Random;

Online with ShaynePeanutHead
Me: boys are so complicated.
Peanut: eh, your species also ok !!
Me: *dies laughing*

Me: brb, gonna play on my mommys new treadmill. It just arrived today. yes, Im easily amused.
Peanut: run, bitch, run !

I, Michelle, have guts, bitches !

I told candyboyy. I told him I like him. Okay, so it may not seem like a big deal but it was okay. It was huge thing. For me at least. Ive never done this before. Seriously, Ive never gone up to a boy and confessed my feelings towards him. Not to sound full of myself or anything, but the boys have always been the ones to come up to me. Ive never made the first move before. Ever. So you can see why its such huge accomplishment for me.

I almost didnt tell him. We were walking the same way and he was way ahead of me and surrounded by so many of his friends. Then my driver saw me coming out and drove towards me. When I got into my car, I was like fuck, now Im going to be spending the rest of my life wondering what could have been (yes, I tend to get a little over dramatic at times). Then 10 seconds later, I see him standing alone near this van selling food. I yelled at my driver to stop right there and then but in malay and everyone knows my malay happens to suck.

I hop out of the car and walk to the van and wanted to buy something thinking it wouldnt look as obvious. It was crowded with St.Jo students (St,Joseph is the boys school across the street from mine. I know, why bother having single sex schools if we're still so damn close with the opposite sex. Psh). This one boy was imitating that 018 ad and tells the aunty "mau steeengah glass" but I was too nervous about what I was about to do to laugh.

Eventually I gave up waiting to buy junkfood that I didnt even want and walked towards him. He thought I was just passing by and waved but I marched right up to him. Okay, not exactly I was trying to act all nonchalant even though I was I freaking out inside. I had this whole speech prepared that I had recited over and over again in my head on that day but the moment I was facing him, I completely forgot everything. Hell, I could hardly get the words out okay.

Me: if I tell you something, you promise not to laugh?
Him: okay.
Me: and promise not to tell anyone?
Him: okay.
Me: I *fake cough* you.
Him: *swipes phone out of pocket and asks for my number*

I couldnt say the word 'like' so I thougth okay, just do the whole *cough*like*cough* but me, being the complete idiot that I am, not only forgot to say the most important word that I was trying to cover with fake coughs but I only managed to half cough, so it sounded almost like I was clearing my throat. So it was more like "I ahem you." Wanted to kick myself right there and then. Whenever I feel really nervous or really excited, I tend to feel nauseous which I did but never in my life had I been more happy about feeling like I needed to throw up. (: I was ecstatic.

Am bored of blogging.
Goodbye, people.

Random;

Rachel: "phoebe, this is factorisation right?"
Me: *without even looking at the question* "no."
Rachel: "SHUTTUP MICHELLE, YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MATH!"
Phoebe: *burst out laughing*

Rachel: "I went to pick my dad up at the airport and you know what I wanted to-"
Me: "you wanted to jump on the plane and leave ?"
Rachel: "no, I wanted to-"
Me: "you wanted to hijack the plane ?"
Rachel: "yeah."
Me: "really ?"
Rachel: "uh.. no.. i wanted to hide in cargo."
Me: "oh...... hijacking would have been more fun."

There was this rumor going around school that Rachels turned lesbian and that Fidelia's her girlfriend. Its not true, of course.
Rachel: "I mean c'mon. I look straight right? Im as straight as straight can be. It doesnt get straighter than this." *sees Fidelia and points at her* "Oh, look, my girlfriend !" *grins*
walking back to our table, we see Fidelia again.
Rachel: omg, shes everywhere I am.
Me: "Its meant to be. Its destiny."

Fidelia didnt see us, she was watching this cat pass by.
Me: "Omg, Ray, shes eyeing up that cat. Looks like youve got competition."
Rachel: "Damn, I hate that cat now. Shes got to chose me over the cat ! She just has to. I mean, I have a bigger ass, its better."
Me: *dies laughing*

Theyve made Twilight into a movie ! And I happen to be obsessed with Twilight so you could only imagine my excitement when I found out. I seem to have developed this attraction to vampires. So I have a weakness for boys who have died in the 19th century and were brought back from the dead as blood thirsting vampires. Whats so wrong about that ?

I wanted this pretty pretty Guess handbag for birthday but I also wanted a guitar. The bag was RM389.90 and Ray told me there are guitars that sell for 100+ so was happy thinking I could get bag and guitar but then Lesbiola told me those guitars are 'ciplak' (or however you spell it). Dont laugh at my lack of knowledge about this okay, I happen to be talentless. I dont play any instruments so I dont have a clue about these things. Dad was reluctant at first but I insisted on a branded guitar and managed to persuade him into buying me an RM535.00 acoustic Ibanez. (:

The guy who sold me the guitar was seriously cool.

Dad: "whats the difference between a lower-priced guitar and a branded one?"
*salesperson looks at me*
Salesperson: "you heard of Ibanez?"
Me: "yes."
Salesperson: "you heard of Star Sun?"
Me: "no."
Salesperson: "theres the difference."

There was this other salesperson (who I have labelled guitarguy since I dont know his name) who picked up a guitar and started playing More Than Words. It was pretty obvious he just wanted to show off but any boy who can play that song to me on the guitar can make me melt in my shoes okay. When the salesperson was explaining something about the tuner to me I just walked away without saying a word towards guitarguy in a complete daze. Yeah, it was rude to just walk away while he was talking like that but I didnt really realize what I was doing.

When I finally decided on which guitar I wanted, guitarguy was talking to me about his first guitar and whatnot while tuning mine. I barely looked at him, I kept watching my guitar the whole time. He wasnt cute but for some odd reason I was into him cos of the way he spoke. I thought of breaking my guitar and telling him I sat on it so I'd have an excuse to go back and see him but I think it would be beyond fixing then.

Saw mr.lungcancerr yesterday. I managed to talk to him last week but didnt this week. He was forced to be really quiet. All I did was watch him play with his lighter and sort of freak when the tissue he was holding caught fire. Hahahah. And yes, shiny things and fire amuses me. Im only gonna be able to see him 2 more times. I promised myself that I would come clean about how I feel about him. I have to figure out how though. Maybe I could just be like "hey, whats the time? and, oh, by the way, I really like you." x*sigh*

Random;

Science teacher: "in remote parts of africa, before women get married, theyre locked up in a room and are fed until theyre fat because they consider fat women beautiful there."
*20 mins later while walking in complete silence,*
Rachel: *turns to me* "do you find fat women attractive?"
Me: *dies laughing*

*ray and i were reading from the same paper*
Ray, Me: "whatthefuck?" (at the same time)

*10 minutes later*

Ray: "oh wait, jinx."

Phoebe: "napolean dynamite."
Me: "i am napolean ! napolean is my passion!" *raves about being napolean*
Phoebe: "hahahhaha. napolean is your passion?"
Me: "why, of course. wht country do napoleans come from anyway? NAPOLE?"
Phoebe: "napoleon isnt a race, you idiot!"
Me: "THEYRE NOT?!"
Phoebe: "no, i thought you were just playing around about that."
Me: "i was kidding about being napolean but i honestly thought it was a race."
Phoebe: "why would you think that?"
Me: "cos in form 1, we learn about the napolean war so i just assumed that those people were napolean and came from the country of napolean people. no wonder i could never figure out what the name of the country was. WHY ARE YOU ONLY TELLING ME THIS NOW?!"
Phoebe: *dies laughing*

I know. We can be such bimbos sometimes.

My gawd.

The noise in this house is driving me insane. I usually like noise. I love falling asleep to buzz of busy traffic outside the window or to the sound of a neighbors ongoing party. I like big noisy families but not when it comes to my family. I finally got around to doing the overdue homework the teachers have been breathing down my neck about but Ive read the same paragraph 4 times and nothings getting through cos the rackets so bloody distracting.

Dads watching the news at what seems like at the maximum volume, probably trying to drown out all the other noise. The maid is yelling cos of godaloneknowswhat. My mother is singing the most ridiculous songs at the top of her lungs like shes Celine Dion or something. I keep imagining that any minute the neighbors are going to form an angry mob outside our house holding pitchforks and those fire torches threatening to burn our house down if she doesnt shut up like in those old movies .

I cant wait til Im old enough to move out and live on my own.