Okay, first off, let me get this out of the way by admitting that no, I do not know how to play the guitar despite the fact that I own one. I guess my owning of this badge is justified by the fact that when I was 15, shortly after PMR ended for me, my uncle (who is so musically gifted in every way that he taught himself to play the guitar and piano through online courses only and is currently part of a band) gave me one of his guitars as a present and so I started to learn how to play the guitar through tutorials on YouTube.
My motivation only lasted for a day.
Not even gonna lie, I was so enthusiastic at first, and the first song that I chose to learn on YouTube was Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day and it went horribly. In the end, I got nothing out of it and tried another tutorial of Pressure by Paramore. I obtained the same results and proceeded to give up, all of this within an hour or so. I feel like I’m turning into Dan Howell because what all my readers should do is list down the things I do and never do them. Perseverance and determination, what’s that???
But to justify by laziness and lack of motivation, my guitar is a classical guitar and thus doesn’t sound the same as an acoustic guitar which most people use to play with but excuses excuses excuses.
And that is the story of how I got this badge (alternatively known as HIGTB) (if you know what I’m referencing).
Oh hey it’s that part of the night where Michelle gets incredibly sentimental bet you didn’t see that coming!
But anyway don’t you just love indie, obscure bands/artists that become mainstream in one night due to one single (other examples include fun., Ellie Goulding, Marina and the Diamonds) but The Lumineers are great and this song speaks to my soul I bet you didn’t see that coming either!
I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore. But listen to The Lumineers. Really.
I went to Sungai Petani to interview a 2013 Starstrucker at SMJK Sin Min for The StarEducate pullout. The immediate thought that came to mind when I was contacted to do so was “no” because despite how much I enjoyed my journalism stint at Menara Star in December 2011, it was something I’ve never done before alone. Way out of my comfort zone. But in the end I went anyway, and to be honest, I quite enjoyed myself! I mean, receiving stares and whispers (“I’m going to be in the newspaper!”) everywhere I go definitely put me in the proper journalist mood, plus, my interviewee, Sabrina, was extremely lovely and lovely people are always amazing. The teachers were helpful and supportive and the overall atmosphere filled myself with extreme nostalgia for high school. Passing by classes and hearing the words “optical lenses” and “light rays”, looking at the digital board next to the staff room counting down the days to PMR and SPM, watching students in uniforms holding books and carrying bags; it felt very weird to be an outsider to this kind of stuff especially since I’ve only left school for three months.
Speaking of leaving school, I recently made a vlog concerning my thoughts about the future (and why I’m scared of it):
TL;DW: I’m afraid of becoming someone whom I don’t want to be, and of making the wrong decisions that will affect myself later in life, and of leaving home and depending on myself and just growing up.
While I might not have received any formal education on the French language in school or any institution or academy, I have learnt a thing or two about French through online language courses (ikindalikelanguages.com) and also by downloading the Learn French app onto my phone.
YES I HAVE A FOLDER ON MY PHONE CALLED “INTELLIGENT STUFF” LET’S ALL MOVE ON NOW
For some reason still totally unbeknownst to me, French is my second favourite language next to English, which is kind of ironic because the stereotypical French dislikes the English but for some reason, I’ve always found the French language fascinating and also really elegant and classy (although maybe it really is a “just in movies” kind of thing). I’ve never had the chance to utilise the language in real life so far, but who knows, maybe I’ll end up in France one day? (?????)
I’m still not entirely sure how one gets awarded a Lifescouts badge; do I get the badge once I have successfully and completely acquired a certain skill or do I get the badge as long as it’s something I have done before? In this case, it would be the latter option for me.
Bonjour, je m’appelle Michelle, bonne journée, au revoir!
I think most people who follow my blog would already know my driving story; how I acquired my license and my adventures with Harry Mobile (yes, that is what my car is called and yes, it is named after Harry Styles) but for the sake of this Lifescouts badge, I will sum up my driving experience as well as I can.
I signed up for my license at Ilmu Baru, spent about four months attending talks and lessons and all that until I fixed a date for my JPJ test. I failed it the first time, was a mess because of it, and then later realised how silly I was for overreacting, and passed with flying colours during my second try. I had gotten my car a week before my first JPJ test, so on the day I got my license, I was already starting my Alor Setar exploration adventure. Not that there was anything much to explore in Alor Setar, but still, visiting the places you’ve visited a thousand times felt different when you were the one behind the wheel.
I started driving to school and tuitions then, and after school finished, I was (to quote the fabulous Ben Starling of Paper Towns) the designated driver for my friends on our small town adventures together, and now that I’ve started work, driving to work was now a routine too.
I think my “gila steering” days have completely passed me by, but there’s something very comforting about driving because it gives you a sense of control, and it’s proven to be quite a therapeutic activity.
The only way to read that title is to read it in the tone of Alex Day’s Stupid Stupid song.
Anyway, this post is precisely what the title implies, an update on what has been going on in my life so far. Before you say it, yes YES I know I haven’t updated this blog at all since the start of this year but to be fair, I have been vlogging.
Yeap, that’s right, I got myself a new job (not vlogging) and a new hobby (vlogging) while I was away from the blogosphere.
I was hired by Popular (the franchise at Star Parade) as a cashier and it’s currently my third week working there now. In a nutshell, it started out very intimidating but I slowly made a couple of friends and adapted to the system and safe to say I’m quite possibly enjoying myself there. And now, because I’ve already mentioned the vlogs I’d made for the past few weeks, I will link you to them so I don’t have to elaborate anymore:
And that is all, unfortunately. Halfway through last week I got lazy and went on a vlogging hiatus again. It’s like they say, once you start, you never stop, but when you stop, you stop for real. Yes I made that up.
Moving onto the second part of this post, which is admittedly the main reason why I decided to resume blogging after having procrastinated for so long, which is this: Lifescouts.
Yet again we touch on the topic of Alex Day where he was the one who came up with this fantastic idea:
In case you’re too lazy to watch that video, Lifescouts is basically a project where Alex comes up with various badges of achievements, which, just like boy/girl scouts, you get to claim as your own if you’ve ever accomplished any of the achievements listed on the website, provided you give a backstory to the aforementioned achievement and share it with everyone else. And that’s what I wanted and am going to do here.
When you think of it, the transition to a new year isn’t anything huge at all; after all, tomorrow is just another day. Just like how the end of a Mayan year didn’t bring on the apocalypse.
Nevertheless, it’s an excuse for many to “start over new” and develop into a better person, so in terms of that, many wouldn’t think it “isn’t anything huge at all”.
I spent the entire day of the last day of 2012 with my twin, Beneh and this is how it went: I woke up early today to return my textbooks since my (previous) school opened today. It was a school trip like no other because this time, I was actually reluctant to leave the school compound. Yes, a month after SPM, I’m already missing high school like mad, I bet no one (not even myself) saw this coming. Then, we (plus Qilah) went bowling and spent some time at the arcade centre before having lunch at Spring’s Leaf where we unsuccessfully made two prank calls, followed by a hardcore gaming session at Beneh’s, ending with me being introduced to the confusing animation series that is Adventure Time before I went home. All in all, a pretty splendid adventure to end the year with.
2012 isn’t (present tense because there’s still two and a half hours before it actually ends) the best year I’ve had, in fact it’s by far the most challenging year what with having to face what was perhaps the most important exam of my life coupled with the stress and fears that come with growing up because like it or not, I’m an adult now and it’s exactly like how they say it, when you’re a kid, you can’t wait to be an adult but when you’re an adult, you just want to be a kid again. However, 2012 has also seen many better moments, like falling in love with One Direction (sound effect: audience erupts into laughter), befriending two of my current closest friends, Mei and Sakina, creating what is arguably the best and most nostalgic (senior) year of high school et cetera, and for that, I am very thankful.
As we usher the new year in, I’ve decided to also use 2013 as an excuse to start over new, think good thoughts, be stronger and braver and generally become a better person.
I never thought the day would come when YouTube, yes YouTube, that dangerous ad-filled video uploading website full of things I don’t want or need to spend three minutes of my life watching, would be a huge part of my life. That was my initial opinion of YouTube back then, and preferred to frequent websites like Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr etc where I can express opinions instead of listening to other people’s (it was a very narcissistic phase of mine…I think some might understand what I’m putting down here).
And then it started when I found a link to Alex Day’s (nerimon) Alex Reads Twilight video series on his channel, and then I found Charlie McDonnell (charlieissocoolllike), Ryan Higa (nigahiga), John and Hank Green (vlogbrothers), Jack Harries (JacksGap) and many, many other YouTubers who quite frankly, have managed to brighten my day with just a single video multiple times. There’s just something different about watching videos compared to reading blogs and books because besides the much larger impact the visualization element has on you, it’s also like striking a conversation with an interesting online persona and chances are, if you’re as much of an Internet parasite like I am, you will share very similar opinions with aforementioned persona that will send you into fits of laughter as you stare wide-eyed at the screen shouting, “YES YES YES!!!!!!” In the wise words of Dan Howell (danisnotonfire), we are after all, an Internet support group.
Another thing that makes all these YouTubers so enticing (enticing…mmm) is the fact that they are all this huge community of love and friendship. But seriously, some of the friendships made between YouTubers are friendships I can only dream of. And write fanfiction about. I remember when Beneh (my equally YouTuber-enthusiastic companion) and I found out about Jack Harries, and through him found Sam Pepper, and through him found Marcus and Alfie, and then Caspar, Zoella, BriBry and eventually Dan and Phil, who in turn also know Alex and Charlie (and also One Direction [!!!] but let’s not go there) and I SWEAR TO GOD ALL BRITISH YOUTUBERS KNOW ONE ANOTHER!!!!!!!!
Of course, on the other side of the world (in America, to be precise), there’s the YTF group of YouTubers, one of the earliest YouTubers I found and quite frankly, was one of the main reasons how I got so hooked on YouTube. And then of course there are the Green brothers, who created DFTBA and then the whole chain cycle thing commences again.
In a nutshell, everyone I’ve ever known (or rather, watched videos of) on YouTube have built really strong relationships with one another and that, in Tumblr talk, gives me so much feels I can’t even.
More to the main gist of the video above, it’s a shoutout to everyone who has ever wanted to be a YouTuber (or in Benjamin Cook’s words, crazy Internet famous) to go ahead and just do it. Now don’t laugh at me and scream “IT’S JUST A PHASE MICHELLE!!!” but I honestly have thought about it. In fact, several times, Beneh and I have considered doing a joint channel together and I even filmed my day by the lake celebrating Anum, Lela and Leea’s birthday party on my phone but sadly, those videos remain untouched in my phone, justified by my ultimate excuse which is I don’t know how to edit videos, coupled by who’s gonna watch them anyway, they’re most just crap, I’m just going to make a fool out of myself, isn’t blogging terrible enough in terms of ‘what will people think of me’ etc hence why this video had quite an impact on me because IS IT A SIGN????????
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to leave blogging for vlogging, but there’s just something very tempting (besides narcissism) about uploading videos of yourself expressing your own opinions on the Internet for millions to see. Writing isn’t the same as speaking, and it’s also something new I’ve never tried before. Besides, it’d be something better to do than to lie around the whole day lurking on the Internet during these six gap months before I go to college right?
I don’t know!!!!!! Show me the way, magic eight ball!!!!!!!
Not sure if these kinds of posts annoy you guys or make it seem like I’m seeking attention, but it’s something that’s happening to me and talking/writing about it generally makes me feel better (as it is with everything) so…I apologise beforehand if you’re unhappy?
I have a lot of fears, but my ultimate fear is fear of losing control, both physically and mentally. That’s why I am absolutely terrified of fainting or vomiting and also the thought of losing my mind, because that would mean losing control over something I previously had control over. Hence, this fear is so strong that it creates irrational paranoia within me which is amplified to great heights of fear and thus induces a stream of panic attacks.
That’s what I managed to deduce over time.
Yesterday, I had a day out bowling and karaoke-ing with Beneh, Leea, Aina, Anum, Putri, Hanisah, Eel and Aifa. Today, I watched Life Of Pi at the cinemas with Beneh, Laiyy and Nadsyam. Needless to say, I was and am exhausted, and not gonna lie, I was anxious several times; once at the food court, for no apparent reason, and several times when watching Life Of Pi (although, I have to say my anxiety was justified because of in-your-face surprises and also I tend to put myself in the shoes of the main character whenever I’m watching a movie and it was honestly so depressing) and also when Beneh came over to play Slender (also justified because…I don’t even have to provide an explanation for this, honestly).
I talked to Mei last night about having that “looming sadness” feeling and she said it was a common fear of growing up and not knowing what’s in store for the future, and that it will eventually go away as I grow older, which is honestly very comforting. Also, Chrissy linked me to a mindfulness video that taught me how to let my thoughts go and not be consumed by it, so that has helped too.
I guess what I’m just really, really, really afraid of is that this won’t go away, and it’s already frightening enough whenever I compare my current situation with the past, because it induces a “Why is this happening to me??? Why me??????????” feeling within myself which subsequently induces a feeling of hopelessness and then a full-scale worry session. But I’m trying to steer clear from that, now that I’ve got a clearer picture of what I’m going through, and just try not to think too much about anything. I mean, this too shall pass right? Every dark cloud has a silver lining?
Before I go, shoutout to Dan and Phil for being my source of absolute joy for many days now. And of course, also to everyone who’s offered great encouragements and advice and also to my friends for taking me out for outings (is that even proper grammar?).
The end of SPM was as anti-climatic as I’d expected, save for those last few minutes of Accounts paper two when everyone in the hall couldn’t stop grinning like idiots, me included.
The end of SPM also meant my return to the blogosphere but my conscience wouldn’t let me do any other blogging before I wrote this post. It’s perhaps more of an OCD thing because it’d feel like I was hiding something from the world and I didn’t want that.
Okay, let’s start from the very beginning. It all started during Alan’s Biology tuition one night. Before the tuition, I’d already started feeling a sort of numbness at my chest area but I didn’t give it much thought because it went away after a while and so I went to tuition and suddenly, half an hour into it, the numbness returned and I started to panic. Like, a full-on panic attack. Dizziness, sore eyes, light-headedness, nausea etc. I thought I was going to stop breathing. Do know that I’ve had several panic attack experiences before this but none as impactful and frightening as this. So in the end I had to call my parents to come fetch me because I was seriously freaking out and when I got home, the panic reared even higher that my entire body (my face included) went numb. I couldn’t even move my mouth and my eyes, it was like a muscle twitch but a very long duration muscle twitch in every part.
Eventually, my Mum made me wear an infrared belt thingmabob that encouraged blood circulation and I managed to calm down and things were okay. However, the next day, I woke up feeling absolutely terrified that it would happen again, perhaps in school or any other time, and basically this went on for weeks and induced week upon week of anxiety and inexplicable grief.
In between those weeks, I got advice from Aunty Amelia, who reckoned that all this was caused by my subconscious worry and anxiety towards the approaching SPM exams and also constant pressure and stress over high expectations which I never tell anyone about. It is true, though. It’s like forcing any object under high pressure, and one day it just explodes, which in this case means sobbing uncontrollably as soon as I got into the car one day after school. Since then, I’ve made it a point to talk with my parents whenever I faced any problems, something I usually never do.
And then SPM started and those panic attacks returned again. It happened in the middle of English paper two (which, to paraphrase Teacher Noni, was ironic), Math paper two, Add Math paper two and Accounts paper one, which coincidentally happened to be this morning.
The thing is, I was panicking not because of the papers or the questions or that I didn’t know how to do them because I did know how to do all of them, to be quite frank, but because I’d walked into the exam hall afraid that I was going to have a panic attack…and thus that induced a panic attack. Yes, I know that makes absolutely no sense but I later found out it might also be caused by something which I might have called a panic disorder. A person who suffers from panic disorder tend to repeat panic attacks at places where they have been before. Further explanation can be found in a video which I’m about to post below.
Despite the panic attacks I had during the last few papers, I’d managed to well, sort of more or less keep them under control (under control here meaning not crying/vomiting in the middle of a paper). During the second week of exams, I stumbled upon this video by Zoe, a British YouTuber whom, I was admittedly surprised to find out, had been suffering from panic attacks for nine years ever since she was 14.
For those who suffer from panic attacks too, I strongly recommend that you watch this video because it honestly did help me a lot in putting a name to this thing I’ve been having and making me realise that it’s not something impossible. It’s something that can be worked with and treated non-medically.
Part and parcel of these panic attacks, I think, is also this constant terrible nagging feeling at the back of my brain which does a good job of making me feel terrible. In fact, it feels like amplified paranoia because it demands to stay and I don’t know, it feels like an existential crisis because sometimes I’d just sit alone and worry and worry and worry about really insubstantial fears.
So you more or less can get an overall picture here: worry about petty things, petty things being amplified to “world-shaking” level, start to feel fearful, start to panic. It’s a vicious cycle and it’s honestly so tiring.
BUT, now that all that is out of the way, I’m also trying really hard to fix this problem. I know this is going to sound cuckoo but every time I feel an attack coming, I’ll always have certain mantra words on replay in my mind, like “don’t let in control you”, “you have to be brave”, “you have to be strong”, “this will go away someday” etc which are also jotted down on the notepad app of my phone in case I forget them. It helps to calm me down, keep my mind in check as well as distract me from continuing to panic. One of the main reasons why I panic so easily is also because of my fear of everything. If you’ve read one of my previous posts called “Michelle’s Paranoia 101” or something like that, you’ll come to know that once, a friend of mine asked what I was afraid of and I realised I was afraid of every single fear he’d listed down. I was easily frightened, not to mention the fact that I had a strong sense of paranoia so that isn’t exactly the best combination. So now, I’m trying to rectify that by, I don’t know, generally being tougher and stronger. And also more positive and be around positive people more and try to relax and not overthink every single thing.
I don’t exactly know the main reason why I wrote this post (it’d sounded nicer in my head, but then again, so does most things) but like I said, I didn’t want to be hiding things from people I know. Plus, I wish this was something I could talk to people about normally because I’ve now opted to open up more freely to other people. I guess I just don’t want to be alone in this, you know? It’s always nice to have people to talk to and share your problems with, I suppose. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never had the experience of doing so.
So that is all, I hope you guys don’t think I’m abnormal or anything, I am, it’s just that, and I quote my Mum, “people have flaws and this is yours”. Oh dear, this definitely sounded way more morbid than I’d intended it to be. Well, have a good day, and cheers. x
I thought I could come up with something better as a title for this post. Apparently not. These past few days have left me so emotionally drained, and it has everything to do about everything that is happening to me now, which is SPM and leaving school.
Yesterday, the Muslims had a bacaan Yasin session at the hall and right after that, we had a Mohon Restu ceremony where all the Form Fives asked for forgiveness from the teachers and their friends and needless to say, many tears were shed and many hugs were given but I was determined to put on a straight face the entire time, although my anxiety for SPM and grief towards leaving school was causing an emotional whirlwind within myself.
Today, the last day of school, was a busy one. We had our last assembly this morning, and then took yearbook prefect photos, arranged our tables and chairs for SPM in the hall, collected our grad photos and cleared our classrooms of our books and papers. During assembly, all the Form Fives were exceptionally louder and more passionate when singing the school song, especially the prefects, as we made a choir at the back of the hall and practically screamed, “TERIMA KASIH PUAN HAJAH KARTINI, TERIMA KASIH CIKGU-CIKGU!” And then I also realised it was my last day wearing my prefect uniform and the finality was even more absolute as I tore the wrapping paper (with marker pen scribbles of “Harry Styles” all over it, might I add) off my table and moved my huge load of books and papers into my car with the help of Aiman and Aida. As I said, emotionally exhausting and just so confusing and I guess this is what growing up feels like? When you feel like you’re taking up a heavier burden although you’re technically leaving something behind. Or maybe that’s just SPM.
The Asma prefect body (Credit to Beneh)The Form Five Prefects (Credit to Beneh)5 Negeri (Credit to Beneh)(Standing) Shi Qian, Ying Yuan, Chin Teng, Han Min, Pei Fong and Huey Sha (Sitting; l-r) Ee Ching and Yuen Ming (Squatting) Jia Yee, Yu Han, Chew Jie and yours trulyYours truly and Nado (Credit to Laiyy)
Nado, yours truly, Beneh and Mas (Credit to Laiyy)
Thank you, our headmistress, Puan Hajah Kartini Zakaria, for taking care of us all this while; thank you, our beloved teachers, especially those who taught us in Form Five, Cikgu Harum, Puan Amanah, Puan Zaza, Teacher Hasnida, Puan Rohana, Teacher Noni, Sir Ong, Puan Rohaiza, Puan Hazliyanti, Puan Azizah, Miss Tam and all the teachers who have ever helped us in any way in our five years in Asma; thank you 1 Kedah ’08, 2 Asma ’09, 3 Asma ’10, 4 Negeri ’11 and 5 Negeri ’12 for being the best classmates I could ever ask for and for being my home for five consecutive years; and finally all my Form Five friends, all of you, for giving me such wonderful memories these five years and also a heavy heart as I begin to take the first step out of this school.
This post is long overdue so I shall hurry through it. I hate doing this but that’s my fault for a week’s worth of procrastination. (I wish I could use “I was too busy studying for SPM” as an excuse but I wouldn’t want to be a liar.)
Last Thursday, I went to Penang to finally get my braces off. The process took very little time, and soon those metal wires that had held my teeth captive for almost three years now were gone, replaced by the foreignness of having nothing on my teeth. The feeling was so strange I couldn’t stop running my tongue over them the entire day and admiring them every time I stumbled upon a mirror.
My scary transition from crooked yellow teeth (2009) to fairly straight whites (2012)
My parents and I spent the night and my uncle’s because I had to collect my retainers the very next morning.
And when I did, I swear, you’ve never known pain until you’ve met these little alien-like…things.
And that’s it! The end of my braceface journey. It was certainly a colourful one, but ultimately I’m glad to have finish it.
Yesterday was my school’s graduation day for all Form Five students, and I was already up by 6 that morning to get ready for it. It was the first (and probably the last) time I’ve ever made such an effort to look good for a school event, because I had my hair curled and also (gasp!) put on make-up. Not to mention the fact that I wore heels to school. I’d broken all my appearance principles in mere minutes. Way to grow up, Michelle.
I drove to school (in flats which I brought along just in case, of course) and then met up with the 5S gang along with Anum, Lela and Beneh before putting on our graduation robes and entering the hall, where about 20 tables were set up for all the graduates and parents who turned up.
After the headmistress and the VIPs gave their speeches, all the graduates (it feels so weird to say that instead of “Form Fives”) went up the stage to claim their attendance certificates.
And then it was time for all the Asmarians’ favourite hobby: eat.
The ceremony ended at around 11 AM and a photo frenzy session ensued.
The graduates in the hall (Credit to Beneh)(From left to right) Aida, Laiyy, Sian Jo, Cui Lin, yours truly, Mas, Ilia, Farah and AmaBeneh and yours truly in graduation robesLaiyy and yours truly (Credit to Laiyy)
Yours truly and Mas (Credit to Laiyy)Sian Jo, Cui Lin and yours truly (Credit to Laiyy)Afiqah, Aqilah and yours truly (Credit to Beneh)Chew Jie and yours truly (Credit to Beneh)Nado and yours truly (Credit to Beneh)Beneh and yours truly (Credit to Beneh)Nadlut and yours truly (Credit to Lela)Beneh, yours truly, Lela and Anum (Credit to Lela)The Asmarian graduates (Credit to Laiyy)
And then came the best part: after the photo session, I drove Beneh, Anum, Aina and Lela to Domino’s Pizza at Jalan Pegawai for another eating session. It was the first time I was driving my friends somewhere which wasn’t tuition and it was great and scary and wonderful and frightening but overall, unbelievably adventurous and we couldn’t help but feel a tad bit rebellious (despite the fact that everyone had already informed everyone’s parents about the trip) as we put my pro driving skills (pro as in problematic and not professional) to the test while singing along to One Direction at the top of our lungs.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realised what it reminded me of: it reminded me of Paper Towns, after Q graduated and headed for an immediate road trip to search for Margo. As my friends spewed out the words “officially graduated” in the car, I knew this was the ultimate mark we were making to the world as official Form Five graduates of the year.
At Domino’s, we awaited Nado’s arrival by her dad’s car (since my car couldn’t fit more than four passengers) while eating and guess who we bumped into at Domino’s? Cikgu Rohana and Cikgu Kartina. It was a very unicorn-ish moment…momentarily ruined by Diana and Nado’s prank call from school. Just kidding, although it did make me anxious until Nado arrived and admitted she was playing with us. I mean, anyone would be scared if an unknown number called you and started to cry? Right?
Credit to Lela
Beneh, Anum, Aina and yours truly (Credit to Lela)Beneh, Nado, Anum, Aina and yours truly (Credit to Lela)PIZZA (Credit to Lela)
And then I dropped everyone home before heading home myself. It was one of the best adventures I’ve ever had.
Today, just this evening, we had our annual prefects’ party at New Regent Hotel but this time around, it wasn’t us who were busy preparing for the seniors because we were the seniors this time, and it’s a very strange thing to think about considering how we’ve been doing this for years now and suddenly we’re the centre of attention.
And centre of attention we were because we were greeted like celebrities as soon as we entered the room. But I think the highlight of the event was the surprise photo board filled with photos of all the seniors, taken from Facebook and Twitter profiles without our knowledge. So you can imagine our surprise when we found photos taken just yesterday during graduation and also at Domino’s. There were even photos of us in Form Two!
And then it was time to eat (when is it ever time to not eat?) and the food was fantastic accompanied by hilarious performances by the juniors.
UmSurprise photo board #1Surprise photo board #2 (Can you spot the grad and Domino’s pics at the bottom)Thira and yours truly, or in Thira’s words: “Mrs Harry Styles (both)”Beneh and yours trulyBeneh, yours truly and Lela, taken with Lela’s polaroid cameraGroup photo!Lovely gifts from the juniors
The party ended way too soon and I know everyone felt the same because we were given multiple reminders by the hotel people to evacuate as quickly as possible since they had to use the hall soon.
I hereby would like to thank all the juniors for throwing such a great bash and creating such wonderful memories for us to remember for a long time to come after we’ve left school. Great job, guys.
Two events in a row has left me quite exhausted, but one thought has never left my mind which is the fact that all of this means that I’m leaving school very, very soon. Wow. It still hasn’t quite made sense to me yet. Even this blog was started while I was in high school. Well, Careful Confessions, you are witnessing one of the most important milestones of my life.
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