Monday, September 29, 2008
Three letters to describe math.
W O W. and I'm freaking going to fail. Hahhahaaa. This is seriously the worst exam I've taken... I couldn't complete a single question after question one. Halfway through I wanted to give up so badly. Halfway through I stopped breathing through my nose too. I had to leave the classroom for fresh air.
SIGH. I don't feel like studying for SEAhist. Someone motivate me please >< Thanks to liqun, brother, sophie, yanling and huihiang for helping me through this period. WHen I was panicking before econs, hist, maths.
But there are so many things to look forward to after exams!!!
- Outing with Yuenteng and the rest!
- Shopping with Huihiang!
- BS outing on friday!
- PEG thanksgiving on Sat!
- Sleepover with Bernice and Ellie and fishy!
- Jubilate Children's Choir! (Zhenjie<3)
- Sexy Voice and Robo!
- Esplanade with Sophie and gang!
- OpenHouse!!! Redecorating the photog room!!!
And I can finally write all the letters and notes I've wanted to for so long. Hahaa.
Listing it here makes me feel so much better. I am
so looking forward to end of tomorrow!
7:31 PM
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I havent taken a clear breath in the whole of today.
My nose is the most sensitive thing on earth, that is, after me.
10:34 PM
Once there was a petal and a rock living under the glory of Mr Sun. Everyday the Mr Sun shone down graciously on the earth, and under his gaze, the petal grew softer, more velvet, the way only God can create it to grow.
When night came, the petal saw the magnificient moon, gleaming in the darkness. It wasn't as bright or glorious as Mr Sun, but its tender glow cast alluring shadows on the petal. And so, the petal fell in love with the moon. Shy, the petal whispered to the moon "You are a most lovely thing of nature. Could you come down here so I could play with you?"
The moon was silent. It could not? Maybe it didn't want to.
The petal was devastated. Not knowing how to win the fancy of the moon, the petal asked the rock what it should do. The rock was scathing in its reply. Don't bother, it said, you're wasting your time. Foolish petal.
Mr Sun told the petal to give up too. Bask in my sunlight, it pleaded, forget the moon. It's light cannot and will not sustain you for long. Yet the petal was stubborn, and too fixated on perhaps, what it wanted. It began to open itself only at night, and refused to even peek at Mr Sun when he came up. The rock was completely ignored.
Every night as the moon came up, the petal opened hopefully. Mr Moon! Won't you look at me! I've been waiting here for so long! Spare a little time for me? Please, I beg you. Look at me! The initial hopeful desires, withered to mechanical pleadings, fuelled only by the determination of the petal. The rock laughed openly and unkindly, having no care or concern for the petal. This merely spurred the petal on.
Even as the petal repeated her pattern along with the coming of day and night, the once blushing pink faded and turned into a dusty yellow, uneven and splotchy. Mr Sun wept at the petal's plight, but there was nothing it could do to persuade the petal otherwise. The softness of the petal hardened into a fragile brittleness. And still, the moon was silent.
When the rain came, washing and cleansing the earth, its harsh fall caused the petal to crumble and break off. On the ground beside the rock, reduced to a pathetic heap of unfulfilled desires and hopes, the petal asked the rock "Am I silly? Am I not pretty enough, or resolved, that the moon did not love me?"
The rock pitied the petal. "Don't wish for what you weren't created for." The petal finally understood. It sighed, and the sweet scent of its surrender filled the air for a short, instantaneous, while.
7:56 AM
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Like how we get off to a brilliant start, like how Symphony No.104 by Haydn bangs a chord at the end of the introduction to wake the audience up, I hit it off wonderfully with the exams today! What did I do?
1. Forget to bring my jacket. I quite literally froze in the room.
2. Forget to bring my pencil case. This one is really genius.
3. Thinking I was so meticulous, I brought the Project Work confirmation slip! Then died of embarrassment.
Lalala. mustremembertobringeverythingtomorrow.
why do i keep dreaming of you !!! im seriously wasting my time on you. dream about someone else idiot! dreams are not telling of my feelings. no. i refuse to believe it. what feelings?
7:43 PM
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
As quoted by sculptor Henry Moore : "The spoon is like a woman, thus, it is a woman."
Brilliant man and his brilliant words. I have seen no better quote than this. A monkey is like a man, thus, it is a man. Oh wow.
From WanXiang. :)
I am like Eeyore, thus, I am Eeyore!How disturbing haha. I disturb even myself.
8:58 PM
Monday, September 22, 2008
I want to read books!!! I feel myself degenerating even as I force myself to re-read the Mallorean, or my IntHist notes. Legend. The Host. Airman. Thirteen Reasons Why. The Hunger Games. P.S. I love you. Deadline. Battle Royale. Angel Diary. The Wednesday Wars. Ciel. My Sister's Keeper. Tunnels. Kite Runner. I forget.
I hate people who become my friend, then eventually fall into the bottomless pit of endless teasing. People always tease me, yes I know, but dammit
I wanted to be a friend.
10:45 PM
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Read slowly
Play my piano slowly
Dream slowly
Like I've got all the time in the world.
11:12 PM
Saturday, September 20, 2008
When you treasure someone, it can be a little painful to see them find happiness in someone else, and sometimes you may get lonely, but it can also make you happy. :)
11:27 PM
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I know sometimes people walk into glass doors, glass sliding panes, or maybe glass walls.
I, however, HAVE TRANSCENDED THAT!
I managed to walk into a bookshelf! ^^
Let's see, I was sleeping in the library, then I woke up to wash my face before Mrs Toh decides to kill me for dozing off right in front of her. After leaving the toilet, hm... I was walking back to Marissa and Rachel, then I just walked smack into the bookshelf. That really woke me up haha! Don't ask if I was looking at anything or was being distracted, I really was just walking normallly. I think Marissa saw me walk into it, and she gave me that expression "Vera you IDIOT" With German accent and all. I proceeded to sink weakly to the ground in helpless laughter.
Accomplishment of the day:
Tada!!! Today I walked into a bookshelf! HAVE ANYONE OF YOU DONE THAT???
I know I love books and all, but I guess love is really blind. Love hurts too!
EEyore!!!!! I wonder if he walks into bookshelves too! :) Henceforth from today, call me eeyore!
8:02 PM
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thanks for the birthday wishes :)
Family, Timothy, Yonghui, Rachel, Marissa, Jilly, Noreen, Nicolette (on behalf of Edward), Alan, Songkang, Yumeng, Chuanyi, KianKeong, Eechu, Ruiyi, Cedric, Jiasheng, Dexter, Nicholas, Norvin, ShangYong, Daryl, Lynn, Deborah, Jessica, Yiling, Hannah, Liqun, Huihiang, Yien, Herlina, Cara (who stayed blissfully unaware!), Gerald, Melva, Charles, Wilson, WenCong, Songtat, Roy ('pretended' to not know), MinWei, Samuel (who blatantly forgot!), Joshua, Kristal, Valerie, Matthew, Jedidiah, Joel, Julia, Esther, Pastor Kien Seng, Uncle Cjin Pheow, Marilyn, Lisa, Random Uncles and Aunties, Derrick, Julian, Sarah, Melanie, Elaine, Bernice, Ellie, YiPei, YuLi, WanXiang, Sophia, FangTian, Sophie, Sandra, Davina, Yuen Teng, Zhimin, Cheryl, Jean (who remembered all these years), Joanne dear (:
I will look on with utmost fondness on this day.
ALL THE
GODCHILDREN PLEDGED TO ME!
10:20 PM
Thursday, September 11, 2008
If I were a butterfly, I’d thank you Lord for giving me wings
If I were a robin in a tree, I’d thank you Lord that I could sing
If I were a fish in the sea, I’d wiggle my tail and I’d giggle with glee
But I just thank you father for making me, me
For you gave me a heart and you gave me a smile
You gave me Jesus and you made me your child
And I just thank you Father for making me, me
If I were an elephant, I’d thank you Lord by raising my trunk
If I were a kangaroo, You know I’d hop right up to you
If I were an octopus, I’d thank you Lord for my fine looks
But I just thank you Father for making me, me
If I were a wiggly worm, I’d thank you Lord that I could squirm
If I were a fuzzy wuzzy bear, I’d thank you Lord for my fuzzy, wuzzy hair
If I were a crocodile, I’d thank you Lord for my great smile
But I just thank you Father for making me, me
For you gave me a heart and you gave me a smile
You gave me Jesus and you made me your child
And I just thank you Father for making me, me
Sometimes I wish I was smarter, prettier, wittier, TALLER, stronger, fiercer.
Then I remember that God made me and I'm happy as I am. :)
8:25 PM
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Panda
Kenshin
Abel
Unicorn
Grand piano
Chrno
The Host
Godchildren
Raenef
Aaris
Hug
Chopin
Salmon
Sexy Voice and Robo
Ciel
Elaine
MG Scrapbook
Airman
Dumplings
Look at the World
Bookmark
Wall.E
Letter
Threadless
Scarf
Onions
Disney
Kinokuniya
Lalala
Reagan
Chocolate
Time
Spectacles
Little Prince
Swing
Vedward
11:09 PM
Monday, September 8, 2008
I am INCREDIBLY FRUSTRATED. Forget the fugue, I hate my Puppet's Dance. I hate it i hate it OMG I WANT TO KILL MYSELF OVER IT WAIT WHY KILL MYSELF OVER IT I"LL THROW THE SILLY SCORE OUT OF THE WINDOW MAY IT BURN AND FLAP AND SHRIVEL AND DIE LIKE IT OUGHT TO HAVE WHEN THE sillycomposer composed it.
I HATE MY HAND. MY STUPID STUPID SMALL HAND. DWARFISH HANDS ITS ALL YOUR FAULT I CANT PLAY FULL OCTAVE CHORDS OR JUMP FAST ENOUGH OR PLAY IN COMPLEX TWIRLING PATTERNS dammit grow.
Edited: Not quite sane. Haha sorry.
9:45 PM
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
1. I
2. do
3. not
4. love
5. you
9:23 PM
Thursday, September 4, 2008
I really like this picture. I adore watercolours :)
And no, it is not representative of my love life.
It's just a really beautiful drawing.
11:55 AM
GUESS WHAT.
S I g h . FOr the 745612583058th time, I broke something in the kitchen.
Never mind the curry puff bomb. Or the egg bomb. (I HATE THE MICROWAVE) I've been breaking plates and bowls like nobody's business. I am now an expert at picking up little pieces of procelain and sweeping up shards of glass! This post is inspired after I broke a BIG PLATE for the donkeyth time and just spent the last fifteen minutes sweeping it up.
Come let me tell you the
Art of Clearing Broken Glass/Procelain1. Scream when you drop it. That will helpfully bring your mother into the kitchen to see your mess.
2. Proceed to panic and cry. Try to gain sympathy before the scolding.
3. Your mom will then instruct you to clear it up by yourself.
4. Go get a pair of slippers, while trying not to tread on any broken glass/procelain
5. If it's wet, get a mop. If it's not, a broom. Hit yourself on the head several times with it for your stupidity.
6. Then try your best to pick up all the big pieces of glass. Use a broom to sweep up the smaller ones and try not to cut/gash yourself in the process.
7. If your mom is not around, just start from step 4. And try not to leave any traces of the crime behind. No point asking for a scolding until your mother actually realises that a plate is missing.
8. And try not to touch anything breakable again.
I hate the kitchen! My husband will be a world renowned chef so that he can bar me from his territory and I can gladly abide by his wishes! Or I can live off Cyrus' wife. Haha.
11:35 AM
WALL.E! Is extremely...
.
cute
loveable
endearing
charming
heartrending
.
Worth-watching :) Like Kungfu Panda. It is an exceedingly enchanting movie.
There were many beautiful moments, quirky ones, some that make you giggle uncontrollably,
in short, it's a movie that's very easy to love. and Wall.E is really loveable!
.
Yayyy. I am quite quite happpy today. Even if I didn't study... I managed to go kino with brother! I have now a few books in mind that I want to read, and some scores I want/hope to buy. Please contribute to the "Vera Needs Books" fund! (which is currently in serious deficit!) I want to get a kino card too... maybe I can coax my parents to get me one, OR, I can always force brother to lend me his pending one! muhahhahaa.
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I love WALL.E! (Kungfu Panda still better though haha)
12:00 AM
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Books are such dangerous things. They draw you into a separate dimension, where you are subject to the author's will. Brimming with anger, drowning in sorrow, adrift with happiness. Sometimes I think I should read with in a detached manner, like the bird's eye view, safe and secure in the clouds above. Then maybe I won't be subject to embarrassing episodes on the public bus, or at the listening end of a lecture of how relationships are often fickle. But the feeling of being drawn in by the book is unbearably addictive, and sometimes the language is so beautiful. Funny how words, seemingly harmless on their own, yet when stringed together, contrive an entirely different meaning.
Some books are best read only once. When you read it again to try and feel the same hollowness and ache you experienced the first time, you fail. It will just blunt and tarnish your memory of it. It's not getting tired of it, but rather, capturing the past feeling of ... I really can't describe it.
Note: Brother if you are reading this, I want my ttw back. Now! Haha.
10:10 AM