15 mins break

Another 15 min break.

You are 100% Aquarius

How Aquarius Are You?

Like I didn't know. Weird diet and sleeping habits and all.

You're All Grown Up

Congratulations, you're living in the adult world now. Even though it may have been difficult at first, you've taken responsibility in your life. You have a great job, fantastic friends, and a grown up wardrobe. And you're probably on your way to a very successful life!

Do You Need to Grow Up?

HAHA! That's really new.

Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Spiderman

"I have always been standing in your doorway. Isn't it about time somebody saved your life?"

What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?

Ooo very sexy.

What I can do in 10 mins.

You Should Get a JD (Juris Doctor)

You're logical, driven, and ruthless. You'd make a mighty fine lawyer.

What Advanced Degree Should You Get?

Guys Like That You're Fun

You're the type of girl guys brag about knowing That's because you're cool, funny, and laid back You're smart enough to know how to be one of the guys But flirty enough to know how to make them all want you

What Do Guys Like About You?

THAT'S NEW!!

Your Vibe Is Secretly Sexy

Sexy isn't exactly a word you'd use to describe yourself But you have a quite allure that certain men feel appealing You don't need to flaunt your stuff to be sexier A little more confidence in yourself, and you'll really light up a room!

How Sexy Is Your Vibe?

HAHAHA more confidence!?

Your Inner Pop Princess Is Hilary Duff

"I'm shedding Shedding every color Trying to find a pigment of truth Beneath my skin" You're sweet and cute, but a little more complex than that.

Who's Your Inner Pop Princess?

HAHAHA

Update

Thanks for everyone's kind concern, but I've found my ruler!!! Yay!!! And to Bobbert it's a REAL ruler and NOT a guy!!! Why on earth would I look for a guy under my bed!! Though I admit that sounds pretty exciting provided the guy is hot!! OK I'm giving my horny side away.

On a random note I think God's really really nice to me cos I guess I'm a happy person cos I don't think too much. Or at least I wave everything away very quickly so things don't bother me as much as they do to some people.

Exams are coming. And I'm wasting all my time doing random things. I'm swearing off the comp for a while. Just see how long I'll last.

A bit confused now about some things. But oh well.

You Are Storm

Exotic and powerful, Storm descended from a line of African priestesses. Emotions can effect your powers, but you are generally serene. Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning

Which of the X-Men Are You?

HAHA!!
forgive me. I was quite bored.

Missing Ruler

It's never easy to write a beautiful, coherent entry and I've never known how to begin properly, even when I exciting things to share.

Anyway, today began quite marvellously. It was a lovely morning I spent in school, followed by an excellent, bright and sunny afternoon (though a little too sunny) and I thought to myself on my way home on the public bus that it'd be the best day to study. What more could motivate me to hide myself in an air-conditioned room for longer than what is healthy? (I am assuming you've forgotten my favourite pasttime though.)

I rushed home (as in spiritually, because royals are required to keep their composure), took a shower and sat myself down in my boudoir-cum-study. I removed the 30cm pile of rubble from my desk and placed them, staggering a little, on my bed. I took Sammi (as in the pencil case, not the lady) out and started placing my stationery in neat lines parallel to each other and to the ends of my table, because it is, well, my anal habit to do so. It was then that to be absolute and utter HORROR, I noticed the absence of my trusty clear-and-grey ruler!!!

I calmed myself down, muttered a little prayer for strength and sat my hefty bottom on my bed. Where could it be? There was absolutely no way I was going to let my favourite ruler leave my side. I've developed deep feelings for that ruler of mine. He's a beautiful thing, and though only 15 centimetres tall, he has a sexy and very distinct scar across his mid-section, which is, incidentally, how I identify my little ruler. After all, he's the only one who's been really sweet, accompanying me throughout my days in Sec 4 and in Hwa Chong up till now. I was going to find him, and I was completely determined to do so.

I searched around suspiciously, for bits and pieces, tiny little clues to where he might have been hiding. But that elusive little brat refused to emerge, despite my desperate and repeated attempts to lure him into a dramatic re-appearance. I began to think like and behave like Holmes (Sherlock, not Katie), searching, peering, even going on all fours to search beneath my bed and frog-rug for him. I was very tempted to jump on my maid from behind and question her about the Missing Ruler, but I withheld myself. And even after twenty minutes of search, there wasn't a single sight, nor the slightest clue of him.

Well, there are several reasons to his sudden disppearance. One of my girl-friends might have borrowed him for the night. Or maybe he slipped out of Sammi when I brought them to school, and is now lonely and deserted in an obscure location (or Lo! the garbage!). But nevertheless, I assume he is gone for now and probably forever.

When it's time to let him go, I'll just let go. :)

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

To think I was still singing along to "Screwed" just a while ago!

For Want of Something to Say

"For Want of Something to Say"- that's the title I have bequeathed to my entry today. So just forgive me for rambling themelessly and aimlessly today.

I'm not sure if any of you have read Lolita by Vladimir Nobokov (I think Vladimir is an outstanding name although I understand it's pretty common in Russia? But becuase Vladimir sounds so exotic and it reminds me a little of Dracula.), but I in the middle of ingesting it now and I find it a horribly exciting book. For the unenlightened it's actually about Humbert Humbert, a paedophile and his relationship with a 12-year-old girl named (surprise, surprise) Lolita. I'm only halfway through the text but I'm completely hooked on to it because it terribly thrilling. Not the sexual parts (which don't really exist by the way) but the way Nobokov has crafted his story and the diction. To be honest I've always lived in the fantasy world of chick lit, and it's only recently that I've come to realise why true literature is so much adored. Every choice of word changes the texture of the characters and the story, and I truly marvel at how Nobokov can be so accurate in his descriptions and use of English (which is not his native language by the way though he was educated in Cambridge).

I know most Science students and even some Arts students can't really appreciate it as much but there's just so much beauty in some pieces of writing that you really feel slightly delirious with amazement and appreciation of how some authors can truly, like what Roy said, turn the "language into your slave" and serve your needs directly. And ironically it's during Mrs. Ang's lessons that I've learnt to see this very lovely aspect of literature.

On a lighter and random note I think Madonna has a really attractive voice!! OK maybe not attractive but very uhm interesting voice. Her older songs like Like a Virgin and Material Girl absolutely rock!!!

Actually I'm just writing nonsense to avoid having to return to studying. Ladeeda. LALALA! Boom dee boom. Doodeedoodeedoo!!

OK that sounded a bit insane. Going off now ta!

Mugging

It's two weeks to the preliminary examinations and I'm getting a little anxious. Not like leg-hair-tugging, wrinkle-creating kinda anxious, but more like sitting-on-bed-and-thinking-I-should-not-be-here kinda anxious. Studying has never been congruent with my way of life and I guess it will never be. But anyhow, such incongruency will have to be dragged and left outside my doorstep and ignored no matter how he rings the bell.

Perhaps one of my greatest weaknesses is the bed. I can sleep any number of hours a day, and all I need is my boudoir, my big Queen's size bed (clearly named after myself), my bolster for assurance and my big froggy for companionship in absence of desired flesh and blood. Air conditioning would be a blessing of course and I constantly shower myself with blessings daily. But in view of the upcoming Prelims perhaps I should throw Sleep out as well, and try to ignore his very sultry stares shot from my doorstep.

Now that Sleep and my Incongruency with Studying is well out of the way, I should embark on my glorious journey to education and learning. Maybe Dilligence would turn out as a hunk and get me hooked on mugging.

Dream on.

Mixed

Something celebratory happened today, and I'm really glad for the parties involved!! I'm sure at least one of them reads my blog, so if you see this just now that I'll always be behind you!! I'm really optimistic about this one, and I'm sure everyone else too! All the way my darlings but don't forget me!! Hee!

Then again, one of my MGS teachers, Miss Goh, passed away this morning after a long battle with cancer. She never taught me, but I had a lasting impression of her due to several reasons. For one because she was famous for her 100% A1s for chem and her ultra strict lessons, and even though she was a small woman (about my height) and quite skinny, but most of us were terrified of her. And also because she told me off once because I sat with my legs crossed (the lady way, not the ugly-guy way) during the Founders' Day Rehearsal, which I still find puzzling up till this day. And of course how, during our Emergency Exercise, she literally barked at all of us to continuing standing, and how she carried her loudhailer yelling at everyone, but I guess everyone, like me, was more amused than terrified. But what was more unforgettable was how she always had a smile for all of us, and though she never taught me, I still remember how she stopped me outside the staff room to compliment me on a performance. And that's when I really felt the warmth of MG teachers, how they really value every student and love everyone of us, and see each of us as real individuals rather than A-spinning-machines like some other schools I might mention.

But anyhow, I'm glad that Miss Goh truly exemplified the true MGS spirit and fought to her last. I'm sure she's in a better place now, with God by her side.