my mind. :)

Anyway, the life and joy the external HD mom passed to me was short lived. Why? Hehe. Don't ask. Point is, I moved every single song from my iTunes into the HD and now it's not working. If you're not dense, you'd understand that no HD = no songs = Michelle's slowly dying. "But why did you download limewire and everything else into the HD?" Because I didn't want my Mac to crash in case there was some virus of some sort! That's why! :( Being too careful hasn't been paying off. So anyway Mr Bear lent me his HD full of SouthPark to watch and entertain myself and whee I get to download songs there.

BUT, the joy of getting his HD was even more short lived. I CAN'T FREAKING DOWNLOAD LIMWIRE INTO MY MAC NOW. WHY? *SHRIEKS* I downloaded it just a month ago. Now I can't! WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFH! *peace* I'm still approachable. Just bring me songs please. My life evolves around all this music that no one listens to. Oh goodness. Help me. Help me. Help me. Someone tell me what's wrong with limewire. Or is it me? 0.o sheeeesh!

On a sweeter note, I can't wait to construct my tiered (supposed to be wedding) cake this Saturday!~ :) I love lilies.

Edit

I just noticed that I've got (to date) six posts labeled with RIP. To think that this blog is barely three months old. To think that there are other people that have passed on and I didn't blog about. People are dropping dead like flies.

` the lily

` silence of the soul

First and foremost, thank you, yes you, for reading my blog.

Second, please refrain from asking me why the heck I post what I do and what the meaning behind it is unless absolutely necessary. It's absolutely irritating. If you just ask once, fine. Don't persist when I don't give in because it pisses me off. I know after reading this, many of you will say things like "if you don't want people to know, don't post lah!"

For instance, "Why your post got picture of legs one ah?". =_= nvm.

Please keep your lah's to yourself because I post what I like and if you don't like it, please stop reading. After all, this is my blog if it hasn't occurred to you. This blog was meant for me to look back and know what happened when. As long as I understand what I blog about, it has fulfilled it's purpose (on my part). Thank you. Oh and if you think I'm talking about you in particular, think again. If you still think I'm talking about you, please get on with your life. Why're you reading this anyway? =_=

Just before my shut eye in bed last night, it suddenly dawned on me how old i've gotten.

I still remember the times that dates back to when I was in standard one, trying to convince the teacher (in all my innocence and naive mind) that the dog ate my homework. Yes. I've tried that line before. Little did I know, at that age, that it was nearly impossible. Stupid TV programs. haha. Really, at that age, I thought it made so much sense. When I got my first pair of glasses at the age of 14, I left it at the terrace by mistake. Boy oh boy did my dog enjoy chewing on it. Literally. Bits and pieces were left behind as tell tale signs that the animal did it! See? The line "my dog ate my homework" makes absolute sense! Don't go laughing now.




Other tell tale signs of aging:
-wrinkles
-your eye hurts when you overuse your computer
-you can't keep up with your normal jog routine after a two week slack.
-music feels too loud.

above is a picture of our all-boy band :) (or trying to be)
haha. You guys the bestest!
But please stick to your own instruments.

Over lunch a couple of days ago, I was explaining to my classmates how each and every time I said I was going on a DIET, i'd subconsciously eat so much more than my stomach can contain. That word is deadly to me because I end up gaining weight. What I do now is take small meals (yeah right) or just have many prebiotic wildberry cereal and "fresh from Australia" milk. All thanks to my sister, Rachel. :)

Which brings me to a "this is how I started drinking milk" topic. I was in America when I first learnt how to consume cereal with fresh milk. When I came back and tried that, boy I didn't know the surprise I was in for. *shivers* So, no Low-Fat milk nonsense please, the taste of milk in this country I call home is bad enough as it is. Correct me if i'm wrong.

Ask my classmates and they'll vouch to it. Anything healthy doesn't taste good. Well, most, at least. Haha. Shin's No-Fat cake. hahahahaha. Anyway, wait till we start on the seat of the soul thing. On an absolutely random note, I've missed Panic! for so long. Finally got lots of them, old and new. Oh well. Sue me.

p/s: "Say 'present' or I'll come and stab you with my pen!" haha.

above is an example of what Lala is. *tsk tsk*

I like Joanne's style better (above). She's amazing!
Yay! Got an extra class with her on Monday. :) Yipppppeeee.
My stand is still the same. Royal Icing is the best. The name says it all.
No. I'm not lesbian.
Calvin (below) is off to UK for demo (which he'd rather do than teach us)!
*tsk tsk*

Anyhoo, I'll be having a week off next week *whee!*. Besides all the work i'm supposed to do, I'm so preparing my flowers for my cake! I love I love I love.

so different, yet the same.
haha. Happy cheering tonight, bunnies. haha.

Love,
Michelle

Walk like an Egyptian.
Why'd you have to be so cute?
It makes it impossible to ignore you.

` nobody listened

Sorry is a word, it's just a hollow word

Frank Byrne

Breaks my heart seeing them cry out for you.

` the shocking tap

Of good times and sampans plus one. :)

There she goes. Manly Manda's off to Sydney as I type. She has all our best wishes. haha. This woman of many talent's going to Cordon Bleu! Hopefully our plans to meet up in Sydney this July works out because it'll be awesome. Apparently Gerrard will be there too! Whee. Didn't catch him the last time he came down. :( Oh well. And I saw KeeHao who is now taller than me (if it makes him happier =_=). haha. Small boy grown up.

A few for the keeps.
KaiZen can be such a poser I tell you. *winks

the supposed-to-be see, hear and speak no evil boys.

ChunWei being ChunWei.
See what I meant? Need I say more? haha.

The willing victim who obviously looks happier (and less rempit)! haha.
Quoting the guys: "Why you wearing skinny pants?"
=_=

the Manda fanclub.
6 of the 3800 she called, according to Keni. LOL.


Jon n HingKai wanted to avoid doing this by being the photographers.
You're only young once!

p/s: Don't ask me why the photo quality's so spastic.
p/p/s: Winston/Manda, I want the sitting on the floor pic!

Before meeting Manda, had "brunch" at Ikea that day.
MAN WE CAN EAT.

potato=carbs.

see who becomes fatter at the end of the day.
shiz I ate all the patatoes.

*tap tap*
shock of the century for Laura and I.
At least it brought a good end to today. *laugh laugh laugh*



Thank goodness for Calvin. *sweats* The picture up there is a picture of my first fondant piece. Goodness don't let the looks of it deceive you. When Calvin demonstrated how to do it, it looked as simple as ABC, I wondered why I went for class. When I had to do it, I realised there's a reason to why you pay the cake makers so much. 0.o
Wouldn't have been able to complete today otherwise!

"it's coming! it's coming!"
Gum paste is simple? Oh no. Think again.
Or am I just unskilled?

Riana Green has too many pools!
Conversations of claypot Yee Mee Soup and purging.

(above) Michelle's "prosperity aka ONG" face.
haha.

` goodnight and go

Things have been pretty messed up and yet pretty great lately.

I removed the latest poll because I think we should all be contented with what we have. Some people are not as blessed as many of us are. Some people don't have the "I'd rather be stuck with fish lips, big nose, ugly teeth or no hair" choices. Some people just don't the chance to pick the kind of disfigurement (literally) they'd rather be "stuck with". I'm sorry if that poll hurt anyone by mistake.

It really gets bad, doesn't it?

April 8, 2008 - my day.

` dust in the wind

First things first, let us recap what's been going on in the past week (almost, at least).


April 1, 2008

Had an early birthday dinner for daddy and belated birthday dinner for Fr. Philip with amazing Chinese dinner and Haagen Dazs Belgium Chocolate ice cream cake! Yes, keep drooling.



April 2, 2008

SMKDJ beat SMKBUD(4) in Wira Debate! Whoops. I'm having trouble deciding where my loyalty lies.

Laura came over to do some of the pricing tags for the Cafeteria. Next thing you know, Rachel is in so much pain and we rush her to the hospital. Alright. As quickly as we could go in the rain and jam combination. Sigh.

Long story short, the surgeon (aka Dr. Harun) admitted her for observation because the doctor had already administered a pain killer which took away most of her pain. Therefore, Dr. Harun could not say for sure what was wrong with her.

Her one and only reaction was "WHAT? I haven't wash my hair today!" ... ... ... Yeah ... Beats me too.

Anyway, while Rachel was in the emergency ward, Laura and I tried the "laughter's the best medicine" thing. We cracked all sorts of nonsensical jokes and all three of us were in stitches. Laura and I got chased out by the nurse. :(

Laura and Michelle packs half the wardrobe into a small bag for her. Shampoo, conditioner, cleanser, moisturizer 1, moisturizer 2, mp3 player, earphones, towel, clothes, toiletries and more toiletries.

Oh. Not forgetting the part that I had to stay with her that night and we shared a bunk. :) Don't ask.



April 3, 2008

Mom picks me from hospital to send me for 10am class.
11am I receive a message from mom saying that Rachel was going for an laparoscopy operation to remove her appendix "now". *hypervantilates*

(lazy to blog about the in betweens)

I stayed on more night with her. Nurses at Damansara Specialist Hospital are wonderfully nice. I like. :)

Random 1, 3 and 5am questions.
"kembar ke?"
"yang mana sakit?"
"siapa nak check temperature?"



April 4, 2008

3am: I throw up in the hospital

11am: I throw up, again.

3pm: I throw up, again.

4pm: Dad drags me down to the emergency ward and I am then put on drip. =_=

That stupid needle in your effing veins effing hurts. Eff.




April 5, 2008

I don't want to talk anymore.



April 6, 2008

Tired. Drained. In need.

How is it you can trust a friend so much,
you literally trust that person with your life.
But that friend doesn't feel the same way,
takes complete advantage of this fuc*ing "friendship" you call "friendship".

Today I stand and say you are a knave.
Yes, you.

After all we've been through together,
I can't believe I had to be the one to tell.

If you hate me,
Hate me because I told on you.
Don't hate how I found out.
I'll hold on to good times and pretend
it was the real you.

I'm sorry this was how it had to end.
I was just about to tell you how much I appreciated and needed you in my life.
I couldn't believe my ears.

On the other hand,
I had to do it.
I'm sorry you had to be in the middle.
I won't hope you try to understand what brought me to it
but know that I couldn't just sit back.

To the last,
I'm sorry if it wasn't me you wanted to hear from,
you needed to know.




After all.








Michelle