*squeals*

Click the two new pages on my right sidebar: `identity gallery and ` michelle, unscripted.

THANKS A MILLION. IMMA REPAY YOU GUYS WITH CUISINES.

❤

Oh, God. I’m getting mad by repeating my own tags. XD

1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
Again Again -Lady Gaga
(“…and again, please repeat the question?” (: )

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Death Wish -My Chemical Romance
(Ow. Harsh.)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Check Yes Juliet -We The Kings
(Check. YES! (: )

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Boys Boys Boys -Lady Gaga
(Um. En. Oh. NO.)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Love Story -Taylor Swift
(Pretty sentimental much?)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Where Is The Love -Black Eyed Peas
( I’m here!! (:)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
The Little Things -Colbie Caillat
(That too. (: )

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Gotta Find You -Joe Jonas
(I’ve already found her. <3)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Decode -Paramore
(My thoughts you can’t decode? )

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Pieces Of Me -Ashlee Simpson
(I’m torn?)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Beauty In Walking Away -Marie Digby
(I kinda agree with the ‘Beauty’, not the ‘Walking Away’ part.)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Miss Independent -Kelly Clarkson
(I’m not bi!  )

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
So Yesterday -Hilary Duff
(Harsh! (: )

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Right Here, Right Now -HSM
(Appropriate much. )

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Big Girls Don’t Cry -Fergie
(Don’y cry at my funeral. Serious.)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Overrated -Ashley Tisdale
(How is reading overrated in Malaysia?)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Ever Ever After- Jordan Pruitt
(I believe in ‘Happily Ever After’? I don’t. )

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Shut Up And Drive -Rihanna
(Haha. Friends ain’t no chaffeurs.)

WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Do It -Nelly Furtado
(Dunno?)

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Realize -Colbie Caillat
(When I realize I’m…bi? *shudder*  )

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
I Got Nerve -Hannah Montana
(I don’t regret that.)

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Fifteen -Taylor Swift
(Being fifteen makes me CRY.)

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Piece Of Your Heart -Natasha Bedingfield
(Lol.)

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
No Time For Tears -Ashlee Simpson
(Yeah, so you better get married. NOW.)

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Murder -Ashlee Simpson
(True!)

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Fly On The Wall -Miley Cyrus
(I hate flies.)

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Chariot -Gavin DeGraw
(??)

WHAT WILL YOU RE-POST THIS AS?
You And Me -Lifehouse

By Sarah!

1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
If You Seek Amy -Britney Spears
(Who’s Amy? o.O )

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
With You -Chris Brown
(Haha. Awh. Romantic, mmyeah?)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
I Don’t Have To Try -Avril Lavigne
(Hellz yeah. )

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
My BFF -Paris Hilton
(Um. My best friend’s my life. Yup.)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Play That Funky Music -Adam Lambert
(WHOAZ YEAH!! )

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Walk Away -Kelly Clarkson
( WHY??)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Time’s Up -Ashley Tisdale
(Couldn’t be any truer.)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
We Cry -The Script
(We cry togetha. BFFs foreva.)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Ice Cream Freeze -Hannah Montana
(Um. You’re sweet like ice-cream? )

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
I Caught Myself -Paramore
(Hm. Pretty much.)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Homeless -Leona Lewis
(Jeesh. Definitely not!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Please Don’t Leave Me -Pink
(I’m so perverse.  )

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Crazier -Taylor Swift
(Really? Gosh.)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Voice On The Radio -Marie Digby
(I love that song! <3)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Behind These Hazel Eyes -Kelly Clarkson
(A pop song at my funeral? Beats me.)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Come Back To Me -Vanessa Hudgens
(Play the boomerang, perhaps?)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
My Heart -Paramore
(True. )

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Start of Something New -HSM
(Tee hee.)

WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Dirty Little Secret -The All-American Rejects
(Shh. It’s a secret.)

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Hold On -Jonas Brothers
(Guess I don’t wanna die after all.  )

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Famous Last Words -My Chemical Romance
(LAWL. )

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Rumors -Lindsay Lohan
(Definitely doesn’t.)

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Hasta La Vista -Camp Rock
(I hate goodbyes.)

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Anything -Jojo
(Yeah, I’ll just follow whatever life thrusts at me.)

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Paint Me In Your Sunshine -Marie Digby
(Most definitely not!)

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Trouble Is A Friend -Lenka
(I love Trouble.)

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
I Am Me -Ashlee Simpson
(Probably right.)

WHAT WILL YOU RE-POST THIS AS?
Disco Heaven -Lady Gaga

YOU’RE TAGGED!

1. Sasha
2. Rachel
3. Daniel
4. Laila
5. Neinei
6. Ching Jou
7. Chrissy
8. Yi Hong
9. 2 ESS!! (:
10. ME AGAIN! (I ❤ this tag.)

GOOD LUCK!

…that the end of the world is coming.

Okay, I’m not depressed -maybe a teeny bit, though- and I’m certainly not a psychic, but Earth’s mad at us right now, so you can’t say she’s not thinking about payback time. Who knows? Maybe Martians are on her speed dial, and she’s ready to call them anytime now to invade our beautiful, precious little Earth and send us to out doomsday.

There’s no guarantee.

Let’s count, shall we?

Perhaps we can go way back till year 2004, when the term ‘Tsunami’ was known to the citizens of Malaysia. We were stunned -and fascinated, too- when a layer of white substance was seen above the sea surface. Of course, everyone started to fish out their cameras and snap away, except for a few experienced tourists who were wise enough to sprint from the spot at the sight of the tidal wave. Whoop-de-da, in the end, quite a few drowned in the waves and Malaysians were no longer safe and sound from natural disasters.

Then there was this flood at my suburb, say…three years ago? Can’t quite remember. Anyway, it happened all so fast, and we only had about three hours to pack everything before the water came. Mum and Dad moved all the furniture up the stairs and we drove -through the water, yep- to my uncle’s house to stay for approximately a week before the water subsided. It was December then. My school was flooded too, in the classrooms, everything. Luckily, when we went home, not a single drop of liquid reached the threshold and my parents had to move everything back again.

So yeah, I’m quite an ignorant person, so I’m not wholly aware of anything else on the news for the past few years, until 2008, when an earthquake broke out in Sichuan, China. God, it was terrible. Everyday, news about the disaster would play on the tv screen, a gruesome sight.

Oh, and now we press the fast forward  button.

To this year. First, there’s the earthquake and Padang. The whole place looked exactly like a dump. And they simply had to print out pictures of crying -and bloody- babies on the front page of The Star. Jeez. Then, whoop-de-do, the earthquake brought Tsunami to Samoa. Poor island. Well, you know what Tsunamis are like. Si Em said there was even a second Tsunami at the island. Again, poor Samoa.

Travelling north, we reach at the Phillipines, where they meet Typhoon Kesna -or something like that, anyway- and there was a terrible flood that claimed the lives of many. Typhoon Parma hit the country last night, and I can’t even imagine what will happen to the Filipinos.

A friend of mine said that we’re all going to die in 2012. Seriously, I’m only Form 5! SPM and world apocalypse. Perhaps I would opt for the latter. At least I don’t have to squeeze my brain to achieve that.

Unpretty -TLC

I wish i could tie you up in my shoes
Make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful
But what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who’s inside there
The one with the long hair
Same old me again today (yeah)

My outsides are cool
My insides are blue
Every time I think i’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But its all the same
At the end of the day
I have my self to blame
I’m just trippin

You can buy your hair if it won’t grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up
that M.AC. can make
But if you can’t look inside you
Find out who am I too
Be in a position to make me feel
So damn unpretty
I’ll make you feel unpretty too

Never insecure until I met you
Now I’m bein stupid
I used to be so cute to me
Just a little bit skinny
Why do I look to all these things
To keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you
And then i’ll get back to me (hey)

My outsides looks cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
Keep on trippin

You can buy your hair if it won’t grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up
that M.A.C can make
But if you can look inside you
Find out who am I too
Be in a position to make me feel
So damn unpretty

Bird of the Summer -A Fine Frenzy

You came with the season, as the first swallow sang
A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name

We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow my feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home dooodoodoo

My cheeks red like fire engines racing straight to the heat of your skin and I know our days are numbered, early bird of the summer you’ll fly south just as the fall begins

The leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled
My coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill dooo

You sent me a postcard from a town out of state, I wish it were warmer and I hope you’re the same doopdoodoo

The fields where we wandered were golden
Now only muddy my boots and I know I should recover, you’re a bird of the summer, I was wrong to try and capture you

Flight
Flight

Gone is the pale hand of winter
Here is the first flush of may

And soon I will discover whether birds of the summer fly in circles or just fly away

Avalanche -Marie Digby

[Verse 1]
Since when do you come around?
And the temperature’s changed, nothing’s the same
Left me, in yesterday;
You don’t see me that way, touch me that way, no more..
When you get so cold, I’m not sure just how much longer I can hold..

[Pre-Chorus]
You got me standing at the bottom of this mountain that we’ve made (mountain that we’ve made)
And the ground is shaking from all of our mistakes (all of our mistakes)
But there’s no one, but then the ice is in our way
It’s a matter of time,
We can rewind

[Chorus]
If only you knew,
Why my heart is through for you
I’m tryna break through,
Don’t you think it’s worth the chance?
Let’s leave the past, is that too much to ask?
And where do we stand? (Where do we stand?)

Can we pull through this avalanche? (avalanche, avalanche, oh, this avalanche, avalanche, avalanche)
Can we pull through this avalanche? (avalanche, avalanche, yeah, this avalanche, avalanche, avalanche, ooooh)

[Verse 2]
We see what’s up ahead
Why do we stay?
Watching us fading
Trapped in by regret
There’s no way out, and there’s no way in, no
And it’s so cold, I’m not sure just how much longer I can hold

[Pre-Chorus]
You got me standing at the bottom of this mountain that we’ve made (mountain that we’ve made)
And the ground is shakin’, from all of our mistakes (all of our mistakes)
But there’s no one, but then the ice is in our way
It’s a matter of time, we can rewind

[Chorus]
If only you knew,
Why my heart is through for you
I’m tryna break through,
Don’t you think it’s worth the chance?
Let’s leave the past,
Is that too much to ask?
And where do we stand? (Where do we stand?)

Can we pull through this avalanche? (avalanche, avalanche, oh, this avalanche, avalanche, avalanche)
Can we pull through this avalanche? (avalanche, avalanche, yeah, this avalanche, avalanche, avalanche, ooooh)

[Brigde]
The bond is breaking and it’s taking over my spirit (quickly, quickly)
Something’s shifted, have we drifted too far apart now?

[Chorus]
If you, oh,
If only you knew,
Why my heart is through for you
I’m tryna break through,
Don’t you think it’s worth the chance?
Let’s lead the past,
Is that too much to ask?
And where do we stand? (Where do we stand?)

Can we pull through this avalanche? (avalanche, avalanche, oh, this avalanche, avalanche, avalanche)
Can we pull through this avalanche? (avalanche, avalanche, yeah, this avalanche, avalanche, avalanche, ooooh)
Avalanche

Look at the man
with the smile on his face
Looks like he’s always feelin’ good
Sometimes
you might want to take his place
and sometimes
I think that you would

You guys know me. How am I? An angel?
Naughty, perhaps? Quiet, peaceful?
I’ve always seen myself as loud and noisy,
otherwise cheerful and bubbly.
Things were fine back then.

When the sun is goin’ down
and there is no place to hide
Even in the brightest light
you might lean toward
the darker side

Thing is, what’s the matter with the world
these days? Full of death, violence,
nightmares, traumas that happily tear
away the facade of belonging and happiness
I possess. They come a-running,
crushing you flat in the process,
pilfering all your bliss, turning them
into hatred and anger.

Look at the people,
they learn how to lie so easy
They learn how to lie to get
what they need
and after they got
what they needed
It turns into
a simple case of greed

When you’ve seen so much, it’s hard to
be the innocent child you were then.
Happy days, all gone.
Delightful surprises, zilch.
Casual pleasures, void.
This is what my world has become.

When they no longer feel ashamed
and they’ve lost all sense of pride
Misery loves company
and it’s lonely
on the darker side

The new blog changes is pretty
much self explanatory.
We fly high, and end up
on the ground eventually.

And when the party is over
and the music has died
You’ll be dancin’ to the music, baby
somewhere on the darker side

We all belong to the dark side.
The evil, the cruel, the merciless.
We all have them in us,
what differs is their quantity in us.
How bad are you?
How evil are you?
How ruthless are you?

Somewhere on the darker side

We’re all villians, anyway.
Why hide?

Based on a true story. 

I was having a horrifying nightmare that made me toss and turn in my bed –until the sudden knock of my forehead against the concrete wall beside my bed interrupted it. Realising I was perspiring profusely and soaking my pyjamas in sweat, I wiped away the beads of perspiration from my forehead and sat up on my bed, heaving a loud sigh. Despite the faint, throbbing ache that started to sprout from the spot where I knocked my head, I was incredibly relieved that the abrupt bang against the wall woke me up from my grotesque nightmare that somehow involved Photobucket rejecting my membership. Chiding myself for being addicted to the computer, I fell back into a dazed sleep, but not without a faint ringing sound of a telephone echoing in the dim corners of my mind.    

Thinking that the peculiar sound was a result of hitting my head against the wall or having a dream about massacres, I ignored the niggling and annoying din and allowed my lids to cover my eyes, sending me back to dreamland, where, I hoped, carnages would be replaced by balloons and candies. 

The mental telephone stopped ringing eventually, and I felt myself fall into a calm rest. Then, just as soon as it halted, the sound returned again, only this time, it was making itself heard by the familiar ding dong of a doorbell. Frowning, I switched on the lamp on my bedside table and peered at my digital clock, which showed three glowing red digits: 6.00a.m.

A question mark rose in my head. Why would anyone want to find us in such wee hours of the morning? Following in the wake of that scepticism is the dawn of realisation that something terrible is waiting just downstairs, because if someone were to come over so early in the morning, it would only be a) a burglar b) someone coming to tell us something urgent, which is also something drastic to earn our attention even with our eyes closed. Groggily, I called for my Dad -oh yeah, I’m sharing a room with my parents. Coward me.- saying there was someone at the door, but not without a returning unbelieving glance.

I heard Dad open the door and two familiar voices echoing in the living room. With a jolt, I realised it was Uncle Garrett and his wife. Mum got up too, and so I followed suit, curiosity getting the better of me. I followed Mum out of the room, staggering a little from fatigue. Before I had the chance to trascend down the stairs, Mum stopped me, which added the weight to my apprehension and curiosity. Too tired to argue, I obeyed, but instead of going back into the room, I stayed at my initial spot and eavesdropped.

Okay, I know that was dishonest of me, but it was family matters, and mind you, I was part of it.

Frozen on the spot and careful not to make any noise at all, I heard Uncle Garrett speaking in hush tones, and what he said sent a pang into my gut and a dizzy whirl of terror across my brain. “Sam’s charged for doing drugs.” Uncle Sam was a drug addict, which perhaps wasn’t very surprising after all considering his bad rep among Mum’s siblings, but the idea of someone getting sent to lockup was terrifying. Mum was asking for all the gory details, and realising that I couldn’t continue hearing anymore, I sneaked back into the room and laid there, whirring in and out of slumber as a thousand contradictions wavered in my mind. I noticed Mum entering but apparently the thought wasn’t fully registered in my brain.

Thirty minutes whizzed past, but it felt like years, an illusion caused by the turmoil I was experiencing. Soon, it was time for school. “Melanie, up.” I obeyed and got up, changed into my uniform and proceeded to school, the setting so familiar that it was almost impossible to imagine that something horrible just happened half an hour ago. Right then, everything seemed so surreal.

It wasn’t right.

It wasn’t right.

I alighted from the car and entered the school building, greeting my friends Cecily and Audra as I passed them.

It wasn’t right.

That statement was confirmed in my mind, and forever will be imprinted in there, a painful memory that will claim my happiness forever. I responded with an equally simple sentence.

Everything won’t be alright.

Written by: Michelle Teoh
Text Copyright (c)

Seems like the world is full of surprises nowadays, huh?

What a sucker. That totally deflated Taylor Swift and she was sooo humiliated! Okay, fine, we get it that Beyonce’s cool and blah blah, but it was Taylor’s first Moon Man, okay? You don’t get Golden Moon Mans everyday -well, maybe you do, Kanye, but apparently Taylor doesn’t- and you had to spoil her moment of glory on stage. Where the hell areyour stupid manners? Seriously, I am gonna hate your music after this. And your unsincere apology on Twitter DOES NOT COUNT. Speak directly like a man, won’t ya?

Jeesh. Celebs these days.

p/s. OHEMGEE. Taylor Lautner -the male Taylor- is hosting. I am hyperventilating.

Click Yahoo , Entertainment Weekly and EW: Kanye Apologises  for more information on the VMAs.

Bee tee double yew, apology not accepted on behalf of Taylor’s big, BIG fan.

IT’S THE OFFICIAL TRAILER!

Watch it and tell me you fainted. Because I did. 😀

-Props to Chrisseh for the trailer news. Luff yew.-

Starring:

Chace Crawford (Mr C), Ashley Greene (Miss Ash), Michelle Teoh (Miss Mayo)

Hey everyone, it’s Gossip Girl here. In the busy town of Manhattan, we catch a glimpse of some of our favourite personages in town, grabbing a cup of latte, window shopping, or *le gasp* caught in the act, smooching all over the place.

Fine day, indeed. We spot a couple heading out from the Teen Choice Awards, linked. It’s Mr C and Miss Ash! Who knew the two of them were so tight knit, huh? We hide in a corner, sending our ‘secret agent’ Mel to take a peek into Miss Ash’s limo.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the street, we sense Miss Mayo walking down the pavement, soda in hand, humming into her iPod. Her Miss Whatever boots were making a tinkling noise on the cemented path as she stepped into the street where Miss Ash’s limo was parked. Her brows raising just a notch, she peered a little into the back seat, and got the shock of her life.

Needless to say, who doesn’t know M’s crush towards C for decades? Tsk, tsk. Naughty boy, Mr C. Raged, M lets out a suppressed shriek and tosses her cup of soda at A’s window. Calm down, girl. Looks like things are getting wild as C climbs out of the back seat to console the know hysteric M, while A stares at the scenario in surprise. Our agent did her homework, too. Mel says she caught a few words like, “betray” and “fooling around” from M’s mouth, while C tries to shut her up. Thanks, Mel. Looks like the photo we snapped will be floating around in cyberworld for some time.

Might as well proceed to what the tabloids have to say. Oh, psh, anti-tabloids, I have more juicy news for you guys. Seems like M’s interruption on C and A’s smooching section wasn’t enough to destroy the bond between them. Weeks later, we found the duo holding hands emerging from Napolean’s Cafe just around the corner. Platonic friends? I don’t think so. Later, we caught M in a terrible mood coming out from Dunkin’ Donuts. Better watch the sugar, girl. Don’t gain heartbroken-weight.

Especially for you guys out there, Gossip Girl promises to give the juiciest and latest news on this love triangle, and snapshots too, courtesy of our brilliant Mel. Ciao.

XOXO
Gossip Girl

The clock on your wall chimes twelve times. It is twelve midnight, and your surroundings are pitch black. You hear the sound of a revved motor right outside your gate and stiffen, chills running up and down your spine, your hair standing on its ends. Who is it? What is it? What is it doing at your house? Frightened, you suddenly fear everything around you. Even the tiniest noise send shivers along your skin. You do not want to stay here in the dark, and you do not want to know who is outside, either, but you have no choice. Trembling, you inch towards the brown mahogany door and pry it open silently. A dark silhouette was straddled on a noisy motorbike, apparently waiting for you. You creep towards the said figure, scared, and try to get a glimpse of his face, but the darkness prevent you from doing so. The man hand you a large brown envelope and speed off without a word. You hurry indoors and bolt all the doors, before bringing the envelope to light. The light is dim, but you can just make out the words:

Michelle Teoh Zi Yan
No. 1, Seaview Apartment,
05000 Forks,
USA. **

You realise with an apprehensive jolt that somebody knows exactly where you live. Your fingers tremble as you fumble for the envelope flap. You brace yourself for the worse as you extracted its contents…

TA-DA!

How was my story-writing, eh? Pretty cool, don’t you think? :p So yeah, I got a Certificate Of Merit, along with bookmarks, keychains and a coaster from Flame Of The Forest for submitting a Mr Midnight story. It’s in Mr Midnight #42. Read it.

Oh, and by the way, this arrived for me a couple of weeks before:

Dear Michelle,

YOU’VE BEEN AWARDED A MR MIDNIGHT CERTIFICATE OF MERIT!

We are pleased to inform you that you have been awarded a MM Ccertificate oof Merit for your winning entries in Mr Midnight Book 42.

You are invited to meet the author, Mr James Lee, at POPULAR Bookfest @ Malaysia 2009, KLCC.

James Lee will be at Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre, The Reading Room, Hall 5 on:
1) 22 Aug 09 (Sat): 12-3pm
2) 23 Aug 09 (Sun): 11am-2pm

If you do attend, Mr James Lee will present you the certificate as well as a gift. Please bring along this letter to collect your certificate.

Come one hour earlier, i.e. on 22 Aug 09 at 11.oo am OR 23 Aug 09 at 10.00am. Meet the MM Team at Hall 5, booth outside The Reading Room.

However, if you are unable to attend one of the two events above, you can mail us a duplicate of this letter requesting for the certificate to be mailed.

My best wishes,
Sarah Chia
MM Team Manager

And because I couldn’t turn up for the event, I asked Sarah to mail me my cert.

I love you guys! ❤

**Address changed to protect privacy. XP

You are now looking at an official Violin Fifth Grader. Be proud.

Yes, I got my results last Saturday, and sad to say, I passed by a mere 10 marks. No merit, no distinction, but still. I didn’t fail. My teacher said I did OK, as most students got 100++ whilst I got 110. No need to brag, I can see that, but I’m contented, at the very least.

The examiner, Malcolm Goldring’s writing on his comment slip was absolutely horrible and I couldn’t make out most of what he had written, but I strained my eyes enough to understand that he was mainly criticizing about my tonic rhythm or something like that, and the dynamics. Well, at least he said my intonation was good, and his conclusion was ‘You played a secure pass-well done’, and that alone was actually enough to boost my spirits for the day.

Though I don’t think Grade 5 is going to be a piece of cake. -sigh-

Mayo -smug- out.

So, guess what? I went to Borders @ Queensbay Mall yesterday? Happy, right?

WRONG. Psh.

Because I didn’t get the books I want. Thanks, Mum.

So I was sulking the whole time at the Mall, trying really hard to control the influx of tears and convulsion of sobbing as my parents shopped the whole time.

Until….I bought myself a Top Ten ice-cream.

The creamy, chocolatey flavour proceeded to melt in my mouth and rolled down my tongue, alerting all my system sensors and boosting up my mood. My sulking frown vanished in an instant, replaced by a thin line that suggested I was over the previous grudge.

Then guess what we had for dinner?

SUSHI KING.

You cannot guess how many plates of Unagi I had. And Chawan Mushi. They just came on like pouring rain and I was bliss. It completely eliminated all of my worries and solemn.

Though that doesn’t mean I have forgotten about not getting my books. -pout- I mean, Mum wanted me to buy an RM39 dress instead of an RM35 book. Oh well. The downs of life.

Mayo out.

By Daniel!

Dear `Whoever’,
I don’t really know how to tell you this, (the mafia wants you). I think I realized it (when you put cuffs on me)(with George Bush and Stephen Harper) and I saw you (sit on)(your ‘My Little Pony’ collection). I’m sure you’re (masochistic) enough to understand (that you need a sex-change). I’m returning your (cut toenails) to you, but I’ll keep (your eye glass) as a memory. You should also know that I (never will forget that night) and (I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo).
(Best of luck on the sex change),
Michelle

~**~

Here’s how you do it:
Dear (someone you recently talked to), I don’t really know how to tell you this,(1). I think I realized it (2)(3) and I saw you (4)(5). I’m sure you’re (6) enough to understand (7). I’m returning your (8) to you, but I’ll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).
(12),
(Your name)

1) What’s the color of your shirt?
Blue – I’m in love with your cat
Red – Our affair is over
White – I’m joining the Convent
Black -Our romance is over
Green- Our socks don’t match
Grey – You’re a leprechaun
Yellow – I’m selling myself for candy
Pink – Your nostrils are insulting
Brown – The mafia wants you
No shirt – Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you
Other -I dislike your eyelashes

2) Which is your birth month?
January – That night you picked your nose
February -When I quoted Forrest Gump
March – When your dwarf bit me
April – When I tripped on peanut butter
May – When I threw up in your sock drawer
June – When you put cuffs on me
July – When I saw the purple monkey
August – When you smacked my ass
September – Last year when you peed your pants
October – When we skinny dipped in the bathtub
November – When your dog humped my leg
December – When I finally changed my underwear

3) Which food do you prefer?
Tacos – When we skinny dipped in the bathtub
Chicken- In your car
asta – Outside of your office
Hamburgers – Under the bus
Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner
Lasagna – In your closet
Kebab – With Jean Chrétien
Fish – In a clown suit
Sandwiches – At the Elton John concert
Pizza – At the mental hospital
Hot dog – Under a street light
Other – With George Bush and Stephen Harper

4) What’s the color of your socks?
Yellow – Ignore
Red – Put whipped cream on
Black – Hit on
Blue – Knock out
Purple – Pour syrup on
White – Carve your initials into
Grey – Pull the clothes off
Brown – bit of
Orange – Castrate
Pink – Pull the pants off of
Barefoot – Sit on
Other – Drive over

5) What’s the color of your underwear?
Black – My boyfriend
White – My father
Grey – The Catholic Priest
Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie
Purple – My corned beef hash
Red – My knee caps
Blue – My salt-beef bucket
Yellow – My illegitimate child in Ghana
Orange – My Blink 182 cd
Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection
Other –The elephant in the corner

6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?
One Tree Hill – Senile
Heroes- Frostbitten
Lost – High
Simpsons- Cowardly
The news – Scarred
American Idol – Masochistic
Family Guy – Open
Top Model – Middle-class
Other -shamed

7) Your mood right now?
Happy – How awful you are
Sad – How boring you are
Bored – That I get turned on only by garbage men
Angry – That your smell makes me vomit
Depressed – That we’re related
Excited – That I may pee my pants
Nervous – The middle-east is planning their revenge on you
Worried – That your Ford sucks
Apathetic – That you need a sex-change
Silly – That I’m allergic to your earlobes
Cuddly – That Santa doesn’t exist
Ashamed – That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid
Other – That your driving sucks

8) What’s the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White – Your toe ring
Yellow – Your love letters to me
Red – The pictures from Vegas Black – Your pet rock
Blue – The couch cushions
Green – Your car
Orange – Your false teeth
Brown – Your nose hair clippers
Grey – Our matching snoopy underwear
Purple – Your old New Kids on the Block blanket
Pink – The cut toenails
Other – Your Hannah Montana underwear

9) The first letter of your first name?
A/B – My virginity
C/D – Your photo with the mustache drawn on it
E/F – Your neighbors dog
G/H – The oil tank from your car
I/J – Your left ear
K/L – The results of that blood-sample
M/N – Your glass eye
O/P – My common sense
Q/R – Your mom
S/T – Your collection of butterflies
U/V – Your criminal record
W/X – Your sucide note
Y/Z – Your credit cards

10) The last letter in your last name?
A/B – Love your sweet, sweet ass
C/D – Always will remember the pep talks
E/F -Never will forget that night
G/H – Will not tell the authorities that you stole the whale from the backyard.
I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly
K/L – Hate your cooking
M/N – Told in my confession today about the moose poaching
O/P – Told my psychiatrist about the bruises
Q/R – Always wanted to break your legs
S/T – Get sick when I think of your feet
U/V – Will try to forget that you broke my heart
W/X – Haven’t showered in a month
Y/Z – am better off without you

11) What do you prefer to drink?
Wine- Our friendship is ruined
Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon
Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo
Milk – The apartment building is on fire
Water – I’m scratching my butt as you read this
Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice
Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war
Mineral/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked
Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird
Whiskey – I love Oprah Winfrey
Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine
Other – you should stop picking your nose

12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand – Warm tingly sensations
Australia – Best of luck on the sex change
France – Love always
Spain – With tears of sadness
China – You make me sick
Germany – Please don’t hurt me Japan – Go milk a cow
Greece – Your everlasting enemy
USA – Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt – Kiss my butt
England – Go drown yourself

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