Sunday, March 30, 2008
Yes! This is the song I have painstakingly learnt from my dear teacher - "The Look" by Bob Kauflin, despite the wholly welcome interruptions Derek, Matthew and brother provided. Oh yeah, lets not forget the disappearing episodes of my handphone.
ANYWAY.
Listening to it makes me want to go weak in the knees, to appreciate the intricate arrangement of notes to form such a melancholic and poignant melody. Oh, hear the chorus, it's like soaring over the highest precipices in one's soul, before it lets you down in a gentle whisper of mellowed, dulcet tones.
And according to Samuel, the violins are supposedly the most powerfully emotive instruments. While I do have unquestionable inclinations towards the flute, I concede to say that the tone of string instruments here are displayed in all their heart-rending glory. It's raw tones, tugging, nay, it more be straining woefully on your taut heart-strings. In a feverish release of emotions.
7:03 PM
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I originally wanted to post "The Look" by Bob Kauflin since its in a wonderfully poignant minor key with its heart-wrenching melody that seems woefully fitting for the recently passed Good Friday. But since the only person I know who possesses the cd is in army at present, I'll have to settle for something happier and cheery!
The chorus is sung by the artist and a choir of CHILDREN! Oh we know everyone adores sweet innocent voices of little kids! Don't lie to yourself anymore! Give free rein to your pedophilic instincts!
(dont stone me haha)
9:40 PM
Sunday, March 23, 2008
The picture in my second last post is so hideous, I must offset it with a boo-eaa-uuu-ti-fulll ones!
Credits to Shel-yang on Deviantart. I like her water-colour styles.Yes, this is the kind of useless but pretty pictures I hoard in my computer files, along with manga downloads and ILP presentations. Oh, lets not forget the pictures of children! Haha.
Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..Should I take the math retest tomorrow..
Life is full of difficult decisions!
7:19 PM
Easter Convention was lovely, I must say. Thank goodness Pastor Alvin managed to switch my role from a door-guarder to a child caretaker! While I'm sure being a door-guarder does have fun in its own way (standing aimlessly holding an equally useless walkie-talkie), I think I'll stick to my children thank you.So I guess not having my fill of kids at the Ares Carnival was more than made up with the children's programme at the Easter Convention. And it certainly cheered me up a lot more.
Imagine this. A toddler not taller than your knee (well, my knee), wearing squeaky shoes, is tottering around on a carpeted floor. He totters to the edge of the masking tape on the floor, and attempts to pull it off! When he obviously cannot succeed, he gets up with some difficulty, almost over-balancing, and runs (falling halfway) back to his mother. He hugs her lower leg, and looks up at her in absolute adoration. Oh this was what the word endearing was invented for! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
I was assigned to Isabel, a cute girl who was apparently new, but unfortunately, Lucas got jealous. Very jealous. OH SIGH. He insisted on sitting in my lap the entire time (I should rent myself out as a sofa), and nearly cried when I paid more attention to Isabel than him. With the poutiest and sulkiest look he could manage, he whined
"I want to be Jie Jie's friend but Jie Jie don't want to be my friend. "
WHat is it with guys and their apparent natural inclination to jealousy?!
On a side note, I've decided to take up worship leading again.
(I'm putting it on the blog so I can't change my mind later, haha)
But anyway, I've thought about what Charles said, and I think its very quite extremely true. So please pray for me that God will make me an instrument of His will! And apparently Yien was glaring at me the entire time Charles was sharing, so I guess I must have subconsciously felt her vibes piercing or stabbing into me. But i'm thankful for the concern sister! ;p
And on an even sadder note, I guess I really am simple-minded. Too innocent? Too dumb? I guess so.
What am i supposed to do?
6:45 PM
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Warning: The picture you are looking at is not World War 3.
This is what happens when:
1. Vera is hungry.
2. Mommy is asleep.
3. Vera tries to heat something up. By herself.
I mean. It's totally not my fault.
When I am hungry, I will look for food!
When I find food, I heat it up to kill all the germs in it!
So uh, I have absolutely no idea why the curry puff exploded when I left it in the oven.
I had barely returned to the computer for about maybe five seconds when I heard this shocking BOOM from the oven that scared me half out of my wits. Panicking, I ran back to see who or what died in that catastrophe. Because curry puff is soft and flaky, the entire oven looked like it had rained crumbs.
-.-
I spent several minutes on the ground dying in laughter. Then I remembered that if my mother woke up and saw this world war 3 in her oven she'll probably disown me and send me packing to Deborah's house for some training in cooking. Actually no, she'll make me wash dishes for the next few decades or so.
Oh the absolute horror!!! So I spent a good fifteen minutes cleaning it. I hope my mom doesn't notice tomorrow morning. *crosses fingers*
You will all agree with me right. It's totally not my fault. FOrget about chemical warfare or atomic weapons, hello CURRY PUFF BOMB.
This has absolutely never happened before in my entire cooking career! Well, there was an insignificant case of my instant noodles exploding before... but that was because I was young and naive and I left the cover on. ( I don't even think my mom knows about this. )
Oh, and maybe there was this one time I put a metal container into the oven. I mean like, being an arts student and all, I don't know what harmful radiation is involved, and how much it would spoil the oven. But I got an extremely thorough dressing-down when my mom found out. She couldn't believe I was her daughter for a while there I think. And uh, I don't know whether that episode had anything to do with the new oven that came in a few weeks later.
Sorry, I need to make a correction to the above. My non-existent cooking career.
I wonder how long it'll take for my mom to ban me from the kitchen?
12:35 AM
Sunday, March 16, 2008
You are the light of the world.A city on a hill cannot be hidden.
Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl.
Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.
In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.
Matthew 5: 14-16
11:15 AM
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
There's a certain appeal in poignancy, a self-induced state of silent contemplation bordering on depression. It's pathetic, yes I know, but if emotions can run high, they can run low too. When you're too happy, everything seems to stare back at you at face-value. It's only when you sink into the depths of a tormented soul, that you see things that you couldn't see before, things that were obscured by the blinding light of happiness. You know, that's why it's called blinding. It hides the unpleasant parts, so you can only see what makes you happy.Just withdraw, folding, molding yourself back into your little niche of .. unhappiness. That way, it's easier to recognise true happiness when it knocks on your window pane and waves gaily at you.
12:54 PM
Sophia lovely just uttered several words of wisdom to me today: God is just a whispered prayer away.
Welllll. Sophia is one of my dearest friends, even if she is such a silly-billy. She's sat next to me for a WHOLE YEAR. And amazingly, I survived! Tis' such a miracle. We do the randomest things in class, singing, screeching, desperately copying out amath homework during recess. She's like a seriously whacko person.
Remember the times..
When we broke into the computer lab.
We stayed up till unearthly hours to finish the dance dance video.
We gushed insanely over Edward and cursed Jacob.
I drew anime all over her work.
I tipped her pencil case regularly.
I laughed openly (and purposely) at her hair.
Her birthday card to me started with the words : Hello Vera, I could not really remember which date ur bday was on, but, turns out its today. :)
Sophia's like a sun. Where-ever she goes, she's brimming full of happiness, and it overflows to people around her! I thank God for giving me such a wonderful (crazy, silly, blur) friend to share my school life with!
Oh. And Sophia apparently means Wisdom... I think they must have made a mistake somewhere. ;p12:07 AM
Monday, March 10, 2008
Botanic gardens yesterday! Thankfully it wasn't some sort of insane marathon or hectic captain's ball which I would surely have begged illness for. Just taking lots of pictures in stupid poses, and threatening to throw straight A students into the silly pond. (NOT ME)
This is Deborah and I. We were trying rather unsuccessfully to accuse the shop of excessive uh.. exploitation of touristy customers who have no idea you can get the items at a third of the price somewhere else. Oh and look, is that our church people at the stall?! NO SAVE THEM! SOMEONE WARN THEM! hurrrry! Oh wait, after this picture first. 
Vera and Deborah in front of the waterfall. And we happened to see this angmoh guy, with two wonderful huge dogs, just stop at the foot of the waterfall, casually refill his dogbowl with the waterfall water, and give it to his innocent charges to lap at. Then he brandished his big bottle of water, slugged some down, then proceeded to let his dogs drink milk-bottle style, and took the bottle back and drank some himself too. I only happen to know one other person who is almost that intimate with her dog, and that is the cutest girl on earth: Ellie. Choi. Ci. En. WHO IS MARRYING MY BROTHER. my blood-related one anyway. Isn't he lucky??? 
AHHA! Photo of the day!!! Vera and Deborah again, the epitome of matrimonial bliss! See the ring on Deborah's marriage finger? Yes yes. Ye are all invited.
After all the photos of me and Deborah, I suppose there must be something new to spice up this otherwise quite bimboish post. This is BROTHER! Tada. aka Daryl aka beloved aka prince of _______? This is REVENGE. For stealing my handphone and pouch countless times. For suaning me about my height and teasing me about inappropriate topics. For always marking me as a direction-idiot, for using highly-unwashable pens to write equally inappropriate stuff on me. For being a typical brother I guess. : ) 
AHH.. Don't you think this really looks like a family? Papa bear, mama bear, and baby bear! And of course dear brother shares the pedophilic urges with me. Wouldn' I just LOVE to do it to Caleb. Both hugging AND kissing at the same time. Brother is the all-time pedophile master (monster) !
Hm. If God has it in His plan to ever prepare someone who will forge a family with me, I really hope it's one that is just like this. Where I can blatantly steal my child's first kiss and brush it off as family bonding!
10:18 AM
Sunday, March 9, 2008
So fascinating it's almost appalling,yet there is an inexplicable sense of being drawn in.
If I were poetic, I'd have dubbed it fatal attraction.
But shakespeare I am not, I deem it forced enthrallment.
An outworldly fascination, a yearning so profound;
I crave its very absence.
One wonders when wonders will cease?
How long more before the intangible,
becometh more endearing than reality.
12:53 AM
Friday, March 7, 2008
The session of evangelism with the Hwa Chong Christian group was really intriguing,and (thanks to Auntie Boon Jin), rather amusing.
Basically we touched on the subject of humanism, and I was re-reading the article today when I came across some rather interesting sections. But first let me give some background on what is humanism.
Humanism has a long history, and its beginnings can be traced to ancient Greece, to the pre-Socratic philosopher Protagoras. Protagoras developed a concept of humanism, which he set forth under the motto homo mensura. It means "Man, the measure." The idea is that man is the measure of all things. Man, in himself, is the ultimate norm by which values are to be determined. He is the ultimate being, and the ultimate authority; all reality and life center upon man.
Now the fun.
Apparently, if we were to examine the central themes of humanism:
"Man is a cosmic accident. He emerges from the slime by chance. He is a grown-up germ. He is moving inexorably towards annihilation. Yet man is the creature of supreme dignity. He lives his life between two poles of meaninglessness. He comes from nothing; he goes to nothing. His origin is meaningless, his destiny is meaningless. Yet, somehow, between his origin and his destination he acquires supreme dignity. Where does he get it? Out of thin air."
5:47 PM
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Good things must be shared. Do proceed to read the below and die laughing.1. Raito ranting about L and Matt
2. L's response
3. Matt's response
~ Credits to *SilentReaper on Deviantart
Yes. This is what I do with my limited free time instead of oh say, completing my econs essay, or my gp summary, or actually STARTING ON MY MATH TUTORIAL.
Never mind. Sunday school tomorrrow. :)
7:02 PM
It's funny how small this world is. It's even funnier how small Singapore actually is.Primary school friends have been popping up like popcorn this few days. They are everywhere.
From Mrt stations, to random malls and bus interchanges, especially your own JC.
When you see them, I suppose the first thing any of us should do is to first recognise them. Sad to say,
I have failed miserably in several cases. Some of them could have walked up to me and slapped me in the face, and I still wouldn't realise they were from my deprived childhood. :)
Step two, quickly rearrange your facial expression into one of genuine joy, all the while trying to remember the other party's name frantically. If you are really unable to recall that such a person ever existed in your life, imagine the following scenario A & B.
Unknown girl: Hello Vera!!! REMEMBER ME?! I'm from PEIHWA!!!! XDDD
Me: Oh, hey hi. HI!
Unknown girl: MY NAME MY NAME!!! Don't tell me you forgot!!!
Now here is where you carry out plan A.
*hurry put on your sweetest smile*
Me: Oh you know my memory is like that of a goldfish with severe amnesia. Tell me the first letter of your name! I'm sure I can remember your name then!
Tada. From there on you just have to pray really hard.
For plan B,
*quickly make up some random name*
Me: Oh BELINDA! How could I forget??? Belinda from Grace 6 right?!?!
Unknown girl: Uh, no, it's Samantha.
Me: HAHA OF COURSE. SAMANTHA. I was just testing you la. You think I would really forget your name meh? Long time no see! Oh my goodness, is that an ant on your shirt?!
After the pain-filled and arduous introductions, contrive to evacuate the immediate vacinity immediately. This is to escape any other more potentially humiliating conversations.
Okay I joke. XD Anyway, it's quite relishing to meet one's primary school friends again, together with the heady rush of sweet, or not-so-sweet, or opposite-of-sweet memories.
OH YES. The most important discovery of the week. One of my candidates for bearing my future godchildren has finally taken her very important first step towards matrimonial bliss! I would propose a toast to her except she would like to remain anonymous until the birth of my first godchild.
Or godtwins.
Or godtriplets.
:)
Yes, I have been making a list of friends whom children I would like to become fairy godmothers for. You guys better watch out. muhahhaaa.