Seventeen.

Summarised in 15 words.

23rd/24th/25th January : one of the best birthdays so far although it's the busiest and most stressful day. =)

Sixteen Going On Seventeen

It's my last day - last hour being a sixteen-year-old. A sweet sixteen-er.
What do they call seventeen-year olds? Sexyy seventeen, or...forever seventeen. heh.

Reminds me of Edward.

'Seventeen.'
'How long have you been seventeen?'

'A while.'

This morning I was talking with M about this. She forgot and thought Edward was eighteen. I laughed so badly. Haha.

I have nothing much to say actually. Just wanna update my blog and make this my last sweet sixteen post. Woots.

School and homework = disaster. I'm doing homework on my last day of being sixteen and first day being seventeen. 'Welcome to life,' says M.

Oh and yeah, I celebrated my birthday just now, dinner at La Carrettas (hope i spelled it correctly.) a Mexican Restaurant. There was a big family beside my table which was celebrating a lil' girl's birthday too. The staff sang happy birthday for her. I enjoyed it although it's not for me. LOL. (Roughly remembers)..My dish was Quesadillas and I drank Margarita. =) Also, yum yum oysters. I'll not go into details. Too tired.

And I'm off to do my homework. Or maybe just stall for a bit.

-michelle, ps: i can still taste the oysters in my mouth. =)

'it's almost a week but the memory of you is still fresh in my mind.'

Blood Red Tears and My Thoughts.

For the past three days, sorrow poured over the gloomy land and sea of Penang. 6 bodies from the dragon boat tragedy were found one after another. ChungLingHighSchool Club teacher Chin Aik Siang, and students Jason Ch'ng, Brendon Yeoh, Goh Yi Zhang, Cheah Zi Jun and Wang Yong Xiang unfortunately never made it through the mishap safely. Although I never knew them in person, I have friends who knew them, who shared precious moments with them. Hopes and wishes were flooding Facebook as friends called them to come home. People prayed, so did I, trading my birthday wish for every single hope. To learn that our prayers and wishes did not come true, I felt (and still feel) gloomy.

That night just after the incident, I slept at 2.30 am after just surfing the net about the victims. Blur pictures of the sea and waves created chaos in my subconcious mind as I slept. I woke up with a worried heart. On Monday, in school, I looked at my watch and wondered if any of those missing were found safely yet. In my head, I felt disturbed. The usual noise in my class that I was used to was making me lose sanity. I needed peace. Finally the long school hours were over. I switched on the computer as soon as I was back home at two and visited star online. It said, two more bodies were found. My heart dropped and coldness wrapped itself around me. After lunch I stayed in front of the computer and kept on refreshing the page for the latest news. Later I had to leave at 4.20 pm to attend school's sports practice. At 6.30 pm when I was back I refreshed the page again. There it was, a statement saying all bodies were found at 4.25 pm. I didn't know what to do. I cried.

Today, I woke up. I heard the wind blowing hard and the trees swayed, creating a sad and creepy melody. It then started raining heavily at 7 in the morning for a couple of hours. The sky remained grey and dark. In class, I kept thinking of the people and the mishap. Why did it had to happen? I thought. They were so young. Four were at my age. My friend was patient enough to hear me moaning the whole morning. It was really weird because (1) I felt really sad for the victims whom I barely knew, and (2) was it normal? Normally, when we read news about tragedies in the paper, we sympathise with them, but the sadness only lasted a while. But now, mine has lasted for two days. Today, I wore black to tuition, head to toe. The day was moody and dull and so was I. I hope by writing this I feel better. Ah well.

Sadly, I have homework to do now. A lot of them. So, I'll sign off now.

-michelle

"It's not about how it ended. It's about the journey."

Who are you?

Who are you? The one who grasp the memories of your first love? Or the one who misses your last everyday? Or both? Perhaps...neither.

People always remember their first love. The first time they feel the rush inside the mysterious yet magical heart, the first time they yearn for that person so badly... The first time the flowers bloom beautifully with grace in spring, spreading their satin petals apart..

But would they remember their last love? The sweet times both of them spend together. The sadness and happiness they share. The times when they spend hours on the phone - complaining about their busy day or telling how much they love each other.. But in a day, everything changes.. Nothing is left.

What if.. that someone is your first love and the last? And you have to let go. The pain stabs you in the heart when you want to let go, the sorrow pours when he passes by, but excitement rushes through with just a single hi..

You want to say the three common words so badly.. "I love you." What if you never will have that chance? No chance. Or, if suddenly a spark of hope ignites, would you? Say those words?

I won't, because love is easily be forgotten. It is.

-michelle-