Papa and Visiting.

At the foot of the cross says:
oh where is my coffee

HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! My papa is so funny can.

At the foot of the cross says:
pa dont want to go visitatins alredy

At the foot of the cross says:
very the sian

Only when the One is watching, do we really fall apart. says:
PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Only when the One is watching, do we really fall apart. says:
I WOULD GIVE UP MY EDUCATION TO GO VISITING LA

At the foot of the cross says:
oi dont say that

At the foot of the cross says:
take back your words

Praise Your in This Storm

I was sure by now
That you would have reached down
And wiped our tears away,
Stepped in and saved the day.
But once again
I say Amen
And it's still raining.

Chorus:
And as the thunder rolls
I barely hear a whisper through the rain
"I'm with you."
And as your mercy falls
I raise my hands
And praise the God who gives and takes away.
And I'll praise you in the storm
And I will lift my hands.
You are who you are,
No matter where I am.
Every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand.
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn,
I will praise you in the storm.

I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
And you raised me up again
My strength is almost gone,
How can i carry on
If i cant find you?

Chorus

I lift my eyes up to the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
The maker of heaven and earth. (x2)

Chorus

Revlon Red

Anonymous: Who are you ah? I never swear what.

Eryiyi: Hallo Er! My language colourful in a good or bad way? Bloody is not a bad word la. At least not to me. And my 'Chen Jun Ge' will like me nontheless. Haha. I suppose if i love him enough i'll not say things he doesnt like, but got no such person yet so we shall not delve there. I miss you Er!

I hereby profess that i'm going to do Zoology. Its one subject that stands out for me among all the dull books in Thode Library. Well we shall see eh.

EEEEEE. Someone had diarrhoea and didnt make it to the toilet. Its all over the floor in the 2nd cubicle and apparently some unfortunate soul stepped in it cos there are shitty footprints all over the bathroom floor. Help. Mahshad came back to the room in a huge laughing fit cos she just saw it.

Last thing: I like my Revlon Red fingernails.

The end.

11 POINTER.

WHAT!?!?!?!

SO MANY PEOPLE ON MY FLOOR GOT 10 POINT SOMETHING AVERAGES FOR FIRST TERM! *mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter* HOW CAN???? AIYA STUPID RETARDED ANTHRO!

VERAWENXIANYANG YOU ARE BLOODY ASIAN. PERFORM LIKE A BLOODY ONE PLEASE!!! WAH LAO EH!!!

I SWEAR I WILL GET AN 11 POINT AVERAGE THIS SEMESTER.

I DONT CAAAAAAARE!!!

Splatty Snow.

It's snowing today!!!

If you think the exclamation marks and enboldened words signify my enthusiasm for pretty fluttery snow, you can think again. If you think this is going to be one of those "Ooh winter wonderland!" posts, youre WRONG! Cos today's snow is wet and sloppy. It maketh the ground under mine feet wet and puddly and muddy so that my clean (okay not very clean) Levi's jeans get ugly cold soppy patches of damp on them. It also splats against the face with horrifying fury driven by the wind at 30 km/h, melts disgustingly, and finally dribbles down the chin like messily eaten ice-kacang. Furthermore, it sticks to my hair and happily melts, and turns my fringe into 34 dozen rat's tails. Bloody unglam please.

I have something to announce: I LOVE COFFEE HOUSES.
Today i went to Westdale to get my chequeing account fixed so that i dont have to use the visa anymore and papa wont be on tenterhooks that his bank account will disappear in 10 days. And at the bus stop coming back there was a Second Cup cafe place. So since the bus was taking a very annoyingly long time to come and i was getting cold, wet and soppy, i went into the cafe to have something hot. Haiyo i tell you... i love coffeehouses. They are warm and have couches, smell like coffee and everyone in it is so relaxed and comfortable. I shall go back there in the future. I pretended to be refined and had Earl Grey tea and a blueberry muffin and sat demurely at a table studying my chem notes. It was a good experience.

Mon cherie, i need to pangsai. So said Mong in K-town and i laughed my head off. I love her. She's so oddly hilarious. The trip to Missi last weekend was most productive since i bought one million things for only about 200 bucks. I was paying with visa so Papa doesnt seem to think they were good buys at all. "The exchange rate very high now you know!! Why you dont know how to save money one??" Whoops. Sorry la. My favourite buy was a black and white scarf for 18 bucks. One of the things i will wear and wear until it dies, and smile everytime i wear it. See Pa? Cheap and good. Also, gloves from Club Monaco for 5 bucks that have a pretty ruffle thing at the base. See? Also cheap and good.

WMD

I declare, i am rather indignant. Ivane and Charm have bought me something and they refuse to send it to me. I have threatened Charm with Weapons of Mass Destruction and also told her the sob story about how i'll be doing trigonometric substitution while she collects ang pows and eats pineapple tarts. And while my body sits at my desk, my inner being will be wandering the streets of Singapore, turning a beautiful envious green colour looking at the people going to bai nian. If the vicious treat doesnt work, i hope my sad fate will sway her heart. HAHA. I realise i'm being selfish and demanding, but since i'm having PMS i have decided to compromise my usually reasonable state of mind, and whine.
Haha...no la. If too expensive no need to send la. I'm just kidding and seizing the chance to be dramatic.














Okay i randomly selected a picture since the silly thumbnails wouldnt come out. Apparently i selected the wrong one cos i look intensely funny. We all look mighty glamourous, i feel.

Twin Resolutions.

Beeeaann: Eh not i spell wrong one! It's the sorcerer. Dont look at me. =)

My New Year resolution has a new partner. I, Vera Wen Xian Yang, resolutely resolve to do something that scares me, everyday. Thank you. Today my story is calling Jennifer to tell her i was sorry for being late for the umpteenth time. Cos i was afraid she was mad at me. It turned out that she also didnt know what to do cos she thoguht she was bugging me when she kept asking me to go for cell. But of course i'm very happy to go for cell and she's not bugging me at all. I bless the day she approached me in the bathroom at Living Hope to ask me if i wanted to go to the Woman of Excellence talk. I believe in Divine Intervention!

Ooohhh. I'm going to have a Chinese New Year celebration! God bless the Chinese people. Missisauga here i come for the weekend lalala.

AQUA FORTIS.

Well, well. We have historical/hysterical news from an unnamed source. Okay fine it was mother.

Papa joined karate again in a valiant attempt to keep fit once again since his gym membership at California Fitness expired, and lose the extra kilograms gained after pigging out with everyone else at the glorious crab, xiaolongbao, leg of lamb etc feasts the family at home keep seem to be having nowadays. Things didnt go very smoothly apparently, since he broke his second toe in an overzealous kick on the first day. The upside is that he was MC for one week. =) Cheer up Doo!

If you're as ignorant about the alchemists as i am, you wouldnt know the cool names they called acids and bases in the past. Sulfuric acid was Oil of Vitrol, nitric acid was Aqua Fortis, ammonia was Spirits of Hartshorn. How cool please. Sounds like liquer ah... Or a sorcerer's potion.
"Drink this! Aqua Fortis! It will make you old and wise, like uhm the sea! You will grow an aqua coloured beard and purple fingernails! You will also gain the ability to thread water if you did not possess the skill! Hahahaha! A powerful potion this is! Drink!" Glug glug.

Okay time to do work.

'We become geisha because we have no choice!'

What a imperfectly decadent day, thank you. I know i should be studying etc but what was i doing with the golden hours? ILLUSTRIOUSLY BLOG HOPPING! I feel so annoyed at myself, but look what i'm doing to remedy that!: i'm mildly discussing the situation with myself. I picture myself as a cow staring placidly, chewing cud while standing in front of a pack of famished wolves drooling like cheekopeks.

AIYO HAVE SOME BLOODY DRIVE, VERA WENXIAN YANG!!! WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

With no reference whatsoever to the above: I want to be a geisha please! I get to look pretty as a picture, wear marvelous kimono, have perfect make up, etc. I have already practiced doing the geisha walk: small quick mincing steps so as to keep the back of my (imaginary) kimono fluttering. haha. I would also like very much to stop a man in his tracks with a single glance pleasethankyou. Imagine the havoc i would have the power to create. WHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! THE PROSPECTS OF IT ALL! I would have such fun watching men trip and fall when i reward them with a glance. What fun, i say! However, the future is bleak since everyone says i look the tender, most unglamourous age of TWELVE. hmph. I am most disgruntled. At least while i'm in Canada la. In Sg i'm normal. Cos either Asians all look very young for their age, or angmohs are overaged. (I believe with utmost conviction that its the latter. Girls from age fifteen to twentyfour ALL look the same cos of all the makeup they slather on.) So HA! I dont look young okay all you white people! You are all overgrown! Anyway if its true that Asians look younger then good for us since we get wrinkly way later than you do. Tbthtbthbthbthbthbthhh!!

Oh and i'm most proud of my Caleb Huang Xun please! He looks so modelish in the following picture:



















Woohoo. Free advertising: Anyone need a model? Ask him please.

Help.

Due to jetlag i sleep no later than 10pm everyday now. And hence i also awake everyday at the crack of dawn at 7am. Very useful indeed. But last night feeling a bit gey kiang, i set my alarm for 630am thinking that i would study a bit of bio before my first class. Things did not go as planned... I woke up grumpily when the alarm screeched at me, happily forgot all my illustrious plans for the morning and plunked back into the warm depths of my pillows. Bad idea as it turned out. I dreamt that papa, mother, meimei and me were at this place on holiday or something and we decided to go for a walk. Presently we stumbled on a group of abandoned houses, with surprisingly well kept gardens. EE help i'm scared already. i shall not say anymore since i'm a coward and i'm alone in the room. heh heh. Time for Bio!

Chrysenthemum Tea.

It gives me great pleasure to watch dried, crispy, shriveled-and-highly compacted, pee-coloured chrysenthemums blossom into fat, juicy, almost-luminous poks when i soak them in hot water as per popo's instructions. (I hope i'm doing it correctly because i cant exactly remember everything she said.) They look so plumpishy happy floating around in my bowl that they almost smile up at me. Of course, their initial pee-colour is transfered to the hot bath in which they now reside, which incidentally is also the part i'm supposed to consume. I have also rather intelligently decided to make the tea in a bowl. Now how am i supposed to put the tea into a cup huh?

Wah. So long never blog ah. And my blog skin is still this silly temp job. Ah Bean is supposed to help me fix it. PEEAAN! Where aaare yooo? *rings bell* I must say. This really has been a marvelouso, fantastica, whoopee-wheepee Christmas =). No regrets going home whatsoever. (Not that i thought i would have.) But there are some things that you look forward to so so much, and in the end when it finally happens its kind of a let down. Well... THIS HOLIDAY IS NOT ONE OF THEM!!! Besides being rather an alcoholic, time was spent rather well on meeting up with friends and catching up. Even an unforseen 4B outing squished its way into my da ming xing agenda. So productive ah. Thank you thank you. But of course, the best thing about it, besides seeing my beeyooteefool Singapore island again, was spending time with my family. Laadeedaa. Thank you God for putting me in such a vunderfool family thank you thank you. Oho... i also went to Zouk with my dear Huang Xun, where i had the revelation that i still cannot, for the life of me dance, even when i'm nice and high. This being my almost-debut clubbing experience, papa played the worried father rather excellently. This phone conversation happened ten minutes before we were scheduled to leave Caleb's house for zouk, about 10pm: Papa: What time are you coming back baby? Vera: 2 to 3 like that. Papa: HUH! SO LATE?! Vera: Yah what... go clubbing is go until so late one what. Papa: No la! Too late la! I thought the clubs open at 7pm one? Why now then go?? I thought go is go from 9 to 12?? Come back so late! Dont want la! Dont go la! I dont want you to go clubbing anyway! Where are you now? Vera: Where got people go club at 7 one?! I'm at Caleb's house. Papa: *peng san* Caleb's house?! What are you doing in Caleb's house? Who's at home? Only two of you? etc. Vera: No. His father, his brother and the maid. Papa: *peng san* HUHHH!!! Vera: Aiyo! Paaaaaaaaaaaaaa... Papa: Aiya dont go la! I so big already never go clubbing before i dont see why you must go. Vera: PAAAAA! Papa: What?? Vera: Okay i come back by one okay? Papa: Haiya okay la okay la. One means one ah! If youre not back by one ah... Vera: Orh.

And with Papa's blessings we went and got drunk. It was fun.

Okay i think i have to go to bed now. I was going to blog about my first day of term two but i dont think thats going to happen since i'm still jetlagged and have to sleep at stupidly early hours. Tomorrow la! Note that the time is 10pm. It feels like 4am.