Michelle Teoh

Nuffnang Food Fest 2013 (among other things)

I’ve been a terrible blogger lately and I apologise; college has been really hectic but a good kind of hectic though. According to Elya, I’m a “social butterfly” now and one of the “social events” I went to during the course of this week is the Nuffnang Food Fest 2013 event at Sunway Pyramid.

There was no real intention to attend the event at first, but then I thought five hours of marathoning Avatar: The Last Airbender alone in my dark room wasn’t exactly very productive so in the end, Pei Ying, Rumin, Zi Tian and I decided to go to the Food Fest because a) why not and b) free food.

Rumin, yours truly and Pei Ying; all in flowing skirts (I actually forgot what they’re called)

The place was full of people; and how could it not be? Free food attracts anyone anywhere. Later on, we found out this “fest” was conducted with the usage of social media sharing as currency. In simpler words, everything is free with the condition that you tweet or share a status/like the vendor’s page on Facebook with certain hashtags and/or captions. Hence, if any one stranger happened to stumble upon this carnival without any preceding warning about the rules accompanying this event, all they would see is a huge crowd of people typing away on their smartphones or taking random photos of food while waiting in line to show the vendors what they had just typed or photographed. It was pretty unbelievable to me at first, because these food items came at no cost- except for the tweets and Facebook statuses we were sharing out in real time.

Example of the terms of trade involved in this business transaction (whoaaa watch out we got an economics student here)

Genuine real legitimate NASI LEMAK ICE CREAM at Cielo Dolci (which had sambal and nuts and everything and HOW DOES SCIENCE WORK)

And then I met Audrey, a pretty well-known Malaysian blogger who also goes by the pseudonym fourfeetnine, also wife of Timothy Tiah, co-founder of Nuffnang itself. She was lovely, even though I was super nervous to get a photo with her at first because she was surrounded by a group of people who made my self-esteem plummet sixteen feet under because I was but a mere simpleton in a crowd of famous bloggers.

Would I make a good Chatime ambassador (just a suggestion) (I had to take this photo to get a free Chatime drink) (I don’t actually think I would be a good face for Chatime) (That would kinda pull down their business soz)

I personally think the idea of this whole event is genius; in this era where individuals can make a living out of blogging and/or vlogging alone, no one should ever underestimate the power of social media. It was pretty clever of them to “buy” customers for free and get them to do all the publicity work indirectly at such a grand scale. All in all, it was a win-win situation for both parties involved.

By the time I finished touring the whole place, I was already pretty full even though the food they gave out came in really tiny portions. So after that, since it was a Saturday night, we went on a spontaneous decision to watch a movie…but not before exploring the Sunsilk booth at the Orange Atrium where they were having a sale or something. Apparently, if you bought RM30 and above’s worth of Sunsilk products, you get a free hair makeover. So that’s what I did.

And then we went to watch About Time, a brilliant movie that made me look at the journey of life in a different, more eye-opening perspective. It reminded me very much of a Jodi Picoult-esque novel, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she was indeed the movie scriptwriter.

Also, why is it that Rachel McAdams always play the role of the wife of an awkward dude who can travel through time

Rumin, Pei Ying, yours truly and Yi Jing

So that was the end of my supposedly “socially active” weekend. There’s still a Dogathon post to come, which I guess boosts my social points even more? I don’t know, I just see this as an opportunity to expand my horizons and meet more people and do more things which I previously wouldn’t have had the chance to do. So I guess you can say I’ve been busily living my life now. Wow.

et ducit mundum per luce (and leads the world by light)

Last night, I was talking to a new friend and we started talking about the magnitude of emotions. Strengthening our beliefs and opinions with songs on our mutual playlist, we talked about the sensitive nature of our feelings and I realised it is true that you do meet people of all kinds in college.

I don’t think it serves as a surprise to anyone that knows me personally that I can possibly be one of the most emotional people one has ever met. It is both a gift and a curse to be able to feel so much about something as trivial as an ice skating ticket wristband. Everything holds sentimentality; every torn page a story and every arcade coin a memory. And that’s not even interacting with real life people yet, where emotions are invested much more heavily and fears amplified.

A gift and a curse, like I said, because most of the time it feels like I’m bursting with absolute pure emotions to give, but no one to give them to. Sensitivity and a melancholic temperament can also be pains in the arses because you feel a certain emotion for no reason at all, sometimes, and you are left wondering what to do with them.

But to all those who do not relate, I can assure you though that life as an emotional crackhead provides a much more rewarding life experience than otherwise, because what is a better story than a story filled with the rawest elation and grief? Because I’d rather feel everything than to not feel anything at all.

it’s always nice to have you

even though i can’t feel your physical presence

it’s always nice to have you

even though i can’t touch you with my fingertips

it’s always nice to have you

feeling you seeping through the crevices of my bones

it’s always nice having you

reading the words you write

it’s always nice to have you

wondering what it is you do when i’m awake at 3 in the morning

it’s always nice to have you

despite the malicious sadness that comes with loving you

it’s always nice having you

when having you is equivalent to having the world

Have Your Own Things

I’ve been feeling kind of strange the whole morning right up until, like, 10 minutes ago when I started listening to Paramore; and then I realised the strange feeling was due to the fact that I dreamt I was Hayley Williams and played at Reading Festival last night. I want to be Hayley Williams more than anything else right now.

I think it’s kinda weird when people (myself included) want to be other people. It’s a given though, that everyone wants to be at least one other person. One other person who’s prettier, more talented, richer etc and there’s nothing wrong with that. You naturally wish to be someone whom you look up to instinctively, and that could be a good source of motivation if utilised correctly.

I, for one, can relate very much to that. Of wanting to be someone else. When I was 12, I used to keep this notebook of names of people in my school whom I aspire to be like (in retrospect, that’s a very creepy thing to do) and I even had progress bars complete with percentages of completion. How I managed to measure my progress is beyond me, but that’s not the point. The point is, I never once thought of improving being like myself rather than being someone else.

I know that there is no such thing as a pure personality because everything else around you influences you to be the person you are today. The books you read, the movies you watch, the music you listen to, the wars you fight, the victories you win and most importantly, the people you meet, all of them shape you to be who you are currently, so it’s safe to say we give and take from every single person, every single character in the stories of our lives. That is okay. What is not okay is fantasising being someone else wholly and replacing your ambitions and ideas with those of others with the help of horribly self-drawn progress bars on exercise books with your primary school logos on the front covers of them.

That’s why now I’m more towards aiming for elements out of the norm, I guess. I used to be very self-conscious in a dress but now I allow myself to wear Doc Martens boots to college if I want to despite it being almost as heavy as combat boots and got comments like, “Why do you even wear them when it’s so heavy and hot?” because the answer to that is always, always “Because I can and want to.”

No one should ever live their lives dictated by anyone else. If someone tells you you can’t do something you want to do, go ahead and do it anyway even if it infuriates them. And I don’t mean that you should break every rule, ignore every red light; I mean it when people try to tell you you shouldn’t wear or do or write anything just because it’s “weird” and “strange” and “something I’d never do”. Show them that doing that thing they’re afraid to do is actually rewarding and fun and not as bad as they make it out to be and if possible, get them to do it too. This is a very restricted topic though because I’m not talking about anything like playing truant or arson or anything. Because I’m getting very fed up of negative people I’ve met in the course of my new college life who call people “uncivilised” just because they’ve never seen anyone climb over a table before and “weird” just because they dress differently and act differently and speak differently from themselves. And it sucks, especially when you’re embarking on a journey to find out who you really are and trying entirely new things in an entirely new surrounding with entirely new people. So, you know, just keep it PG and don’t bulldoze every other person who aren’t you.

And that’s why, everything I do and say, I aim to stand out from the rest. In a good way. I try not to give a stereotypical answer if I can. Be spontaneous whenever possible. Have my own things, my own habits and my own quirks and my own creativity. Knowing myself, it was more than difficult to start doing that when I tend to blend into the background most of the time, but it sure beats strictly sticking to the norm, and at least I’m discovering an identity for myself.

On another note, I went to watch the One Direction movie in IMAX 3D last Friday with my classmates and it was a frickin’ concert in itself because every other pre-pubescent girl in the cinema was screaming things like “I LOVE YOU ZAYN” and yelling the lyrics to their songs and just, perfection. The undying spirit of fangirls in all its pureness.

Irfan, Ian, Bellyn, Zitian and yours truly
Not included in the photo: Austin the photographer
STOP TELLING ME I LOOK SHORT, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS

Life In Technicolour

I tried combining “technicolour” and “Instagram” to sound witty but it just sounds terrible.

One. My expression does not do my excitement for the release of the One Direction movie justice but please do understand that there were a lot of people around and I don’t think Malaysians in particular fathom the needs of a rabid fangirl very well. Anyway, we went to watch City of Bones and it was fantastic and did the book justice, despite the many negative reviews I’ve heard. 10/10 would recommend.

Two. The next day, a Saturday, Yi Jing, Rumin, Pei Ying and I joined the Teach For Malaysia Summit 2013 at Sunway International School as a Sunway volunteer and even though it was more tedious than I’d expected, it was still pretty cool and fun and it was an experience like no other, particularly since I was joining a teachers’ conference for teachers from a student’s perspective, and everyone was basically discussing about students aka me.

Three. Ken Fui suggested a clothing theme for our class on Monday, which is Emo Day (the theme I mean, not the day) and basically it was just getting everyone to wear black except for Janesh who was to wear white because he is the President of ALSCO. (Speaking of ALSCO, I didn’t get in.) It was mighty fun and I even got Zi Tian to draw a fake sailor tattoo for me so I could be Harry Styles for the day, complete with the Ramones shirt and all.

Four. This badge is one of the many goodies I got from the first day of Recruitment Drive which is today. Nothing much to say about the badge, but I’m using it as a photo to talk about A Levels in general and I have three upcoming tests continuously this week and oh myyyy goddddddd

Of Chalk and Crayon Burgers

Yesterday was a Friday and that meant we had a three hour break in between classes. So the day before, after many exclaims of “BOJIO!” everyone decided to jio everyone in the class on a mini road trip to Crayon Burger at SS15 in three cars. I was in the same car as Bellyn, Taliza, Irfan, Rynn and Ken Fui and the best part of being in that car was when Fall Out Boy came on the radio and we went into full-fledged jamming mode.

And then we got lost a bit when we were heading back to college but we succeeded to do so in the end so that was another story to tell the grandchildren someday.

Overall, the food was good, the company better, and the day best.

oh you bite your friend like chocolate

Nothing much to announce, just felt the urge to write.

I’ve been back at college for four days now, and it pleases me to no end that tomorrow is Friday. Things have been getting quite hectic ever since I came back, and perhaps that’s a good thing. I’m slowly starting to slip in easily into this routine, and already it feels like I’ve been doing this forever. Okay maybe not, because let’s be real, we all know how much I like to exaggerate things sometimes.

I’ve also had two assessments on Physics and Maths so far. They were okay, I guess.

I’ve also been listening to a lot of The 1975 lately, evident from the lyric title above. You can blame that on Sakina.

I think I’ve found my favourite spot to hang out within the vicinity of my residence now. The Monash University cafeteria makes me feel strangely calm. Maybe it was all the laughing sessions we had had there.

I need to stop starting my sentences with “I”.

i’d trade all my tomorrows/for just one yesterday

Not sure if people are liking this lowercase lyric title approach but if you don’t then too bad, I guess.

You know those moments in life when you’re holed up at home for weeks and then suddenly you meet a whole bunch of different people in a single day? Yesterday was one of those days.

Holidays were supposed to mean getting the chance to sleep in so naturally, I hated waking up early in the morning and by “early in the morning” here I mean “before 12 noon”. But wake up I did anyway because I’d promised Beneh that I was to visit her for Eid and after dressing up in last year’s very same baju kurung, Dad dropped me off at her place because I was too lazy to drive.

And then Beneh drove me and Eah to Laiyy’s place and we met even more people.

Elis, Eah, Beneh, Laiyy, yours truly and Mas

After that, Dad picked me up and I changed at home before heading out again, this time driving to Pann’s Kitchen for a meetup with the Chinese gang this time to celebrate Chew Jie’s (surprise) birthday party.

(Front) Yu Han, Pei Fong, Chew Jie
(Back)Jia Yee, Ee Ching, Yuen Ming and yours truly

And then after that I drove to Fresh to meet up with Caleb, Sasha and Meara before Sasha went back to KL.

We didn't take any photos. — We didn’t take any photos.

After that, I went to help my mum out at her shop at Tesco. Fin.

I also made a video just an hour ago talking about college; do give it a watch even if I don’t know what I’m talking about:

var (was/shelter)

apparently you can make gifs on tumblr now

I think I’ve mentioned before on here that I’m a creature of habit. It doesn’t matter where I am as long as I’m adapted to it, have formed a routine/habit revolving around it. Hence, it was pretty strange to come home at first.

So far, my time at home has consisted of endless scrolling through Tumblr, bullying my dog (or the other way round, really), having cooking lessons with my mum and a dinner at Gemilang with the usual suspects. Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll be very willing to go back to KL after I’ve built a routine here. Movement sucks, but only with movement can you truly live.

Y’know, I never thought that my mom would worry about me having no friends at college, although I do see where she’s coming from. I’m glued to the Internet and if possible, will never want to leave a certain premise I’m comfortable with. I like to think that the forcible first step into college has brought about a change within me. A change of bravery and confidence. Heck, I permanently wear a wristband that says “bravery”, that’s pressure enough to be what your wristband says you should be. It’s easy to change as you step into a new environment; no one knows who you previously were and you can build a whole different reputation for yourself. That’s probably the greatest thing about starting college. And when you come home, you have the excuse of “college” being an influence for your change in personality.

But change scares me sometimes (creature of habit, remember?) that I wonder is this a change for the better? will people back at home approve of this change? I like to think it’s a good change, but what do I know, really? There could be people whispering behind my back that they’ve seen it coming, like it’s a bad thing. This isn’t a factual assumption, but I’ve heard of many anecdotes where this takes place and more often than not, it’s not something to be proud of. I don’t know. This is really confusing and terrifying to think about. Sometimes you just want to grab the world by the shoulders and shake them while yelling, “WHO AM I”

I also got a pair of Doc Martens yesterday.

you run into the night from all you’ve had

There’s something strangely therapeutic about listening to the light pitter-patter of raindrops as they beat against the nylon fabric of an umbrella which you’re holding over yourself.

Besides walking my dog in the rain late at night with an umbrella, this week, I’ve joined the school choir for a day, dressed up on Friday for college and sat on a plane alone. Again.

Last Thursday, since I had nothing else to do after classes, I decided to follow Yi Jing and Hannah (Yi Jing’s classmate and an ex-ALSTAR teammate of mine) to their choir practice from 5 to 7 because what the hell. It was free and who knows, maybe I have some kind of hidden talent for singing showcases. (Spoiler: that wasn’t the case.) The vocal trainer tested my vocal range for the first time and sorted me into soprano 2. Soprano. Oh. Hannah was a sop 2 as well and since I fail terribly at sight singing, I depended mostly (if not wholly) on Hannah when we practised. I don’t think I’ll be returning for the second practice, though.

The next day was a Friday, and previously, our econs teacher had instructed us to “dress up” on that day as we would be having an informal class photo taken. So after class on Thursday, the remaining people of my class had a brief meeting and we came to a consensus to dress formally the next day. So on Friday, majority of the boys were in collared shirts and slacks (Irfan went the distance and even had a bowtie on) (like Harry Styles) while Bellyn, Zi Tian and I dressed up in, well, dresses.

It was a really fun Friday. There’s always a certain…lightness to Fridays that Thursdays over here never had. It already feels like a day off even though it technically isn’t. Lecturers dress down while students dress up on Fridays, and it really is, in all its essence, TGIF.

On that Friday itself, I was to fly back to Alor Setar on an 8PM flight. Daniel, who was also staying at SMR offered me a lift to the Subang airport and when he dropped me there, it felt like Heathrow all over again, albeit a way smaller Heathrow because all I needed to do was walk straight and turn right to reach the waiting area. I didn’t even have to look for my terminal.

The gate of my flight opened at 1930 hours so at 7PM, I decided to call Beneh just for the heck of it and also to while away the time. The phone call lasted for 38 minutes and I didn’t even realise I’d missed my high school accomplice so much until then. And then it was boarding time and I spent the one hour on the plane silently laughing at Dan and Phil’s radio show video that I had pre-downloaded at school as a preparatory method to elude boredom on the plane. As a result, the hour literally flew by (see what I did there) and in no time at all, I was back at Alor Setar. My parents were already waiting for me and after hugging them, I was on the way home. Truly home. And damn, did that feel really frickin’ good. There really is no place like home.

Bite Sizes

Dish I: Pasta

Dish II: Mushroom soup and butter bread pieces

As I am writing this, there are only two minutes left until the rice in the rice cooker can be dished out and eaten with the pre-cooked baked beans plus egg dish waiting in my multi-purpose cooker. So that would be Dish III of my College Cooking Endeavours Menu. Please be proud of me. I put in half of the effort to make these stuff edible.

For someone who’s had zilch interest in cooking prior to coming to college (I detest being in the kitchen for any reason other than eating I’m sorry this is real this is me) so I would say this is a pretty magnificent feat for someone like me. And I have to admit, there is a huge satisfaction in preparing something that I would later enjoy eating, and double the bonus when I share it with my housemates as well. Unfortunately, the Sunway Monash Residence faculty bans cooking (with a stove) so our choices are pretty limited. Even my multi-purpose cooker (that I like to call magic cooker because it can work magic I kid you not) was smuggled in on our first day here. And unfortunately for us (who are too lazy to actually make an effort to go outside and eat everyday) this means that we have to find for options other than eating instant noodles in the apartment everyday…but we fared pretty fairly, I would say. If all fails, there’s always the choice to eat an apple.

College Life Chose Me, I Retaliated.

College life also chose me to study A-Levels and I realise that’s what I hardly talk about on here: my studies. What’s there to say, honestly? Physics, Chemistry and Math are 50 million degrees harder than the SPM syllabus and despite the fact that I enjoyed Econs immensely during the first few weeks, now it’s upgraded to being one of the sources of my headaches. But that’s A-Levels for you, I guess. Imagine how startled I was when Sunway students of A-Levels course and other courses exclaimed how stressful AL would be. An A-Level student posted on the Sunway confessions facebook page that he/she wished to join a society and asked for opinions and a Sunway student from CIMP commented, “You’re taking A-Levels, you sure you got time or not?”

Whoaaaaa there. I won’t even have time to join societies? One of the things I anticipated the most before stepping into college was joining clubs and cool activities because that’s what college is all about right? And now I wouldn’t have time to do so? Like????? What have I signed myself up for

And now I am counting down the days until I go home for Raya. I’m overjoyed to go home, but then I remember that I have to come back here eventually and that makes me quite sad.

I didn’t retaliate on that one.

letters to poets (part iv)

Taken by the talented Bellyn, whose blog (elephant-city.blogspot.com) you should definitely give a visit because it’s frickin awesome

A week has passed by, a week filled with many events of the exciting sort.

Last Wednesday, housemates and I attended the movie night screening of Wreck-It Ralph at Lecture Theatre 6, an event organised by ALSTAR Group 4. Honestly, I only attended it because it was Wreck-It Ralph, aka the best movie in my books so far. It was already about 8 something by the time we went home so we decided to take the free shuttle bus service back to the apartment and by shuttle bus, I mean a dodgy van driven by an unknown person. Thankfully, the driver was outnumbered about a dozen to one so that was fine.

The next day, in the afternoon, I attended a blind speed dating event organised by Bellyn’s group. Yes, that’s right, ladies and gents. A blind speed dating event. Don’t get me wrong though, I didn’t sign up for this expecting anything. It was more of a “what a brilliant story to tell my children and grandchildren when I’m older and reminiscing my youthful college years” initiative than anything else. It was definitely the strangest and weirdest thing I’ve ever done, but I survived, made it out of the hall in one piece. My comfort zone was a little bit breached but it was fun, if fun meant leaning towards an unknown stranger talking about your personal interests while both parties are being blindfolded. There was a rave party after that but I decided I had no more energy left to rave so we went back.

Friday was a public holiday and since all our other housemates were either away or busy (Rumin and Pei Ying flew home to Alor Setar, jealous; Megan, Qiu Jing and Zi Tian all went out with their families) Yi Jing and I, and also Ching Ju and Ah Low and a bunch of other ex-Keat Hwa students from Taylor’s, Inti etc went on a field trip to KLCC, Pavilion and H&M at Lot 10. Again, such adventures! Of roaming the streets of KL by foot and also public transport. I ended up buying a skirt I really, really like at a discounted price from H&M and that was it. It was already about 10 PM when we reached the apartment and needless to say, we were exhausted, but it was a well-spent day indeed.

Saturday and Sunday were days spent at college because of the ALSTAR Leadership Camp. On Saturday, by lunchtime, I was starting to feel a little ill, with inflamed tonsils and a running nose. I frantically downed about a dozen litres of water within that time span alone but by the end of the programme, I was already feeling dizzy and just very hot (there’s no other way to put this without making me sound like I’m trying to describe myself as a magazine cover model). So, Qiu Jing, Zi Tian and Megan (Yi Jing didn’t join ALSTAR) accompanied me to a clinic opposite Sunway Pyramid where I got charged a whopping 70 bucks for the meds. Biggest sigh of sighs.

Instead of spending my Sunday at college for the second day of camp, I spent my Sunway mostly sleeping in a delirious stupor, squeezing in several minutes of gulping down a few pieces of bread prior to swallowing huge-ass pills that I was prescribed. When I got tired of lying around, I decided to go down to do laundry only to find that the laundrette had already closed 40 minutes before I’d went down. So that was a day of things going well for me. And the lesson that I learned from this is to never fall sick when you’re at college because 1) expensive medical bills that you have to fork out yourself, 2) nothing to do while you lie around at home (because of no TV and wifi), 3) no one to fuss over you and remind you to eat and bring you your meds when the time was right, 4) no parent to consult whether one could eat this or that or do this or that. Everything had to be done by my own, and that sucks, but like what I’d tweeted last night, I am growing up and learning and I’m a powerful and independent woman, yo

So that was my week.

Welcome to My Crib

I decided to do this thing, taking inspiration from Sakina blogging about her uni room.

So let’s start with the bed, because that’s the most crucial thing to have in a room. If you’re wondering whether I specifically made my bed for the occasion then you are correct. Also, fun fact, the green turtle was an “accidental” luggage as my mum had grabbed it from the living room back at home right before my parents fetched me here. Also, yes, I brought my smelly bolster I’ve had since I was very young. No regrets.

Small shelf at the foot of the bed with three compartments, two currently being occupied.

Toiletries and hair stuff and face stuff and stuff that makes me look beautiful.*

*Beauty not guaranteed

First compartment: A Song of Ice and Fire series I brought from home, Ender’s Game I bought just last week (there is a movie coming out starring Hailee Steinfeld and Asa Butterfield I am excited), lab coat for Chemistry practical classes and small umbrella.

Second compartment: Economics notes I got from my cousin, Joshua, which makes me kind of scared of the subject, Physics books we were required to buy, files.

Work space. Where I go on the laptop and keep stuff and place racks and organizers at because they make me look important while a One Direction poster stares at me. I never study in my room because it’s much nicer to study in the commons with the rest of my housemates.

Laundry basket, yellow box of “mystery” (no seriously, it’s just normal routine stuff), shower gels, toothbrush, toothpaste, retainer case.

Wardrobe (exterior) with a full-length mirror I’ve always wanted.

Wardrobe (interior) where I keep my clothes, obviously. Hangers to hang dresses and cardigans and clothes that get crumpled easily, feast your eyes on this interesting view

Back of the door where there are hooks to hang my bags and towel.

That’s it, really. It’s pretty cool, I agree. Have a great weekend ahead, folks.

some origins of fire

Things I want to do:

Help out at an animal shelter
Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings/Game of Thrones marathon with friends and family
Watch One Direction live
Develop an Apple application
Learn how to tie a knot besides the ribbon method
Cosplay as Vanellope Von Schweetz
Make friendship bracelets for everyone I know
Sing at an open mic event
Embrace failure
Write a song (that actually makes sense)
Dye my hair green/blue/purple
Develop a habit to make my bed everyday after I wake up
Have a henna drawn on my hand — done

Happy 5th Birthday, CC

I missed my blog’s fifth birthday two days ago and I am quite ashamed of that. And it’s no wonder, considering how occupied I am nowadays that I can’t really keep track of the time. It’s already the third week of July, which means it’s almost been a month for me here. Weird. Sometimes I feel like time doesn’t pass by fast enough and sometimes I feel like time literally flies. This is one of those times when I lean towards the latter.

This year, I have not planned anything for this birthday (or anniversary, as WordPress likes to call it) (I wouldn’t even have remembered its birthday had WordPress not notified me itself). I’d wanted to film a room tour for weeks now but it’s always weird whenever there’s anyone around and also I don’t have wifi in the apartment and I think that’s the worst thing of all, having no wifi. Unless I can make sure uploading a video won’t use up all the memory on this broadband thing, it will have to wait, I suppose. But yes, happy birthday to Careful Confessions who was created on the 20th of July 2008, during which it was still childishly named “My World of Chaos”. So deep, man.

Since I’m not doing anything spectacular this year, I’m going to tell you about my ALSTAR event last Friday. In case you didn’t know, ALSTAR, aka A Level Student Ambassadors is a society I joined two weeks ago and being randomly thrown into groups, we had to organise and event at college and my group (dubbed The Voice by, well, ourselves) decided to organise a gaming event called Minute to Win It. Now, I don’t know if any of you have ever heard it, but it’s based off a TV reality game show where one has to complete a particular challenge -which may seem easy at first but is actually deviously diabolical- in 60 seconds. Some of the games include stacking 30 cups using alternating hands, shaking ping pong balls out of an empty tissue box tied around your waist- simple games that only involve simple household items but not as simple as it looks like.

The previous night, I had a nightmare in which our event turned out to be a flop and everyone started crying. Luckily, that didn’t happen. In fact, it turned out pretty well! I had a lot of fun, and I hope everyone else did too. So that was the highlight of the day, if not the entire week.

And that is all for now, folks! As I am typing this, the royal baby is going to pop out any moment. Keep that in mind.