Day of Birth

28th of June seventeen years ago was probably the most horrifying painful experience of my mother in labor. That baby's cry echoed the labor room, and a baby girl was born. Though those nine months of pregnancy was torturing, you did not once give up, and here I am now seventeen years later, alive, healthy and happy.

For me, growing up was tough, but for you, life was probably more than torture, having to raise up a child like me. I admit, I might not be an ideal daughter, but I am trying to become a better one as the years go by. From an introvert who bottles everything in her heart to an extrovert who is a bigger pain in the butt. Seriously, I don't really know which of myself is more irritating and harder to handle. But the years went by, and I did not end up by the side of the street begging or in an orphanage. I grew up really well, and I will definitely treasure everything that you have given to me throughout these years. I will remember all those sacrifices and devotion clearly, it is about time for me to repay, but I must say, I will definitely still be in debt until our next lifetime together. Thank you daddy, thank you mommy for all the love I can never stop getting or asking for.

Parents I could never ever finish repaying this lifetime

My secondary life, has made a huge impact in my life, doing life together was something that completed me. I used to be an introvert, a quiet freak who sat at the corner in class not talking to anyone else. I too never thought that I would have the potential to be a chatter box, a leader, a bestie. I could never speak up infront of a crowd, but look at me now, I'm a queen guide, I talk in huge crowds, I stand up in clubs to talk and help out maybe even give opinions. Courage like this started to build up because of the confidence my buddies and friends gave to me.

Form one- Class of 1A10, the beginning of a new life alone in a totally different environment. Times where I started to mix around and as if luck was on my side, I met and made great friends who are still and will still continue to be my best friends forever.

Form two- Class of 2A11. The best year I could ever ask for. Up one grade in class, and the people I met, were definitely the craziest bunch of people. I started to understand life this year. Looking at life from a different perspective, living life even if there were many wounds in my heart. Supportive strength from these monkeys made me stand strong. Cxi Cxi 5, though we are all in different classes, we still stay one, we still are the best of friends, the closest unrelated sisters.

From three- Class of 3A12, the time life started to change. I fell, got shot in class, stood back up. The start of serious studying, the start of new friends making, the start of new bonding and friendship. Time passed very quickly this year, was it because we were having too much fun studying and enjoying life? Anyhow, it was the first year my friends at school celebrated my birthday for me at the school canteen. Thinking about that surprise celebration, I can't help but to feel quite embarrassed as the whole canteen started singing so loud that the nearby classes heard. Thank you, for this blessed birthday.

Form four- Class of 4A12. Remained in the top class, and this was when all the stress and activities kept flooding in. Despite all the stress from studies and activities, it was still a blissful year. Taking up more challenges along the way, becoming more sociable,  attending more social activities and finding my love for photo capturing. Taking my Nikon D3200 in one hand, capturing these moments in a click of a button. Life was busy, but a busy life, is when you live life to the fullest. I'm not a cat, I go by YOLO and not nine lives. Oh did I mention before? I met someone, yeah someone :)

From five- Class of 5A12. Senior year is here! Present president of the Girl Guide Association of my school, assistant treasurer of the Chinese Society Club, head of the school photographers, one of the steering committee in our Librarian board which is in charge of the circulation of books and the current KL Queen guide of 2014. Thank you to all, who have supported me during these five years, and now, I will fight for my SPM results. 

School, friends, teachers, unrelated sisters and brothers, I love you.

Diary of 28th of June.

Morning- Had breakfast with my family at antipodean, Bangsar. Had egg benedict and iced peach tea. Dang that was some delicious egg! Loved the setting of that cafe, and the food there was delicious <3

Layout of the cafe

The coffee making counter

Selfie Queen on duty!

Coffee of the day

Candid coffee drinking shots taken by my dad

Iced peach tea and water

Egg benedict with bacon

Breakfast at Antipodean, Bangsar

Afternoon- This day, a small group of dear friends celebrated my birthday with me at Mid Valley. We were supposed to watch How To Train Your Dragon 2 but they were fast selling and too many people were lining up so we just decided to ditch the movie and go shopping. Met an ex senior and walked around with her in Mid Valley for some time before she had to go back to work. The four of us kept splitting into two and wandering around in shops and later the mall. As if fate were on our side, we didn't have to keep contacting each other as we kept bumping into each other afterwards.

"What's a birthday without cake" Quoted from someone. Thank you for the cake, and the present.

Chocolate berry cake from Lavender, Mid Valley

Didn't want to put the other seven candles on because they were too nice so I decided to keep them instead

Outfit of the day. New from top to bottom to shoes

Evening- Dinner with family and English class later. My friends for 4 years there started singing Happy Birthday as i walked into class. One of them gave me a present, an ice cream cup and some chocolate.

The sister since From2, same class ever since, thank you for the present

Fizzy Lemon advertisement!

After class- Celebration and another cake at home with my family

Cake from my family

Half eaten cakes of the day

Cousin sister and I (had a photo like that around 15 years ago)

Polaroids of that night, birthday-roids

Presents from my dear friends and family <3 thank you all

And finally, I would like to thank everyone, my family, best friends, brothers, sisters, friends, and everyone for the lovely gifts, touching midnight wishes, long birthday messages and the celebration.

Three years, Three celebrations, different feelings, a happy and appreciative Michelle. Thank you all <3 

Swagger 17 years old Michelle at 11.59 p.m.

Scrap booking

I think I'm starting to have some sort of blog addiction, as it has been three days since I've updated continuously. It's a miracle for me to be blogging to much because my internet speed is probably the speed of a snail, or maybe even slower.

I have to admit, free time is the best ever time you can get in a hectic life. It's like a short holiday break. Afternoon naps get me all energized for the rest of the day and I miraculously finished one whole essay, four more to go though.

Anyway, I gave myself a day off to rest at home because I was feeling quite unwell and I opted to start scrap booking. I felt really inspired after looking at people making their project life or a lil scrapbook about their captured moments so I too decided to make one of my own.

I decided to make a scrapbook about my happy twenty fourteen days using the scrapbook my uncle got for Christmas some time back. I only managed to make the cover of my scrapbook, I have too much of a busy life :( I need some time of my own to relax, maybe craft, watch some dramas or read, is that too much to ask?

The unopened scrapbook package from Singapore

The front cover design listed with my favourite stuff

A close up on the photos I have chosen to represent my favourites of life

Close up about my favourite quote and cute stickers that came along in the scrapbook package!

Can't wait to continue my scrapbook, but homework and exams are slowly kicking in!

Time

24 hours

1440 Minutes

86400 Seconds

In a single day

Time runs, fast, and it doesn't wait for you no matter under what circumstances. 

I feel that my time has been somehow eaten up by a creature which has been lurking around the clocks in the shadows. Time ticks by so fast I don't see the afternoon sun slowly setting in the evening sunset and slowly turning into a dimmed evening. In fact, time ticks by so fast, that all I see in a day is only day and night, no more sunrises nor sunsets. Work continues to pile up somehow, and my procrastination habits are for here to stay, what to do may I ask the Lords up there. 

I want to be like an extraordinary multi talented honorable student who is intelligent in studies, active in activities and think logically in certain situations, and yet I am a procrastinator who diligently procrastinates everyday and leaves heaps and heaps of homework for tomorrow. 

Five Chinese essays, 

Maths homework, 

Add maths work, 

BM tuition homework, 

Novels to read 

Moral workbooks

etc.

What other homework can I ask for. I have serious procrastinating habits which I want to badly change and yet I am either lazy to take the first step or decides to quit after failing for the first time. 

"If SPM was tomorrow..."

I'll be dead, and there will be a serious death bed waiting for me. It might be disappointing for those who have high hopes upon myself especially my parents and really really close friends, but this too involves myself, my future that lies ahead of me and that is my real fear of the year. 

Failing, is a must, if you haven't failed in life, then you might not have succeeded either. However, in this case, failing is not an option. I'm still not clear about the path I would like to take after graduation, let alone the path I must walk if I don't achieve the results I desire. Life is full of challenges, and the first challenge I must overcome is probably my procrastination habit.

At least I managed to finish my maths homework or else I would have to go to school with really bad panda eyes tomorrow. The homework isn't really hardcore homework which insane teachers give to torture students, it is quite reasonable for a week length of homework. But being the typical lazy me, I obviously decided to enjoy the weekend at camp and suffer a day before maths class. 

The haze came back! Now that is pure torture, I'm glad that my asthma has subsided when I was young, or else I would have to fight for my breath every time I step outside the confines of my house. Fortunately, the haze has started to clear and I can finally see blue skies and not a cloud of ash above my head. Please rain heavily one day! We need rain during hot hot hot seasons like this here in Malaysia or else typical human beings like me will decide to switch on the air-cond and contribute to more global warming. 

I just realized that I have not posted anything about my lengthy June holiday. I'll probably update when I have more time to spare after finishing more parts of my scrapbook. My love of scrapbook is indescribable! 

The way my desk looks when I'm busy doing maths and updating my blog

Thoughts before turning 17

My first post about twenty fourteen will be about my last thoughts of life at the age of 16. I've quit blogging for sometime but now I am determined to keep blogging and expressing inner thoughts of life in words rather than ranting crap to everybody else.

Behind these walls holds a soft heart, a weak mind, a contradicting soul and a mind that wonders "what is life actually?". So this blog post will be dedicated to a teenage girl who will be turning 17 in three more days.



 I mostly go by Michelle, but some call me Chelle Chelle and other idiotic nicknames which I find quite interesting. They call me selca queen, stating that my selfie skills have reached a master degree, my most favourite nickname.



I tend to bury myself in books, allowing myself to sink into the wonders of fantasy. I run away from reality, sinking into the author's world. I read, I imagine and I feel.

"And that's why books are never going to die. It's impossible. It's the only time we really go into the mind of a stranger, and we find our common humanity doing this. So the book doesn't only belong to the writer, it belongs to the reader as well, and then together you make it what it is"
-Peter Auster

Perfect quote for a good book.



I love staining my hands with crafting materials, cutting and pasting little bits of paper and art supplies. I love stationary, but stationary and art supplies are quite costly, so I turn to making my own DIY items. Saves money and the earth. I am in love with creating little things, I could craft all day but time never seems to be enough. Currently working on DIY scrapbooks which plainly stores my happy times, by next year, I am going to start my own #projectlife.




I capture moments with my Nikon D3200, saving memories into a small microchip. The smiles on their faces bring joy to me when i press the replay button on my camera. These moments of laughter and time spent together will always remain in the form of a picture even if time has past. That captured moment might have been buried in the past, but it's not gone entirely, it remains deep in our heart, somewhere in the past.



I go all out with my family and close friends, only they know the real side of myself. A father is a son's hero, a daughter's first love. Daddy, I'll always be your number one princess and no matter who I end up with next time, you'll always be my first love. A mother cares, a mother nags, a mother talks, a mother listens. She's like the feminine side of my father, another person I cannot bear to lose so soon. She carried me, watched over me, taught me and brought me up. Thank you mom. I cannot find another mother whom is as close to your personality. The clothes and food warm me up along with your love. This sister, annoying and bratty. What a copycat! I tend to always scream, but deep down, an imagine of her leaving this world brings tears to me.

"Aloha means family, and family means nobody gets left behind"
-Walt Disney, Stitch

Friends, the sickening bunch of people who tend to make you hate and love them at the same time. I used to be an introvert, but unexpectedly I've turned out to be an extrovert in my teenage days.

"Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're going to get"
-Forest Gump

Never knew how much joining Girl Guide would have changed my life until I looked back and said Oh My Gosh I didn't know I used to be like that. The people I met during my teenage days in my secondary school has made a huge impact on myself, life is short, and my life wouldn't have been YOLO if they never appeared.



I sink into dramas, having all sorts of feels while drinking a hot cup of green tea. The way the main actors and actresses shed tears brings me into sorrow and grief. Angst story lines may sometimes be cliche but they have never once failed in bringing salty tears into my eyes. I reflect on life too while immersing myself into the scene, thinking about what I would do if I were in he or her shoes. I wonder too much, and also think too much, but I can't blame the dramas. Some of the plots are too good to miss and not to mention the good looking guys who appear as perfect manga characters. 



Last but not least, I plug in my earphones, and listen to songs which eventually calms my tense mind and drift away from reality. I shut the world out, drowning into this alcohol called music.



The world spins, society judge, you cannot change how you look nor how people look at you, so why take the hard path and make yourself suffer?

Take the one which makes you happy, and not the one which makes you regret.

Michelle, age 16, turning 17 in three days, my last thoughts about life at the age of 16.

Love. Live. Eat. Read. Capture. Treasure. Pray.