Don't Let 'Em Say You Ain't Beautiful...

A couple of significant events had occured this June holiday, which I have yet to update about. But not today. There was my secondary school reunion and the CIP at Changi with my track buddies (I had to wake up at 4 in the freaking a.m for that!). But I'll update about that some other time.
I came up with a study plan for the holidays, so I have to stick to it as best as I can, if I intend to finish my revision in time for the Block Test 2. It has been helpful because it reminds me how much I still have to go in my revision and how much time I have left. Urgency and pressure have always helped me study more effectively, unfortunately. Boy, nothing can really explain the immense joy in cancelling off the topics you have covered on that piece of paper. I call it the 'stroke of pure bliss'. I try to keep up with it, really, I promise, but my family keeps having these dinner outings. And a girl's gotta eat! So I tag along and my whole study plan for the day is messed up! I am about 2 days behind in my revision schedule so I really have to start kicking into full gear, man.
But one should not neglect one's responsibilities as a blog-owner. So here I am to tell you that I am still breathing.
Besides, I'd like to think that it is important for me to post about stuff like these because I believe that it is always good to know that you are not the only one struggling and pressing for time. Revision period is always an ordeal, but one can definitely take comfort in knowing that everyone is in the same deep pile of shit as you are. You are not alone, my friends!

Know this: The hardest bone in the human body is the jawbone.

Tell Me

How could you?

Know this: The most common time for a wake up call is 7 a.m.

Mission Possible

I would like to thank Mummy Dearest for accompanying me around Singapore yesterday. Thank you for not complaining when we got lost and when I was walking too fast and left you behind (like, way behind). Thank you for listening to me talk, talk and talk about that somebody, for hours. I heart you! And I promise, the minute I get a boyfriend, I will not trouble you to accompany me for things like these again. Unless, you insist of course.
The plan we came up with is perfect. And I will execute it as best as I can. Although my part is rather small, albeit significant, the success of this mission has much to do with other circumstances as well, circumstances beyond my control. But if luck is on my side and life is kind to me (just this once), I'm sure everything will go smoothly and I'll make you proud, Mummy!

How could I not have seen this when it has been right there, under my nose all this time. Well, better late than never, they say. I AM SO EXCITED!

Know this: A recent study at Harvard has shown that eating chocolate can actually help you live longer.

The Love of Three Oranges

The college play was some time ago, but I think it is still worth mentioning. The play was a little different than what I expected, considering the proximity between the actors and the audience. But I liked the switch from the conventional way. A more refreshing and unique experience, is what it was. I must congratulate the actors and actresses for putting on a great show. And really they were really good. From their articulate speeches, to the projection of their voices, to their I-don't-care-how-silly-I-look attitude. They were in it 110%, I could tell. And having to perform 4 times, twice within a day, back to back must be really tough. But they lived up to the challenge and produced a commendable and admirable performance! Kuddos, guys. Also, I simply must mention, I loved the door gifts.

Of course, what is an outing with my girls without our usual photo-shoots? We stayed out longer this time and sat by the bay to talk (I know, like we don't talk enough in school already, but we really LOVE to talk!). Had a blast, as usual, girls!

Trust me, I hated myself for doing it, again and again.

Know this: The force of 1 billion people jumping at the same time is equal to 500 tons of TNT.

Don't Hate, Congratulate!

I shall admit that I was extremely shocked myself when Kris Allen reigned champion in American Idol. I was convinced that Lambert was the crowd favourite and the votes for him will just pour in exponentially. Lambert was the obvious choice, so I had actually made peace with my favourite losing this season to a worthy opponent. Allen's victory was a pleasant surprise. Although I always find myself looking forward to Lambert's performances every week, it has always been Allen's tender and humble performances that left a deeper impression on me. His version of 'Falling Slowly' caught my attention and I have paid attention to him ever since. From his smile, to his sexy-to-the-maximum-jawline; and from his sultry voice to his a-little-trying-too-hard-but-he-still-looks-cute dance moves (most apparent in Abdul's choreography) to the adorable way his jaw slants to the side when he belts his last notes, I love Allen to bits. One should not love Allen any less because he's triumph meant Lambert's loss. It's not his fault.

Don't hate the player, hate the game.

Wish you all the best Kris Allen. May you melt the hearts of everyone, just like you did mine.

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On a side note, I must congratulate the SAJC Girls Soccer Team for making our school proud with a victorious 1st-runner up position. You girls put on a fantastic game today! Up and on.

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Know this: The winner of American Idol Season 8, Kristopher Neil Allen was born on the 21st of June 1985.

Great Expectations

Aside from the unfortunate fact that I have a test based on this book by Charles Dickens tomorrow, this title also very much applies to my life right now. No, I shan't bore you with my hopes, dreams and aspirations. I tend to weave these between my other posts anyway.

However, it struck me these days not to have high expectations on some people, especially when they have let you down once before. You pretend not to care because these people are just not worth your concern and what did not happen must not be dwelled upon, but the truth of the matter is, you care. And you care, a lot. Especially when it is the only thing you look forward to the whole mundane day; the only thing that will make the whole journey to school worthwhile. Yes, I realised that one's happiness should not be placed into the hands of other people. Because, just as they have the power to make your life seem a brighter place, they have the power to to take that away from you as well. Then what happens? What happens to you, then?

School has been really rough lately with the major examinations emerging once again. At times like these, the smallest glimmer of hope for a better day is crucial. Very very crucial. I suggest everyone should take the opportunity to make someone's day every day. A smile or any other friendly gestures will suffice, I'm sure. Remember to be kind. Everyone's struggling.

So make my day. I'm counting on you.

Know this: In ancient Rome it was considered a sign of leadership to be born with a crooked nose.

A Less Boring Concern

I need validation. I am growing more and more impatient. Giving up, pretty soon. It won't be easy but anything is better than this. One more week is all you have. One word is all I need.

Know this: In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes, the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. That's where the phrase, "Goodnight, sleep tight" came from.