Category: Life’s Little Tidbits

Apparently, life is like Pringles or Coke when I’m happy and Hacks when I’m sad.

Note #1

This is a tiny post to remind you people of a certain form I’ve posted previously. (A few changes have been made to the form for those of you who do not wish to make yourself known so yeah, now you’re allowed to submit the form anonymously.) I feel very unloved that only three lonely messages are sitting in my feedback inbox. Nah, just kidding. But seriously though. I’d love to hear from my blog audience. So yes I’m definitely going to get hate for this narcissistic behaviour, but I’d risk the hate mail to get this through to you one more time.

Second thing I’m going to point out in this post, is that I’ve finally got a new story up at my writing blog, amichelledproduction after having abandoned it for a year or so, and here is the link to the story. It’s not stellar or anything, but it’d be great if you could check it out. At least click the link so I’m consoled by the rise in the number of views…okay, the vanity stops here. I’m definitely going to get more hate for my doubled narcissism. Well, bring it on!

To My Readers

Throughout the whole three years I’ve been writing in this blog, I realised that I’ve never really had any form of feedback from my readers, except for the rare comments on a certain topic I blogged about, which is, well, rare.

So, I’d love some feedback!

Here’s what you can do to satisfy my desire: fill up the form below with anything, anything at all you want or have to say about my blog. Eg. How long have you followed my blog, where did you find it, what do you look forward to whenever you click on the link to this blog, what do you want to see more of (or less of) in this blog, do you have a strong love or absolute hatred for it, hate mail, fan mail, snail mail, a real snail, rabbits, platypuses, coffee, ducks.

I was kidding about the last part.

← Back

Thank you for your response. ✨

Fill it up, up, up!

PS. Screw it. I’ll write the Deathly Hallows Review whenever I want. Why do I even care about you people? It’s my blog.

Loljk.

SASBAND Colours: Purple & White


So, sorry guys I’ve been missing in action for two days.

You see, I was sick.

…with SASBAND Fever!

Lame Ryan-Higa-imitation aside, yes, I had my braces changed today and yes, I changed it to purple/white because of the SASBAND fever in the air.

“Whaa? What’s ‘SASBAND’?”

SASBAND is also known as Sultanah Asma School Marching Band, my school’s band, and recently it’s all the rage in our school ever since their victory in the Zone BandComp and NatComp, earning the Number One title in the whole of Malaysia.

I know I’m not in the band nor have I actually shown much interest in the band before this but I’m just going with the latest trend in school, so.

Nah, it’s not just that. I am mighty proud of the band girls. They’ve already started practising from dawn till night a month before the Zone BandComp. Remember when I had to go to school everyday for the whole two-week holiday in June for drama practice? Not only were the band members in school for the whole two weeks too, they stayed there, and trained from around 7am to late night 11pm. (Probably not accurate but those were the hours I saw them practising in the school’s parking lot.) Then, after winning BandComp, they continued practising again every single day for NatComp. So it would pretty much be a crime if they didn’t win both competitions.

“They’ve already won! So why still the Fever?”

Still the Fever because the competitions don’t end there! WorldComp is next week, and that’s what most people can talk about in school nowadays. Despite the fact that I didn’t follow the 11 buses to KL to support SASBAND in NatComp and also despite the fact that I won’t be able to support them in person for WorldComp, I still wanted to show my supportive spirit by changing my braces colours to the band’s official colours. And also wearing my ‘I Heart SASBAND’ T-shirt for today.

Good luck guys! I mean, girls.

PS. YES, I WILL GET TO THE DH REVIEW SOON.

Guess What?

This blog is officially 3 years older than your non-existent baby!

Anyway, what I mean to say is today marks the 3rd anniversary of the birth of Careful Confessions in the cyberworld.

Wait…so should it be an anniversary or a birthday?

Hmmm.

Anyway, I wanted to try something new to “celebrate” this reaching of a milestone so I created a video!

Warning: Watch this lame 4:28 video at your own risk.

PS. And yes, I will get to that Serious Deathly Hallows Review soon.

Another PS. And yes, I know I said “anyway” too much in that video.

Michelle’s Review on HP DH Part II

  • Wow Warner Brothers logo wow this is awesome wow
  • SNAPE
  • Gloomy Hogwarts
  • HARRY, RON AND HERMIONE
  • Bill and Fleur
  • HARRY, RON AND HERMIONE
  • Goblin
  • …what are they talking about
  • *zones out*
  • Harry, Ron and Hermione are still talking to the goblin
  • Spooky goblin face
  • Goblin
  • Old man
  • Very, very old man
  • Something about the Deathly Hallows
  • …still talking
  • …still talking
  • FINALLY LEAVING
  • Ooh suspense music
  • HERMIONE IS BELLATRIX
  • Hermione!Bellatrix has great hair
  • “Good morning.” “Good morning?! You’re Bellatrix Lestrange, not some dewy-eyed schoolgirl!”
  • Deduction: Psycho!Bellatrix > Hermione!Bellatrix
  • Hermione!Bellatrix trips in heels hahahahahahahaha
  • More goblins
  • Oh no oh no oh no they know
  • IMPERIO
  • Oh thank God
  • Ooh coach ride that would be awesome in 3D
  • *drop*
  • Hermione!Bellatrix is Hermione again
  • …in a very revealing costume *cough*
  • Bellatrix’s vault is opened
  • Ron touches something
  • EXPLODE
  • SUSPENSE MUSIC OH GOD WHAT IS THIS RUN HARRY RUN
  • HAAAAAARRRRRRYYYYYYYY 😦
  • Dramatic pause
  • HAAAAAARRRRRRYYYYYYYY 😀
  • RUN HARRY RUN
  • RUN RON RUN
  • RUN HERMIONE RUN
  • Goblin: “I never said anything about getting you out.”
  • Dragon
  • Bad dragon
  • …who turned out to save the day…or just three of them
  • SHIRTLESS DANRAD AND RUPERT
  • Harry: “We must go back to Hogwarts! We must we must we must!”
  • Almost got killed as soon as they reached Hogwarts
  • Saved by Holy-Cow-that-looks-like-Dumbledore!-look-alike
  • Harry: “We must get into Hogwarts! We must we must we must!”
  • Magicked painting and here comes…
  • GODLY HUMAN BEING IN THE SHAPE OF NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM
  • Neville: “SURPRISE!”
  • Everyone: “ZOMGWTFBBQ IT’S HARRI POTTAHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!”
  • Harry: “I need to find something.”
  • Seamus: “What is it?”
  • Harry: “I don’t know.”
  • Dean: “Where is it?”
  • Harry: “I don’t know.”
  • SUDDEN SCHOOL ASSEMBLY
  • WILD SNAPE APPEARS
  • Snape: “WHERE IS HARRI POTTAH?”
  • WILD HARRY APPEARS
  • WILD MINERVA MCGONAGALL APPEARS
  • INTENSE FIGHT !!!
  • FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
  • MINERVA MCGONAGALL THAT BAMF
  • CHAOS IN HOGWARTS
  • Harry finds a ghost
  • Ron and Hermione go for a secret date in the Chamber of Secrets
  • Hermione kills a Horcrux
  • Then
  • …
  • AWKWARD KISS
  • …
  • WILD VOLDEMORT APPEARS WITH 34278932759384759347624869348939432 PEOPLE IN HIS ARMY
  • CLOSE UP SCENE OF VOLDEMORT’S FACE
  • VOLDEMORT
  • VOLDEMORT
  • VOLDEMORT
  • ATTACK !!!
  • Harry and ghost still digging for a sob story
  • Harry finds out where the diadem is !!!
  • Harry runs !!!
  • Harry finds the diadem !!!
  • MALFOY
  • MALFOY
  • MALFOY
  • (Just thought that Malfoy deserved three bulletpoints to himself for no apparent reason)
  • Ron and Hermione finds Harry
  • “THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU NUMPTIES!”
  • FIRE
  • RUN !!!
  • HARRY RESCUES MALFOY AND GOYLE
  • (AWWWW)
  • Harry: “The last horcrux is the snake!”
  • “Oh Voldemort, where art thou?”
  • RANDOM HARRY/GINNY KISS (Because it really was that random)
  • Snape and Voldy!
  • “I must kill you, Severus.”
  •  DON’T CRY
  • *stabs*
  • DON’T FREAKING CRY
  • “Nagini, kill him.”
  • *muffled noises of Snape struggling*
  • CRY
  • “Take my tears.”
  • CRY EVEN MORE
  • Fred, Tonks and Remus’s dead bodies
  • CRY A WHOLE RIVER
  • Harry watches Snape’s memories
  • CRY THE WHOLE WAY THROUGH
  • “I must die.”
  • Lonely walk to the forest
  • Lily, James, Sirius and Remus resurrected
  • “You’ll stay with me?”
  • “Always.”
  • SUSPENSE
  • Voldy: “I thought he would have come…”
  • DRAMTIC PAUSE
  • Harry: “TA-DA!”
  • DRAMATIC PAUSE AGAIN
  • “Harry Potter, the boy who lived…come to DIE.”
  • DRAMATIC PAUSE FOR ABOUT 3.6 MINUTES
  • “AVADA KEDAVRA!”
  • AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • Ooh, wild cute Danrad appears
  • Naked, bloody Voldemort
  • Dumbledore! 😀 😀 😀
  • *insert philosophical paragraphs here*
  • SUSPENSE MUSIC
  • VOLDEMORT
  • “Is he dead?”
  • Narcissa: “Yes.”
  • Voldy and the gang march to Hogwarts
  • “Harry Potter is dead!”
  • VOLDY’S AWKWARD LAUGH
  • VOLDY AND DRACO AWKWARD HUG
  • NEVILLE
  • SWORD
  • SNAKE
  • HARRY– ALIVE!
  • 😀 for everyone
  • 😦 for Voldy
  • FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
  • “NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”
  • WIZARD. LIGHTNING. BATTLE.
  • SNAKE
  • NEVILLE
  • SWORD
  • STRIKE!
  • HEARTBROKEN VOLDY </////3 😥
  • VOLDY’S WAND CHEATS ON HIM FOR HARRY
  • VOLDY DIES IN A VERY STRANGE AND WEIRD WAY
  • HARRY POTTER WINS !!!
  • CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!
  • HUGS AND KISSES (XOXO)
  • Harry, Ron and Hermione take a stroll
  • Harry breaks the Elder Wand
  • Ron & Hermione: *le gasp*
  • Harry: “U mad?”
  • NINETEEN YEARS LATER
  • DEJA VU
  • Old Harry Potter
  • Old Ginny Weasley
  • Three Harry/Ginny look-alikes
  • Old Draco Malfoy and his on-screen wife/off-screen girlfriend
  • Old Hermione Granger
  • Old Ron Weasley
  • Albus Severus Potter (Why couldn’t they just have called him Albus Potter, it’s such a mouthful)
  • Fatherly advice from father to son
  • Old Harry Potter Committee wave goodbye to their kids

  • THE END

(Wow, Michelle, you’re hilarious. And okay, fine, fine, serious review coming up next.)

Err…What’s This?

“Why is it so bright? Why is everything so white?” *gasp* “Michelle, what is this?!”

This is a theme change.

This morning, I woke up to discover a pleasantly surprising sight:

Careful Confessions hits the 30K view mark!

 

And five days away from its 3-year anniversary, too.

So, I decided to celebrate this reaching of a milestone by changing my theme to a new, freshly released one. Manifest was released just last night, and I literally screamed and fangirled over the demo site for a while. It was THE THEME I’ve been waiting for! The exact same font and layout I’ve been pining for! It was as if WordPress decided to release this new theme especially just for me!

Anyway, directions to changed links: as you can see, the right sidebar is gone, but I’ve retained the monthly archive, twitter and blog stats widgets right at the bottom of this page. Links to my other different services can be found in my ‘About the Blogger’ page up there, just underneath the blog title.

As you can also see, there is a sparkly new banner underneath the title as well, proudly graced by half of my face. I still don’t know whether I like it or not, I’ll probably take it off in a week’s time or let it remain there because my face actually looks quite-

HEY LOOK, A PLATYPUS!

The Winter Winds Litter London With Lonely Hearts

NOW PLAYING: WINTER WINDS- MUMFORD & SONS
And my head told my heart, "Let love grow,"
 And my heart told my head, "This time no, this time no."
 

Prelusive warning: This is a past-midnight rambling post and nothing I write should be taken seriously. Not too seriously, anyway.

It’s past midnight. Normally, this wouldn’t mean much to the pre-Form-Four Michelle, since I used to never sleep earlier than midnight. But recently, my sleeping schedule has been through some overhauling and I find myself sleeping at hours so strangely early I surprise even myself, exempli gratia, 10pm.

The worst part is that I wake up feeling even more tired than if I went to bed at past midnight. What about it, slumber system?

Recently, I’ve found it hard to decide on song selections. I would scroll all the way down my iTunes library and feel lost, not knowing who I should listen to. Some Florence, maybe? Or something more adrenaline-inducing like Paramore? Or Sufjan Stevens, who seems to work in every situation? Or maybe I should return to my parents’ era and listen to The Beatles? None of them seemed right, and this made me feel very frustrated.

I don’t know why it did. It was such a trivial matter but I was so stressed out over it.

I finally chose A Fine Frenzy, and ended up weeping.

I blame my clingy-ness and unwillingness to move on. Because it seemed that any kind of slow-rhythmic ballad would automatically send me down the reminiscence road. From then on, I abandoned my iTunes library and iPhone headphones for a week.

Just an hour ago, I stumbled upon Ellie’s blog and her title reminded me of Mumford & Sons. Realising my thirst for music after having abandoned it for a whole week, I braced myself to listen throughout Sigh No More. Quite predictably, the flashbacks returned, and they hurt, but the whole period of one week managed to numb most of the nostalgia so the waterworks didn’t let themselves loose this time. Instead, nostalgia was replaced by a strange sort of calmness…almost wistfulness.

This is sort of sad, to think that I have yet to unclench my stubborn grip on the faded past. Aifa’s going to murder me for this. Nah, of course not, but give me a week’s time. Hopefully I’ll get myself together by then.

Cleanliness for the Country

http://twitter.com/#!/michism/status/89357530056228864

On the 9th of July 2011, we saw change. And boy, was it a change for the better.

On that day, thousands of Malaysians left the safe confines of their homes to fight for a cleaner electoral process under the organisation named ‘Bersih’.

Bersih (also known as The Coalition for Clean and Fair Elections) comprises members from political parties and NGOs. The organisations’s 2.0 version’s calls consist of 8 points:

  1. Clean the electoral roll
  2. Reform postal ballot
  3. Use of indelible ink
  4. Minimum 21 days campaign period
  5. Free and fair access to media
  6. Strengthen public institutions
  7. Stop corruption
  8. Stop dirty politics

Contrary to popular beliefs, Bersih 2.0 isn’t initiated to start riots and stir chaos in Malaysia. No sane citizen of the country would want to jeopardize one’s own country, would they? All we want is to express our opinions in this so-called democratic country, without fearing the possibility of being ISA-ed. (The incredulity of even establishing such an act shows how restricted the citizens are in this country where democracy is the law.) But most importantly, all we want are clean elections. Simple as. No cheating, dirty tactics and bribing. That’s what we want, for the good of the country. So if the motive of this coalition is being opposed by the government itself…what would that mean?

The message is pretty clear and obvious.

Besides, ever heard of ‘nothing to hide, nothing to fear’? If you know what you’re doing is right, you wouldn’t even give a hoot when rivals come marching by. Sense something fishy? Because I do.

The worst part of all of this is how some Malaysians are still ignorant about the truth. How they are still willing to be spoonfed by the ‘upper party’ through social media without taking up the initiative to know more other than what is being printed in newspapers and shown on the television. Malaysians lack exposure to actually differentiate what is right and wrong and look at situations from alternative perspectives. This is the main disease among citizens of this country.

Wake up, people of Malaysia! Don’t be monopolized by leaders with their own agendas. There are always two sides to a coin, and in every situation and circumstance, you should flip it and delve deeper into each side to truly know which side you stand for. It’s time to stop being fed lies and fake promises. It’s time to voice out and stand strongly for what is rightfully ours. Surely that’s the real meaning of democracy?

To the people who bravely marched along the streets of Kuala Lumpur to demand for us Malaysians’ rights and for a cleaner government, hats off to you. The day you took the streets of the city was the day all barriers of race, language and skin tone were demolished. It was the day no one marched as a Malay, Chinese, Indian etc, but as a Malaysian. To the Malaysians all over the world who strongly supported this cause by holding your own demonstrations in your respective countries, I salute you, for remaining true to your roots as genuine patriots.

Now that’s what I call the true spirit of 1Malaysia.

PS. The Bersih supporters took the streets for a peaceful demonstration, until the police turned up to strike with tear gas, water cannons and batons. Now you know who are the real causes of said ‘riots and chaos’.

The Forgotten and Faded

EARLY PRELUDE

The human brain– God’s best and worst creation. Also the most confusing and frustrating organ in the entire human body.

Why? What did my brain do to generate this profound hostility I have towards it?

It dragged me through a very tiring and painful journey; picking up all the little sweet details along the journey of life, making me relive it over and over again, and then proceed to forget everything about it. It’s basically a hit-and-run, reaping everything that was ever beautiful from my memory.

But then I found out it wasn’t just me. Other people’s brains do that to their owners too. This generally applies to the whole human race.

I don’t want to forget. Simple as. I don’t want to forget. Neither do I want other people to forget. Because when people forget, memories fade, and when memories fade, people grow further, and when people grow further, friendships and relationships are sacrificed. In the end, everything falls into miserable piles of ashes, or worse, back to the way it was.

The thing is, how can things go back to the way they were after all that has happened? After all the delightful ups and depressing downs? After all the promises and tight bonds? How is it possible that all these wonderful memories can be forgotten and fade away just like that?

I blame the human brain.

I also blame life, and time. Things have a selfish tendency to move on, never staying put, always generating new ideas, people and experiences. Every day, something new always enters our lives, and they stomp out the old memories, or worse, old friends.

As normal as this seems, I don’t want this to happen. That is why I am still stuck in the first gear, still not moving on, still clinging on to what I hold dearly, because I know if I let go, I will forget everything and everyone, and soon apathy will replace passion and vehemence, and there will be no other way to rescue these precious memories from the solemn depths of my brain.

I want to remember. I want to live to a hundred years old and still remember every single detail of my life, so I will know it hasn’t gone to waste. So that I know my life hasn’t really been as worthless as I’d thought it to be. I want the very same for the people around me.

Here I am, weeping alone in my room over the forgotten and faded. Silly, I know. I need to stop thinking too much.

I Believe In Naturality

nat·u·ral/ˈnaCHərəl/
Adjective: Existing in or caused by nature; not made or caused by humankind. 

 

I believe things, and living creatures are most beautiful when they are natural, untainted and unharmed by the evil deeds of man.

I believe people are at their finest when they are natural, uninfluenced by the assorted parties of the society.

I believe everyone and everything deserves what they are born with, and are beautiful because of that. No one should be ashamed to be who they were born to be. No one should cover their true selves with masks, façades, cosmetics and lies. Be brave to reveal who you really are as a person, because you are you, you are unique and strange and weird in your own way and that’s what makes you such an amazing person, above everyone else.

Lastly, I don’t believe in judgments, because there is only one entity worthy of judging the people of this world, and that is God. No one else should be your judge, not even yourself.

Yet, I am a hypocrite. But that doesn’t mean I’m not trying.

Drama Llama!

I didn’t know what I was putting myself into when I agreed to join this year’s drama competition. Let it be known that I’ve never watched, much less perform in, a drama. Hence, this is where my curiosity stepped in, mentally encouraging my conscience to “try out this shiny new thing!”, and so I did.

Introducing Rebecca Black Team/Team Friday! *

*Why the Rebecca Black-inspired name? BLAME JANNANEE. Because of her random bursts into Friday during practices, which often leads to a group sing-along.

Best director: Sasha Inez

Best drama mates: Aiman/Salami, Leea, Anum, Aina, Lutong, Sangeeta, Trish, Elis, Colleen, Anith, Kak Chah, Kak Massy and Jannanee.

Practice started the same time school holidays did. It went on every day, morning to evening, and although it was exhausting, the fun we had during and after these practices compensated for the vacation I never had during the holidays.

Fast forward the practices (because I’m lacking the creative juices in that department) to the 15th of June, the district-level drama competition, hosted by none other than our school. Some of the schools taking part in said competition were: Convent, KSAH, Keat Hwa, Agama Kedah, Teknik, Al-Bhukary, Sultanah Bahiyah etc. When it was our turn to perform, I had the worst jitters ever and had to beg for sweets from Farah, small bread pieces from Janet and water from Sangeeta because it was a barren wasteland down in the pit of my stomach.

After our performance ended, we took our seats and watched the other schools’ performances.

Aiman’s description of what happened pretty much sums up all of my feelings. “So okay, I watched other schools performed and they were good. And then, Convent came along. Gobsmacked. It was so good I almost cried.” Yes, they were truly so very good and it brought tears to my eyes. I looked around and saw mirrored expressions in the whole hall. And then it was Kolej’s turn and I laughed throughout their performance until my jaws got sore. I know we weren’t that bad and although I’ve been trying to be an ‘Optimism! Optimism!’ person, after watching those two drama performances, I knew all hopes of bagging the champion title was out the window.

I was right. Convent won the competition…but we came in second! And that was already good enough for me. Who cares who wins or loses as long as you have fun, right? Nah, not being a sour grape here. They really did deserve to win, and I had my fun; it was a win-win situation.

To everyone: You guys did great and deserve more than just a pat on your backs! You guys should be mighty proud of yourselves for doing something not everyone has the guts to do.

To the Asma drama team: Thank you guys for being awesome and just being the best drama mates a drama-newbie could ever ask for. And of course, thank you Sasha for being an amazing director, despite what you think of yourself. Managing fourteen rowdy and crazy teenagers must have been a hell of a task. You’re like a supermom. B-)

More photos here.

I’d imagined this post to be more interesting than it is, but it’s almost midnight and I have an assignment left to procrastinate over so, sorry.

Dear Friend

Sometimes, I consider you my best friend. Sometimes I don’t. You know why? Because you bring me joy and pain. And also boredom. Although the confusing thing about you is that when I’m happy around you, I’m happy to the degree of ecstasy; and when I’m sad around you, I’m sad to the degree of devastation. This is why sometimes I don’t consider you my best friend. Because best friends don’t do that. Heck, friends don’t do that. So I beg of you, please, please make up your mind if you want to make me happy or sad. Not both. I cannot handle the confusion if you juggle both.

This is how I outline our friendship: whenever you come around, I always feel so excited and happy towards your arrival, and I always think up of many, many plans to spend with you when the time comes. But somehow, I don’t know how, these plans always never work. Because of you. Don’t ask me why, ask yourself. You’re the cause of all these problems. And so with the failure of these plans, comes distaste and weariness. You wear me out, to the extent that I wished you were never born. Finally, comes the worse stage of all: your departure. You always leave at the wrong times, at the worst times. You don’t give a rat’s ass, do you, always leaving me like that without even thinking of the dire consequences your horrible actions inflict upon me? You call yourself a friend? Yes, you do exhaust and bore me sometimes but I thought you were my friend! Once again, let me repeat, friends don’t do that. So now you’re going to leave me all alone, in this barren, abominable land again?

The sad thing of this all is, despite the countless times you have hurt me (more than the times you have made me happy, in fact) I still turn to you. I still anticipate your arrival every single time. And I wait myself silly like a naive little child, even though I know you’re always going to leave me in the end. Yes, these wounds are self-inflicted, but you still don’t give a rat’s ass, do you?

Goodbye, holidays.

Not that sincerely,
Michelle.