technically.....

you know what sucks most in life?
thinking about your past.
it gets me every time and i just cannot find a way out of it all
sad really
i seem so loopy and wild to people
but deep down, yes, way way way way down
it's a different story
i guess you just need to have a moment with me and talk, only talk
unless you find that boring, then whoop-di-do and la-di-da
there's always another story to tell in one's life
figured that mine wasn't that important or mattered to anyone in this piece of shit world...
(nah, jokes, i love earth, i'd never wanna leave earth.)
so, have pitty, show sympathy, do whatever you like
i couldn't care less now
cuz i've been fucked up and i know
i'll just leave it that way for now.
no point "linger"- ing on right? (listening to linger now by the cranberries)
am i turning gay?
i do hope so...
LOL jokes
i'm straight and will remain straight

thank you

i am neither stronger nor more admirable than you.
i am no different from what you are outside.
but from within,
we are worlds apart.
you say i have the strength to carry the heaviest burdens on my shoulders,
that i have the strongest will to survive alone.
but it is also my weakness to carry these burdens and to find my own survival.
i am no better than you, you should know.
we share the same purposes in life though we uphold a different duty to ourselves.
our beliefs are different,
but it doesn't mean that we cannot share our beliefs.
i cannot thank you enough.
i bless the soul you have.
you made me stand strong,
and you carry me through the pain.
i love you so much,
and i give you my life.
i ask of The Almighty, to give you my chances,
because with that chance, i can have another chance to see you.
it is the ones around me whom i cherish most.
it is you whom i always will stand by.

f*** maturity

wanna know how f***ed up life can be?
just ask me.
i'll have an answer, and it's not the kind to be taken as a joke
living with a brother, is not the best thing in the world.
especially when your brother is 21 and with an IQ of say, 5
and a responsibility rating level of 2 outta 10.
this may sound wrong, but hell i have to say it
i just got f***ed up by my brother...
it's a huge disappointment.
also, i'm gonna start judging people by how they think, speak or even look.
and i can be spot on with their personality!
i shit you not, i can tell what they'll do, or say next.
whats worst than an idiot being an idiot.
an idiot being an idiot and not knowing they are one.

7 pounds

"7 pounds".
all i can say for this beautifully written and directed film, is nothing.
I can almost hear my own heartbeat as i was watching this film. I can hear my lungs trying so hard to grasp for air, only to soothe my mind and emotions.
Speechless.
Only the unstoppable flow of tears can tell you how much this film connects to everyone.
If you haven't watched it, please do.
It is amazing beyond comparison to any other film ever shown.

directing/alcohol/grill'd/yarra/home

at first we were suppose to meet up at starbucks, the one via collins. Unfortunately lib was stuck at PT traffic (PT: public transport). raz then texted me to ask whether i wanna hang out - being living in the city and all that, and i told her to join me and lib at starbucks, via collins of course. Time was around 2.30 in the afternoon, and the sun was hot.
Raz arrived earlier than lib, since she was still stuck at PT traffic all the way down at Blackburn. So raz and i just got drinks from starbucks and walked our way to fed square, cause she said that her sis mentioned a few good art shows being displayed. We weren't there for long til lib rang me up and said that she's reached. By the way, while i was in the gallery gift store, i found a book titled 'ABC men's fashion" & "Custom Kicks", two very awesome books. Just wondering if i should get the "Custom Kicks" for myself and the "ABC men's fashion for ivan. ("Custom Kicks" is all about the wicked rad laced up sneakers with awesome designs.)
Not to waste time (cause lib got there by say, 3.30.), me and lib chilled at the fed square cafe (don't remember the name of it) and started discussing about the directorial needs for the play "Metamorphosis" that we're working on as our assessment for theatre studies. We ordered drinks of course and lib got this sweet looking chocolate drink. First a huge dob of chocolate ice cream was plunged into the glass, later on chocolate syrup was added, then the milk. That's not the average chocolate drink you see everyday let me tell ya that. Me on the other hand, went looking at the beverage menus. There was 'bloody marry', 'flying II', 'japanese slippers'....blah blah blah. Read the ingredients and felt like 'flying II' was a better choice to go with. It was gin and lemon juice with sparkling juice, also there was some other ingredient but i just can't get it into my head to recall it. It's a nice drink, very refreshing. A strawberry was topped on the glass which was just lovely on valentines day don't you think? lol
moving on now. We finished off our discussion not long after raz joined us at the cafe after having a little tour round the gallery. She tells me that it's good so guess i'll check it out next weekend. Lib got hungry, which later on got contagious, thus raz and i started to feel that craving of edible chemicals slowly digesting down to our spacious belly. We hanged at the steps of fed square for a bit to discuss about dinner and finally we came to a conclusion to have burgers at Grill'd. Once we got there, we decided to take away and hang by the state library since the day was turning out fine with the cool breeze. At Grill'd, they ask for your name as you place an order so they won't mess up the orders. In between that, i don't know what happen, it was either the guy at the counter has a spelling disorder or the dude who served me my order has got the verbal defect. I hear raz's name pronounced as "NARA", fortunately for lib, he got it right. Then i anticipated the awesome burger i'll be getting and this is when my life just crushed into a million pieces. My identity is now confirmed as raided and dumped. The dude called out "Michael". "MICHAEL"! Like what the fiddle-pop is your problem? (fiddle-pop: fuck) Can you not read? That was emberressing, raz and lib just busted their morphine tubes and started laughing mad. My confidence level just decreased into a percentage of 10%.
I'm just gonna forget that EVER happened to me. We got our butts to the state library and starting sinking our teeth into the burgers. Lib had to rush off home cuz her brother was all alone since their parents had gone out. Raz and i on the other hand went strolling round melbourne city. We had fun conversing random topics by the benches opposite the Myers mall. Walked by swanston and a boutique was still open -"Episode". I spotted a sweet black strapless dress with baby rose prints on it. Sadly, they didn't have my size, and i'm sure size 14 isn't my size. But we continued browsing through the store and found some cool fabrics. They also sell mario action figures and cute cuddly dolls with lovely floral print fabrics. These things don't come cheap actually, probably 30AUS a piece for the necklace, which says "Pop" with a balloon right by it. I found a top with hearts and aces which was kinda my style, unpredictable and funky. Had a hard time deciding whether or not to get it, but in the end, i had to give in to retail therapy. Got the top, i'm happy, we're happy, we go walk by the yarra bridge. I've never pictured the river bank to be that captivating. Things felt wrong when we got to the greens, as there were couples cuddling at every possible spot we see so we had to leave that awkward situation. But the scenery was nice that evening. The sun was setting and it had a really attractive orangy, dark evil sense to it. And so i took a snap of it. Photography is just my thing, you should know.

Got back home about 8.30 in the evening, which was then that raz realized she'd better get going in case she misses the train or even get back late at night when it's all dark and dangerous on the streets. I wanted to send her off but she refused. She started rushing off when I'm almost close to getting ready to go with her. She ran for the elevator and wouldn't open the hallway entrance until the lift came about. She got on it and started attacking the "close" button for the elevator. I couldn't get to her, so she managed to succeed in letting me stay back. I'm just worried and as a friend i wanna make sure that things are going safe. That was pretty much my day on valentines day. Other than finding things amusing with people getting roses and people GIVING roses, we've managed to survived the utter isolation of being single chicks about town.

day in

different emotions running through my bones and flesh. my nerves are tense! argh...
feel like i'm caught within a pressured compartment, locked away in some warehouse.
compartment, that's the oddest terminology i have ever used.
hah, kev's afraid of the squish. i find it to be rather thrilling how i can torture him with such a cute and lovable object. makes him look like the wimp.
playing axwell's "feel the vibe" on my ipod stereo now. it's a good song to groove to. they should have this song in clubs more often. the usual disco classics jsut won't cut it for 3 and a half hours of clubbing for drunks and skanks. we need new tunage for the 21st century. i know classics are "CLASSICS". But please, playing 'saturday night fever' for 5 times just kills.
what's the deal with our jumpers anyway? they'll shrink after coming outta the wash?
so why are you giving us such crap again? use another material like pure cotton or something. wool..they picked wool. we just won't wash our jumpers for a year then. that should be fine. guess we can just dump a bottle of perfume onto it. that should get rid of the staleness of our jumpers after 345 days of being left hanging at my side door.
mmm, found that that it's Mr D's birthday today. had no clue about it till probably Mr Nicholl announced it to us, so we start singing happy birthday in our hall during form. corny, but meh. its a way of getting out stress, singing i mean...for us C.A.G.G.S. (we're an odd bunch)
lantern day turned out well. didn't expect that kind of response, so i'm glad. the year 7's are utterly innocent. "free fortune cookies in the breezeway? oh my God! i want one!"
i laugh at their excited facial expressions. it just shows how much they still need to know bout life. sad story heard today from feehan. a kid at our school - year 8, she's got a heart disease and she's in the hospital waiting, unsure of her own recovery. that is heart aching to know of.

I'M TELLING YOU!

heard of "Haru haru" ?
by Big Bang?

if your answer is yes.


i urge you to DOWNLOAD THE ACOUSTIC VERSION!
I AM TELLING YOU TO
NOT ASKING
TELLING YOU!
SO GET YOUR BUTT DOWN TO A CHAIR IN FRONT OF YOUR COMPUTER/LAPTOP
AND DOWNLOAD IT!
CAUSE I SHIT YOU NOT, YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT!

idealistic

ask me who's the ideal man for me

and i'll say

TAE-YANG!

don't ask me why

cuz then i'll never stop fantasizing about him

and you'll suffer form partial paralysis to your ears...
because i can just

go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on....

:D

passing days

you light the hallow light that brightens our way,
and you carry on your shoulders our heavy burdens,
as we rejoice in horrid greatness,
we overshadow your innocence

forgive us of our sins?

we learn to live and we live to learn.
we blame others for only their wrongs,
when we should really be saying to them
"thank you."
for not only negativity surrounds our universe
but also optimism.
it is the balance that holds our world together.
without mistakes, we cannot learn
without betrayal, we'll no not who to trust
and without belief, we cannot see the truth
this is how we go by living each day
cherish each moment
and love yourself no matter what
because no one can understand you more than yourself

when you wake up every morning
look into the mirror
and smile.
cause no matter how rough your day will be
you'll always know,
that the first joy you see
is a smile.
a proof of knowing that you are still moving on,
and that life has yet not come to an end.
so hold on tight to every opportunity that comes by
because it only comes by once.
time never stops to look back into the past.

feel the vibe

ballet waltz

listening to 坂本龍一 ,
reminds me of beautifully sculpted melodies

the sweet sound of endless comfort and serenity.
the slow waltz beat that ticks in my mind,
makes me sway from side to side, almost naturally.
imagining the moments of love that sometimes slip through my fingers.
the beautiful you,
soft, calm, and steady chords,
rings ever so gently in my heart.
i sing it as i waltz the journey of my dreams.
i hum it as i stroll upon memory lanes.
this is the you i crave
not him, not her
you...
sing to me once more
.......
sing to me
......
i need your voice.
i want your vibrant touch upon my skin.
when i open my eyes,
i see you walking away, leaving a trail of footsteps,
that slowly fade away into the midst.
i smile
know why?
because i now
have finally been set free
......
i whisper into the midst
"thank you"

morning sickness

ok, 80% of what i'll be writing now,
ISN'T EVEN ON MY CONCIOUS FUCKIN MIND!
CUZ I FUCKIN WOKE UP AT 3.50a.m. BECAUSE OF THE FUCKIN HEAT

IT'S LIKE FUCKIN 55'degrees RIGHT NOW
IF YOU WANNA KILL US WHY NOT JUST HAVE A HEAT STORM AND MELT US ALL LIKE CHOCOLATE COVERED MAGNUM ICE CREAM.
BLOODY BUGGERS ON BALLS.

this is a retarded weather.
Melbourne, if you can...

GET SOME FUCKIN CHILL-LAX PILLS! (munch definition: chill-lax pills are a mix of chill pills [drugs] with laxatives)
AND SLAP IT UP YOU'RE ARSE!

HEAT!

"COOL"

"STAY COOL"

actually, it's suppose to be

"STAY COOL LIPTON"

but i couldn't get the whole thing down to the cam.
the words were quite spread out
and i won't be able to get a clear view of the slogan if it were to be taken from afar.

today was 49'c in melb
and there was a minor dust storm
that's why they decided,
' let's just pop a few words on the sky to cool people's minds off '
good job Lipton.

alphabetical defect

" Dear Customer. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. MISH MOSH. "

if you were to ask someone, a normal being to type that out,
it will be the same as it is above.
unless that person is michelle wong
this is what michelle wong will end up with

" Dear Cutomer. HAPPY THDAY. MH MOH. "

yes, i indeed have an alphabetical defect
and it can be contagious.
lol

fun under the blazing summer sun (part 2)

LOVE YOU!

don't ask about this. it's a theatre thing

this is when we get down and dirty to roll

BIG, BRASS, PAINTED BALLS. why is one pink?

YEEHAH! LOCK n' LOADED LADIES!

I LAUGHED. literally out loud...

THE FUCKIN AWESOMEST GIFT!

so that's what you were doing with Mr. Pig.

OH! the joy was watching a friend get drunk

SOBER? I WAS NEVER DRUNK!
until now...

fun under the blazing summer sun

KO, LOVE THE CARD!

MEL, LIB, M, E.R., RAZ

BOWLER NOOB

BOWLERAMA!

BOWLERRIFIC!

PIG! on my head?

this is probably how i'd look drunk

nothing happened >_>

VODKA IS MY DEPRESSANT

WOAH! ... at least you shaved ...

LA LA LA...

LOVABLE FRIENDSHIP

come here RAZ!

yay or boo? i think it's a yay....

well, guess what?
what you say?

haha, you have no idea do you....
about what?

-_-"
what??

what's the date today?
hmm?

oh fine then! *leaves with a pissed off attitude*
what did i do?

oh, how i love life and it's mysteries..

KEVIN WONG (wong heir)
my brother
talents:
-vocalist
-DJ
-drinker
-bartender

language skills:
-chinese
-hokkien
-cantonese
-english
-malay

Born on: 1987, june 2
Height: 6'1"





TAE-YANG (from Big Bang)
my favourite dude of the band.
talents:
-breakdancer
-choreographer
-vocalist
-musician
-lyricist
-rapper (korean)

language skills:
-chinese
-korean
-english (FLUENT ENGLISH!)

Born on: 1988, May 18th
Height: 5'8"


Kev just needs to work on his body, hopefully obtain a six pack before christmas, lol
and maybe lose the weight on his chins....but can't blame him, he's larger than tae-yang
oh haha, first it was my twin
now it's his
i laugh

urgh

school photos tomorrow.

what can be worst...

the one thing i hate about school photos is that we all end up looking stretched.

there's nothing worst than showing your student card and then getting this come back
" Are you sure? I mean, clearly this isn't your card."

Bloody hell, of course i'm using the right card, it's me, stretched in so many ways unthinkable!
try getting your photo taken at our school and you'll see the results

can't they just edit it or something, we don't really need the Student ID that soon
we can wait...
tsk tsk.....better still, we bring our own individual photos and just paste on it!
DONE!

damaged void

you became my friend, then my lover
but you forced me to be a friend,
only this time, a friend with benefits.
it's difficult to not look at you straight in the eye,
and say "i want you. only be mine."
at the very start of each conversations,
i try my best to not choke while i gasp for air
so that i will have the courage to even say this simple word "Hi"
a forceful smile is hung upon my fractured face
to please you, to hide the damages inflicted within
i feel this void, this...enormous void.
i wonder if you've ever felt that before, even for just a split second
it would please me so to know,
that even you,
THE YOU,
will have a place for me in your crumpled heart.
I still feel the burn whenever you ask me
it's not a heart burn i feel,
more like a constant stab with a heated blade,
slowly stinging
my hearts half full you know
half filled with lies mixed in childlike fantasies
what use is a damaged soul

US marshalls rule

oh my, i love the US
they have the funniest shit going on everyday
even during a pursuit at criminals
watching COPS on tele...
and saw this offender, who crashed his car after being chased by cops for something...i dont' know, something to do with taking off his clothes...o_O
ANYWAY...
when the cops finally got him, here's the funny bit.
cops usually arrest people by asking them to put their hands on their heads and they handcuff them form the back and says all the rights and stuff
well, these cops, instead of just tying the criminal's hands.....heh
THEY TIED HIS LEGS!......wtf
and they carried him into the car like they were moving a pig.....tied on all fours...LOL
nice one...that's something you don't see everyday.

conversations

mich: i'm attracted to guys with curly hair
chloe: oh really?
loon: chloe's attracted to guys with small eyes..heh
mich: ah, that's cute
chloe: yeah i think they're cute that way, i just like guys with single eye-lids
mich: i'm into guys with glasses
loon: o_O
mich: not guys who wear glasses just for the fun of it. I mean those who actually NEED glasses.
loon: with stylish glasses?
mich: no, even normal types, i'm just into that. Doesn't mean i'm into nerds okey.
loon: eh, you know, it's actually really bad to call people nerd.
mich: true, i think it's unnecessary to categorize people that way. I'd use it as a joke round you guys....but never to be serious about it, like "Hey, you nerd! get outta my fuckin way!" or whatever...
chloe: oh yeah.
loon: mmhmmm, but why glasses?
mich: i don't know
chloe: hey, what about you loon?
loon: huh?
chloe: oh wait, what about your...erm, what's his name again....shit....ta...t..t..ta...
mich: KAM SENG MO! TAKESHI!!!
chloe: YA YA!
loon: oh god.
mich: hey i heard that he lives in Taiwan
loon: no, he lives in Japan.
mich: oh really. hmmm, must've got the wrong info.
loon: he prefers Japan because of the paparazzis. There aren't that many in Japan.
mich: oh isn't there?
loon: apparently not. And besides, he's kinda like a hermit.
mich: he's a homo???
loon: I SAID HERMIT!
mich: LOL, i thought you said he's a homo....you're into homos...ahaha
loon: shut up...
mich: hey, you know why homosapiens are extinct....
loon: we're homosapiens
mich: i know we are. you know how in museums, they have mannequins of ancient tribes and caveman, i meant THOSE kinda homosapiens
loon: oh...
mich: so you know why?
loon: nope
chloe: why?
mich: think about the name..
loon: ... homosapiens......OH! ahaha
mich: you get me now?
loon: yeah!
chloe: what are homosapiens?
mich: -_-'
loon: -_-'
chloe: i really don't know
mich: we are homosapiens chloe, humans, we're just given a better name to be called by
loon: haha
chloe: but how are they extinct?
mich: ... homo.....HOMO....HOMOsapiens???
chloe: OH HAHA!
mich: hey, i think i'll stop using the word gay, and replace it with homo
loon: what the...
chloe: oh my god, that is a good idea.
mich: oh yeah....heh, you homo...
chloe: ahahaha
mich: ahahahahahaha, we're such homos
loon: what the f.....

stroll upon thy lucious green

as i stand by waiting for a tram, i see cyclists passing by
one after the other, all different
one's got tight pants on (probably to avoid losing his shorts, but i do wonder about the heat then.)
another cyclist, middle aged, wearing an old white construction-sight helmet (looks rather depressing looking at him, seemed almost as if he has nothing left to lose in his life other than his bike)
then comes the female rider.
though i wonder what's on her mind,
because it seems as she was riding as if though riding with fear, fear of hurting herself - back right up straight, hands far from her chest and her head slightly tilting backwards.
i hear sneezing, continuous sneezing far ahead of me.
i looked forward, saw an elderly japanese tourist sitting on the bench - his wife standing of course, as he sneezes 8 times, that's a record.
also, i couldn't help but notice the people further down the street
smoking on a hot summer day, adults dressed in long sleeves and tight blue jeans
watching them, makes me feel like i'm shut tight in a popcorn machine ready to blast in heat
it's interesting to observe the public at times, when you feel the need to.
you get to understand the different expressions and guess the personalities as you go by
sometimes things can be seriously examined, sometimes just take it as a joke
i find it better to entertain myself in such a way
strange, but maybe you should try
it works..
really...

double tap! double tap!

shocking display this night

been minding my own business after coming back from dinner at Old Towns (had "bah kut teh", but there's only "kut" no "bah", so it was "kut teh" for me...lol)
anyway, came back, started revision on some work, english to be exact.
blah blah blah.....you know what happens during revisions..(never comes to an end, it always gets lost in between, thus me getting lost into my music! muaha)

my brother was about to leave to meet the new international kids (kev's a floor senior)
so he checks his list for their names, and guess what he discovered?!


GUESS!!

he came upon a girl named, wait for it......"Ms Chien Fang, Wong"!

holy crap on a cracker!
she's from singapore and she's the same age as me, studying in Trin College.
kev and i just went "OH! OH! OH! Oh NO!"
coincidence? HELL YEAH!
i wanna meet her.
Now there's "Ms Chein Fung, Wong" & "Ms Chien Fang, Wong"

cheese

creamy predictions rendering from my past
i see sally sitting with me
only me is who you think is thee but....
i think i'll walk along the beach
cause this moments hard to swallow in without a piece of chicago cheese..
mmmm...




mojo swag
doh!

dash

looked into the mirror, you saw the Lord

bullshit says I

*smitten thunder hailed
run...yes.....

.......running............................................................

never toy with thee ALmighty

absolute indigestive statements

struGGlin knows me and i know strugglin

aMMunition is what i need...

...any to spare?

heart pulse i see

up
down
up
down
up
down
up
up
up
up
_____________________

ooPS
was that me?



...meh, fuck it...

hate it when you tell me not to swear
bloody arse

St Petersburg's coefficient

don't say anything.
peace.
bullocks!

spell my name

Mindless

Integrated

Compact

Hereditary

Eliminates

Lankly

Lunged

Eskimos....

unconditioned

ARGH! SCHOOL! WHAT THE FUCK!



-_-'

(my expressions exactly)

call it foundation why don't ya!, bloody vic education minister! ain't got no commonsense!

...
...

hope you burn......

bah, better get going,

might miss the train o_O









FUCK!

dream a little

last night, i dreamed of a dream.

strange but yes.

dreamed i was dreaming.

doesn't happen often to me though.

but if you've had that before,

i think that you too find it to be of an awkwardly unexpected moment.

not gonna tell you about the dream,

cause you might think that i'm some freak or whatever

besides, you'll know the secrets buried deep down inside.

not gonna take that chance buddy! HAH!

i didn't realize that i was dreaming a dream until just now when i woke up.

it was kind of an ironic dream, quite obviously too

but you wouldn't know huh...

meh, been having awkward dreams ever since THAT day.

don't really understand the reasons behind these dreams

nor why i've been dreaming so often

seems like a daily job now,

only that it's done during the night...o_O

must be something...something i didn't notice.

do i need a shrink?

yes/no??

effects of war

why are most Asian guys(especially from HK) are kinda slim and they seem to look anorexic?
here's an answer
no, it's not that they're not eating enough, or they're on a diet.
it's because they haven't won the opium war in china..
heh..XP