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Thursday, January 31, 2008




Vintage Club in Deviantart - smokedval

9:01 PM

Today's GP quiz.

What are the 3 organs of state?
Answer: Parliament of State, Central Administration Centre...
Answer put down: Heart, Lungs, Kidneys

What is the difference between missions and embassy?
Answer: Something about commonwealth...
Answer put down: Spelling

What is the total length of roads in Singapore?
Answer: 3000km
Answer put down: 12km

Number of outlying islands in Singapore?
Answer: 63
Answer put down: 5 (we counted using fingers)

Sheesh, Noreen thinks they count every rock or something. XD

8:39 PM

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

It's a searing pain really, that comes upon you when you are alone, with too much time on your hands. Exhaustion kicks in, but it doesn't quite take over you enough. And you find yourself running through the day's events, miniscule, insignificant details that suddenly make themselves all too plain.

Sometimes I try to hide from the glaring truth. I cloak myself with fantasies, illusions that have no place in this reality. Sometimes I find I even lose my purpose. It scares me.

I'm beginning to despair. Really I am. I need God's hand now.

11:57 PM

My rationale for 2.4km: How many retakes can they really have?

I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang. I need to learn teleportation from BingYang.

10:44 PM

I've been called many things before. Most of them weren't very flattering, to be honest, but I don't think I've been called an innocent beauty before.

I strongly believe the honour should be reserved for kids. (if it was even a compliment)

8:14 PM

Monday, January 28, 2008

Everything in Creation

Oh if I could wax lyrical,
What would I rave about?
Would it be the waving flowers of the field,
Or about the morning's freshest dew?
Could I gaze ardently at the clearest sky,
Or relish in the breeze that rushes by?
Breathe in the heady scent of freshly-baked bread,
Or peruse a thrilling book never read?
To admire artworks of the abstractest kind,
Wondering if the artists were colour-blind.
To soar on the wings of the softest melodies,
While tangling yourself in the most complex of harmonies.
Now tenderly hold a baby in your arms,
Fall prey to a child's most innocent charms.

Oh it's the most alluring of temptations,
Just to gush about everything in Creation.

3:58 PM

I didn't die! (ignoring the fact that I near fainted)

You guys can put away the champagne now. Too bad. Tsk.

3:44 PM

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Some random things to note:

1. The facebook requests are piling up. They're reaching about 200 plus.
2. I spend more time gazing at cute kids than drooling after hot guys.
3. I regret not stealing Zhen Jie's first kiss.
4. I have thirteen loves to date, which does not include the anime guys. Such a fickle girl.
5. I'm going to die tomorrow.

Should i make a will?

10:18 PM

Sheesh. There are several people I would happily torture, hang upside down, and murder in cold blood now. Yes blood, more blood, and even more blood. Which will then qualify me as a fully certified vampire. OH yes, I can almost envision Edward. What luscious lips. Along with a perfectly-chiselled body.

Please let me die before end February. Or rather, before tomorrow's PE.

Oh wait. I want to rant a bit about sevenths. Not the most conventional melodic interval found in classical music, but there's a unique sound to it. C-B-C. G-F#-G. It makes your heart tense up as it proceeds from the tonic to the slightly-off leading note, but as it resolves your heart calms itself down again, and you just realise how poignantly alluring that sounded. mm. Poignant. My new favourite word.

Okay. I have decided. If the teacher still adamantly insists that I run the 2.4 distance just so he or she can watch me shrivel up and die, I'll insist she telephone the SPCA to send a van down to pick up the mortally injured animal.

OR, I can just skip it and spend my time in a more lucrative environment, namely, the Library.

6:56 PM

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Yu Li said she missed my off-beat clapping during chapel.

While I do miss Chapel in MG, I was relatively sure my clapping was NOT off-beat. I can't help it if the rest of the cohort has no rhythm sense. XD

On a side note, all the best KK.

11:11 PM

Dear Father-in-heaven,

Have I ever told You how much You rock? You said to trust in You with all our hearts, and lean not on our own understanding (goodness knows how little my mind can possibly comprehend). To acknowledge You in all my ways, and You will make my paths straight.

Thank you dear Lord, for my results, even though I sure didn't deserve it at all. With Your guidance, I have crossed one of the few milestones the MOE have set up in the education system!

But even as people around me delight in our results, help us to never forget who was really behind it all. You, O Lord, are truly Lord of all the earth (MOE included), and nothing is impossible for thee. Yet I pray that You show me what You intend in my life, whether as a kindergarten teacher or some other occupation, whether in HwaChong or in Trueway, help me to fulfill the purpose you have set out for me.

All glory be to thee!

In Jesus' precious Name I pray,
Amen

5:46 PM

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

How dewdrops form

The sun's rays like a halo
Lingering over dewdrops
Caress the soft petals coyly
So refreshingly charming
Like the glimpse of a newfound paradise

Rippling melodies
Like the splash of oars against the waters
Garlands of arpeggios
Blends of harmonies
Akin to the soft wash of watercolours

A lone strain of heartache
Flawless in its rendition
So excruciatingly beautiful
Yet poignant and poised
Consummate in its rapture

The delicate touch again
A brush of soft wings
Velvet on ivory
Blessings so extravagant
The dewdrops form

10:19 PM

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Holding a newborn baby in your arms is a simply sublime experience, comparable to lingering in the complexity of melodies and perusing witty texts. Having the dear little one burrow it's head in the crook of your shoulder, chew on your shirt sleeve, and quite literally, drool all over you.

Aren't you constantly astounded by the very existence of creation? I'm awestruck.

Just stop. Where-ever you are. Look at the trees. Why and how do they grow? Or maybe the concrete wall, how does the materials that constitute it even come into being? Then look inside. The very fact that you can think, you know that your existence exists, you know that you are Vera. (If you're not Vera, you may ignore the last statement.)

I can't begin to describe my feelings. To even assume everything exists because of random chance or evolution is simply nonsense to me. Creation. That's the key word.

Just thinking about it makes my head hurt. It's mind-boggling. Really. It's all around, it's so basic, something we take for granted so easily. How I can type this post, how I can see what I'm typing, how Cyrus can sit on the sofa and bite his finger unconsciously. Be it actions, abilities, or matter itself, everything's just so ... they say the possibilities are infinite. To me, it's existence that my mind cannot even begin to contemplate.

My head hurts so much. Ow.

10:57 PM

Saturday, January 19, 2008

I've always thought the violin produced tones of raw passion, be it the lingering dolce, or the plaintive doloroso.

Sometimes like the lick of honeyed sugar, sometimes a searing pain akin to a burning scar.
So harsh it's bewitching. So exquisite, it's liquid agony.

Primitive expression the result of carefully-controlled execution.

9:46 PM

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

A13 is so ON man. Dear Ye Hui signed everyone up for Drama Fest, no matter what acting or makeup or backstage or script-writing. Never mind that we found out that we actually had to audition for it. Haha. And never mind that not everyone in class was present when Ye Hui was doing the signing up.

And I do declare my love for my Angel dying away. SO, I shall be incredibly evil and be EXTRA NICE to my Mortal just to spite my Angel. MUHAHAHA.

I tried all the brass instruments today.. except tuba (namely because the guy took one look at me and said "you no play big tuba") Trumpet, french horn, trombone, EEW-PHO-NIUM, Sax. But since I'm such an utterly indecisive, fickle-minded airy-fairy kind of person, I harrassed my poor seniors on which instrument to take, and in the end, still didn't make any sort of final conclusion. : P

Should I stay in HC, I think after a period or two of history lessons with the wonderful Mr Tay, my mindset will be horribly warped. Apparently according to him, all Malay monarches spent their lives smoking opium, watching chickens fight, and eating satay. He's an incredibly deranged person I find. I also learnt from the faculty times that New Castle is antonymous with the words "good defense"

Just some of the quirky stuff that happen in HC.

11:26 PM

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Creation song - Look at the World

Look at the world, everything all around us:
Look at the world, and marvel every day.
Look at the world: so many joys and wonders,
So many miracles along our way.

Praise to thee, O Lord, for all creation,
Give us thankful hearts, that we may see:
All the gifts we share, and every blessing,
All things come of thee.

Look at the earth bringing forth fruit and flower;
Look at the sky, the sunshine and the rain;
Look at the hills, look at the trees and mountains,
Valley and flowing river, field and plain:

Think of the spring, think of the warmth of summer
Bringing the harvest before the winter's cold.
Everything grows, everything has a season,
Till it is gathered to the Father's fold.

Every good gift, all that we need and cherish
Comes from the Lord in token of His love;
We are His hands, stewards of all His bounty;
His is the earth, and His the heavens above:

Praise to thee, O Lord, for all creation,
Give us thankful hearts, that we may see:
All the gifts we share, and every blessing,
All things come of thee.

my favouritest song.

I wonder if we have really opened our eyes to the astounding magnificence of God's creation all around us.
Or perhaps, have we just been living blindly and numbly all this while.
Open your eyes.
Open your heart.
Look at the world.

4:35 PM

Saturday, January 12, 2008

I learnt a new phrase from Hwa Chong, and it's called 自HIGH.

It's a peculiar condition one finds themselves in when playing games, or during campfires, when emotions and feelings run high, and we literally find ourselves jumping high up in the air for no apparent reason.

Well, it happened last night. Like Mass 自HIGH... I'm very happy I came to HWA CHIONG AR! Hahaa.
Inside joke, inside joke.

We won the skit!!! : ))) Even though all I had to do was to act sleepy and grumpy, get mock-kissed by a guy, and fall into eternal sleep. Sleeping bluetee indeed.

War games is a lovely tradition that I hope the admin will never succeed in taking out of the J1 Orientation. Despite the occasional roll in the mud, being waterbomb targets when you find yourself in enemy territory, or even being swarmed by ungentlemenly guys who have only one notion which is to remove you from their boundaries, it is an exceedingly enjoyable process of pure, unalloyed fun.

Rather contradictory though.

Ic1: So the four houses will be competing against each other to win the War games!
*Everyone cheers*
Ic2: Oh but remember ah, we are still one Hwa Chong farmily!

Inside joke again.

12:10 PM

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

flûte

There is something so astoundingly aching about the sound, or dare I say, the song of a flute. It is as though the air itself was spiralling inwards to produce that pure, pure tone.

The high notes are burdened with a deep-seated melancholy, so beautifully controlled it screams for release. The low-pitched notes are an entirely different matter altogether. Mellow and dulcet they are, like stroking the velvety petals of a rose in full bloom.

Then as though the tone itself was not enough to astonish you, the player does the funny thing to your heart as you hear the rubato, subtly straining against your heartstrings with every fluctuation.

Crystal, crystal, clear.

12:11 AM

Sunday, January 6, 2008

...................................................................................................................................
All are formally invited to join us as we celebrate the union of
Hong Zhen Jie
&
Vera Chng Jia Yu
*this invitation is specially extended to all children under six years of age
............................................................................................................
A wedding that will take place ten years later.
I am simply thrilled to declare that I have received my second proposal of marriage since I've turned sixteen! And from no one other than Zhen Jie!
It went something like this.
ZJ: Eh Vera, you marry me and be my wife okay?
Vera: Sure.. ten years later.
Tada!

7:24 PM

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Of all life God created, humans are certainly not the most beautiful, the most graceful, neither are they the most alluring or captivating beings that have walked this earth. Of course, children are another matter altogether. However, I fear I may be developing a rather compulsive yet disturbing habit otherwise known as people-watching.

To watch the complex interplay of emotions on one's face, the queer reactions and idiosyncractic mannerisms we each possess... it's an impromptu drama on invisible stages.

I'm very frankly surprised to see how a simple smile can transform that stern woman's face, or why that young boy would be so ardently kissing his baby brother who is attempting to chew his shoelace. I spied a father looking on with undisguised disapproval at his son, who was running around a signboard for some obscure reason. No sweat, I wanted to tell him, I have brothers who used to do it, and will still do it.

Teenage girls, adorned like christmas trees during the season peak, strolling hand in hand with possessive guys who plaster themselves to their girlfriends, listening intently to every word that falls from the female's lips, responding with the occasional intellectual grunt or nod. Outside shops selling feminine clothing and accessories, the usual pack of teenage guys or husbands hang around, waiting for their female counterparts to deplet their bank accounts. They lean against walls, attempting to blend into the background, the slight tinge of embarrassment or boredom in their face. The most pitiful however, are those who end up standing outside lingerie shops, no doubt fervently wishing they were at a more erm.. appropriate location.

The young girls always move around in packs, commenting on the most insignificant and random things about them. The lone boy amongst them, or perhaps the two odd guys, keep to themselves. Blatantly being ignored. And ignoring, to be fair.

I long for MGS, Elaine, Ellie, Bernice, YuLi, Sophia, Wan Xiang, and all the rest. While HC and OG25 are pretty nice, nothing's really like MG. Mass dance is fun though. Real fun. We should have it for YZ. :)

Oh Lord of light, of form and hue,
Who has created all things new,
Create in me, from shapeless clay,
An instrument on which you play.

God of the dance that planets tread,
Who walks beside and soars ahead,
O let me move to worship Thee;
Come, Holy Spirit, dance with me

God of the Living Word, Poet of Time,
teach me Your words in Your cadence and rhyme.
O Lord of beauty, Lord of art,
Who gives a song for every heart,

Carve out my life, reshape and mold;
And be the Artist of my soul.

An ode, perhaps. But since this is the first post in 2008, I shall type here my resolutions, so that I may be reminded of it (and thereby forced to abide by it).

1. Even though I am convinced that I am already the kindest, sweetest, most affectionate, indulgent, understanding, good-natured, amiable sister that as ever walked this earth, I shall strive to be even more tolerant towards my brothers and their daily antics.

2. To master how to play the church songs properly. While I know I will never reach the standards of Auntie Ern Chi, or Samuel, not even with several lifetimes at hand, I will do my best to make use of this talent to serve God. It's really the least I can do.

That's it. While I know 3 is a nicer and more round-off number, I think I'm already going to have problems fulfilling this two. An ambitious person I am not.

10:11 PM

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Oh will someone save me please
I see my doom just over the horizon
A dark silhouette
A gaily wave
And that sniggering smile behind it all
Shrieks of defiance
Carried by mulish waves of acerbity
Echo ineffectually
Rebounding as
A sheer reminder
A malicious prod
Of the abominable
Yet inexorable
Final of Truths
To dawn upon the new day

Oh sun, won't you stop for me?

11:07 PM