La Musique

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

You know I really love Jessica.

Over the phone.
Aloe: So what songs are you singing for Sunday?
Jessica: I wanted something on creation... so at first I wanted to sing "Let everything that has breath", but then I was afraid I have not enough breath to sing it.

HAHA. And I realised how I like my guys.

- cute
- bespectacled
- below 6 years of age

Actually, I like them even better when they can't walk. So then I can catch them easily and hug and kiss them without having to exert any form of needless energy in running after them. : )

And deborah, please marry me. *waves ring happily*

10:24 PM

Monday, February 25, 2008

You must stare into his eyes. So bright and liquidy, you can see the reflection of yourself in his pupils. Stay there, just a mere inch away from his face. He will lean towards you slightly, so that both your noses are touching.

Now GRAB THE OPPORTUNITY TO STEAL HIS FIRST KISS!

Haha. I love Gabriel. Though I'm not supposed to give away my first kiss, that's the way I want to lose it.

10:11 PM

Sunday, February 24, 2008

I find church such a haven.

I wonder what God's calling is for me. Am I not in tune enough? Even when I play the piano for God, it's all conflicting emotions. Half of me wants to play so badly, to use something I can do to glorify God, and the other half just wants to wilt of anxiety and premature stage fright? It's like knowing you can do something, and you want to do it, but there's always someone better, more willing to do it, and you're unsure of what step to take.

I want to be a missionary, I want to work with kids. Or a music intern like what Auntie Marilyn once was. To be able to devote my entire life to God, could I, am I? Sometimes I think that's why I lack ambition. Even when people around me say my grades are so good or whatever, or if I'll be something so great in the future, the absence of the desire to achieve will never lead me anywhere noble. Occasionally I have thought, "Am I lacking ambition so that God can use me?"

The uncertainty is pervading. Like the emptiness of a hollow.
I think I'm grasping for the intangible. But it's something we do all the time.

9:28 PM

Monday, February 18, 2008

I took to snowboarding like an ostrich to the sky.

We try, and try, and try, but to little avail, all the while looking incredibly ridiculous. Snowboarding is an excruciatingly humiliating sport.

To be fair, everyone fell. But I guess I just happened to fall a lot more. Frontward, backward, sideways, I fell in every way imaginable. I had barely moved on my board before I fell myself either staring at the sky, or kissing the ground ardently.

Maybe its just my poor sense of balance, or that my body has this strange overpowering inclination to prove the law of gravity in front of five other apparently more physically-inclined guys. Tim and Cyrus were learning how to twist and turn in loops and "S". I was still learning how to stop myself. After a while, I decided that if I wanted to stop myself, I didn't have to do the toeside thingy or the heelside thingy, I'll just simply fall in any way that doesnt involve crashing against someone and will cause the least embarrassment.

My body seems to prefer to fall backwards. The amazing thing is, I don't even realise it until I end up flat out gazing at the clouds with snowflakes dusting my face. Laughter may be heard randomly from some other poor bystander who happened to witness my spectacular fall. And the wonderful part is, it is so, so, so difficult to get up from that position. I found myself frequently trying to get up, then falling back again, and by the time I actually managed to heave myself up into an upright position, there would be this guy not five metres away smiling and grinning to himself for no apparent reason (me).

Oh sure, there was an instructor. I tried vainly, or my body did, to convince him that I was his worst student ever. But he insisted no, definitely trying to be nice there. And at the last part on the carpet slope thingy, while all the rest of the guys just snowboarded, or cruised down on their own speed and will, the instructor was holding my hand as I attempted to even remain upright and avoid crashing into people. It was pretty safe (and terribly shameful) that way, but after a few metres, the instructor decided to be funny and betrayed me!!! He let go of me!!!

Nothing very significant there, until you take into account that an accident-prone unstable female is going down at a relatively fast speed on a crowded hill filled with children on their skis and adults doing doing goodness knows what.

I fell. Without a doubt. Every time he let go of my hand, I fell. After a while I started to literally cling and clutch onto his arm but he adamantly insisted I go on my own and wrenched my lifeline away. I screamed uselessly and cursed multiple times.

There are many things I am horribly inept at, and snowboarding is most certainly one of them.
Hello kindergarten teacher, bye - bye snowboarding instructor.

This is one of the more amusing experiences I have had, so I'm stealing it from our old shared blog.

8:32 PM

First things first, promoting Timmy's blog(s). In case for those who don't know, Timothy is a childhood friend from church currently living in Canada. And he's my 'brother' now. : )

Well abeit being well-versed in martial arts (feels like im describing jackie), he is also a fairly adept pianist. He can play stuff I can't. Yes, I am jealous of guys with huge hands. Which is just about every guy Sec 1 and above.

Since he's got multitudes of free time at his disposal left and right, his current projects are
An Autumn Dream
Fantasy of Darkness

Speaking of piano, I really should practice my exam pieces for tomorrow. Curse Bach overdoing it with the polyphonic genius.

And Samuel, WATCH ME DIE THIS WEEKEND.

8:06 PM

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Vera Day this Thursday does deserve a post, but since Miss Genius has smartly deleted the photos in her sheer sleepy mode, I'm going to steal something from Miss Lim's blog. In broad daylight.

For God so lo V ed the world
.........hat he g A ve
............his on L y
............begott E n
..................so N
................Tha T whoever
.........believes I n him
...............shall N ot perish
........but have E verlasting life.

I know. Too bad it doesn't spell Vera. : )

It's quite true indeed,
That first loves are sweet,
But my words please heed,
God's love is what you need.

1:18 PM

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

If you happen to be an aloevera, like me, going to the doctor is a chore and hassle you try to avoid.

Firstly, you have to inform the doctor that you cannot take tablets, and ask specially for liquid medicine. When asked why, your mother shoots you a scathing look, and the lady at the counter gives you this dubious glance as to whether you are really in your teenage years.

Secondly, you end up telling your doctor that you have a problem with anxiety. Actually, over-anxiety would be more accurate. You tell him that you have an unfortunate tendency to regurgitate the remains of your last meal when faced with stress and pressure. Your mother ends up telling him you throw up before every flag-raising in primary school. He asks you to see a psychiatrist. I'm not mad thank you very much.

You also have to tell him that you experience headaches, like once in two weeks, sometimes more often, especially when you know that there is a 2.4km trial run the next day. And that you become dizzy after running for short distances. I think its the problem with the track.

This is the side effects only. The real problem is your throat. I kinda attribute that to the incessant shouting and screaming my brothers and I periodically indulge ourselves in. The receiving party being namely, him.

And now I have to take 12 tablets a day. I'm going to dissolve every one of them I swear. And they make me so sleepy too.

3:31 PM

Monday, February 11, 2008

Rose are red, violets are blue
Love never crossed my mind until the day that I met you
Roses are red, violets are blue
When I’m with you my heart feels brand new
Roses are red, violets are blue
When thinking of love, it’s like thinking of you
Roses are red, violets are blue
I'm happy when I'm thinking of you.

Jonathan from Sunday School (no. 5 love):

Xi Cun from Sunday School (No. 4 love):
........
........
.......
.......
.......

TADA

My Husband-To-Be:

Zhen Jie

7:27 PM

Friday, February 8, 2008

I like looking at my great-grandmother.

Despite being goodness knows how old, her hair is still silky, as if you were gazing at perfect swirls of white traced randomly with black. I adore white hair. The outline of her bones are clear for all to see, the skin stretched over them. It's like a skeleton that's been laminated.

Yet her memory is even better than mine. Nay, my mind is not fit for comparison. And she talks non-stop. Which is so so cute. Cyrus thinks she stores up all her thoughts for one year, and every year during Chinese New Year, finds some poor victim (usually my father or uncle), to spill everything. And she drinks a cup of wine everyday. Recipe for long lives.

Though why anyone would want to live for so long, I have no idea.

And when she smiles, oh, it's like she means it. I'm attracted to people who don't smile very often. It's a quirk. For I find, when they truly smile, it is so much more endearing, like coming across a treasure so rare, you ignore the diamonds scattered on the roadside.

Like flowers that bloom only at night.

11:21 AM

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

I know what I'm going to wear tomorrow: HWACHONG PE SHIRT.
That should stave off a lot of the usual questions. XD

And I bet you guys don't know soda water is actually bitter. HAHA.
I think our class scammed a lot of people man. SCAMMERS.
oh shh. You did not just read this post.

Hello mister, buy a can of soda water just for $1!

10:36 PM

Sunday, February 3, 2008

"but look at the opportunity. its like there. across the cattle-infested road. on the side with the greener grass. the side i can never reach.cos if i do, i'll be trampled to death by a stampede of maniacal cows which are totally ignoring the lush grass on their right."

I love WanXiang. XD
~www.dingdongkuso.blogspot.com

10:05 PM

Playing the piano is a gift from God I truly treasure.
Playing the piano for YZ is a nerve-racking, horrendous experience of which I will die of cardiac arrest soon. So guys, you can take the champagne out now.

I made like hm.. 10.98776532154 (to the power of infinity) mistakes, cringing everytime my fingers slipped during the fast songs, cursing my lack of relative pitch as I did my best to navigate through the chords. Mingyue, I'm so so sorry. >< And I'm quite sure brother and Julia and Kyna was just being nice.

But ironically, I felt much less scared this time. Which in my case, means that I don't start feeling an obsessive compulsion to vomit, I don't feel the urgent need to hyperventilate even with sufficient oxygen in the atmosphere...which would have seriously adversely affected my piano-playing, but I guess it can't get very much worse can it? It's an honour to play for God though.

My murderous intentions manifest themselves once again.
Auntie Corinne: Vera, I'm booking you on the 24th February. Must play for me. *smiles brilliantly*
Vera: EH?! When did I even say yes?! *vows to kill samuel again*

Since I'm too lazy to get a proper planner, which I will probably lose in approximately 3 days, I think I better just put the appointments here first.

6 Feb: Outing with brother, lynn, deborah (Bernice must crash HC celebration!)
7 Feb: visitation
8 Feb: visitation (tentative lunch or dinner with jean)
9 Feb: Yien's house in the morning for sunday school gathering, Auntie Jennifer's house at night. Which means piano lesson with "teacher" needs to be rescheduled.
10 Feb: Church followed by Huihiang's lunch. Remember to badger brother to go.

Well, that's all for the above, provided I even survive tomorrow's 2.4km. AGAIN. So just keep the champagne nearby guys.

Picture of the day:
I am eagerly anticipating her violent reaction. XD
You better come on Wednesday. muhahahaaa.

7:17 PM