Damn Prefect (not PERFECT)

My world is coming to an end.

My world is coming to an end.

Read this article below:

ALOR STAR, 29 July- A catastrophe landed in Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Sultanah Asma when a Form 1 student, Michelle Teoh Zi Yan was appointed JDPP (Jemaah Disiplin Pelajar Percubaan, which, in English, means trial prefect).

Michelle, one of the school’s worst students was given this job by the Head Prefect, Azimah. Hell knows what one on Earth was she thinking when she made the decision.

Nevertheless, she couldn’t reject in time because she stepped on a banana peel and slipped. Damn. When she got up, the Head Prefect was already nowhere to be seen.

JDPPs were given a task to collect information sbout prefect duties from permanant prefects. Michelle didn’t want to, but somehow, somebody passed up a copy of the work with her name on it. And similar writing too. Police are investigating on this “copied-handwriting” case.

On Thursday, Michelle’s duty was appointed at class 3 Negeri. That was when the special phenomenon began. She became INVISIBLE!!! Nobody noticed her, nobody gives a damn about her. She tried to commit suicide (the class was 2 stories high), but failed because her dress got stuck onto a nail on the balcony wall.

“My life is HELL,” she remarked when interviewed. “I’m becoming Hellgirl.”

To make matters worse, she has to break her habit of waking up at 7am and wake up at 6.30am instead, which was serious enough to make the sun rise in the west.



OK, the prefect thingy and the “my life is hell” thingy was completely true. I exaggerated some points, I admit, but it was essential. Trust me.

A sigh of relief

We won! We finally won in the debate! Well, I see my hard work has not been wasted, luckily. However, I did not obtain the name of Best Debator. It was taken by Moksha. (sigh)

But at least we talked! I mean, we interacted during the debate, she asking me about the POI points, and me asking her if I was doubtful about anything. She was really good. She was really, really good. It was no wonder she was the best debator. See? I don’t even hate her.

I am sooo relieved! No more staying up till 2am, no more practicing my debate speech in front of the class-which was ultimately humiliating- and finally, no more anti-tv. The dark cloud hanging in my heart and the heavy boulder at the tip of the cliff of my heart has disappeared! Evaporated into thin air! It was like nothing can ever make me gloomy again, which I was the whole week.

That’s all for now. My time limit’s almost up. Ta!




<<sorry, this post was supposed to be dated 22th July. somehow, i saved it my drafts instead of publishing it. Drat.>>

Debate Stress

I participated in my school English debate last month and this Thursday is the final round between Form Ones and my class is competing with the BEST class in the whole form. Stressing, isn’t it?

Thing is, I’m so stressed out by this whole debate thing. Our motion is “Co-ed Schools are better than Single-sex Schools”, and I’m the opposition. I’m not kidding.

I mean, come on! Lecturers and high school students have been debating on this topic for two decades! And still they haven’t found an answer to the motion. You’ve got to be kidding me.

So, I searched the entire World Wide Web for the advantages of single-sex schooling. THEN they told me to today that the third speaker doesn’t need to mention any points: you just need to rebutt (I think is spelled this way, I dunno).

So, I switched on my laptop again and began searching for the advantages on CO-ED schools instead. To make matters worse, I’m working with my enemy on the same debate team. Hey, she hated me first, it wasn’t my fault. Well, not entirely.

Well, lets keep our fingers crossed, shall we?


p/s: I’ve finished  The Amber Spyglass by Phillip Pullman. Definitely worth a read. I’d give it an 8 over 10.

My first post

Hi, everybody. My name is Michelle and thanks for viewing my blog.

To tell you the truth, the main reason I created this blog is because the person I admire has one. Don’t get me wrong when I say admirer. Its not a “lover” thing. I really admire my tuition teacher, Jasmine Yow. Well, teacher sounds a bit old. Oh well, my tutor.

However, my tuition met its end 2 weeks ago because she has to return to Singapore to continue her studies. Or so I think. 😉

I really love writing, but sometimes my grammar is crap, so forgive me if I made any offensive mistakes.

Alright, end of this post. More are coming, I guess.