Hello, hello. Sophia here (maybe not most of the time, but sometimes I am) so I don't really update a lot. Sorry. Aspiring to be a woman who is CAPTIVATING (read the book!-is currently on my top favs!) and a student which can answer at least a few questions on her test correctly (I'm no nerd-I just like gettin' good grades). I like cold showers on hot days and hot showers on cold days, and being indoors when its (very) hot and being ourdoors after a heavy downpoor. Ps, I may not be the prettiest girl on earth, but I beautiful cos I have Jesus in me. :)
The King is entralled by your beauty, Psalms 45:11

I've moved (again, and hopefully for the last time)

SO here it is! http://sophiahoo.blogspot.com/ (sorry, I can't even link this. D: the app ain't available)

C u there! :)))

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Some people can be have hearts of stone.
Thats why not everyone is gonna like you all the time. Its the truth.

































Then why can't I just accept it? D< roawr

Warmest welcomes to Chery, Yap Poh and Josie to The World of Easy Physics! Hahha.. suddenly getting that A doesn't seem so hard kan? :) Kavi and Ho Yan, will be waiting for your arrival soon!

Music class
Lately I can't seem to practice. Maybe its cos I'm too tired to. But that's severely ruining my finger proeficiency. I can't remember when was the last time I attended class without thinking : 'She's (my teacher's) gonna know that by the end of the top part of the third page that I haven't been practicing nearly enough' Aiyo. Susahlah. At least for violin I can still attempt to conceal my lack of practice by sight-reading the considerably easy notes fast enough, but with piano, my defiency is so painfully obvious. Honostly, Fats Walter would be rolling in his grave. The way I play his Alligator Crawl makes it sound as if the Alligator is a cancer patient suffering from a stroke in the middle of the piece. >.< And Cimarosa would flip if he knew how badly I treated his poor notes. So would Clementi if he heard my awful trills. What was supposed to be beautiful rippling notes sound like forced and unsuccessful cramming when played by me. Aisssss
A pianist's prayer
Dear God,
Provide me with strength to practice
Give me the patience to run through my scales
Lend my fingers stretchability to climb the arpeggios
Grant my finger tips accuracy that I may hit the right notes
Open my ears that I may hear my mistakes and set them right
Help my discipline myself through the correcting sounds of the metronome
Bestow upon me discernment that I may know whether my touch is correct
Enhance my hearing and give me words to say that I may do well for the aural tests
Bless me with wisdom to interpret the songs
Bless my voice that I may sing in pitch with what the examiner plays
Last of all, let me play with happiness
With a heart of gratitude of thanksgiving,
That the Lord has been good and is faithful
And that His servant plays for Him in a manner that seeks to glorify His throne.
Amen

cos somedays, you need more encouragement than others.

I think I'm gonna go on a facebook fast (as in puasa). Haha, no point getting myself upset over something I can avoid. So if you wanna contact me, pls do so here. Aisss

There's another service today, at 8pm. Last night's one was great, though because of the lightning and thunder, the wires went wild and there was no air-con. :( boooo. Then my sis had to take of her jacket, cos it was too hot. Haha. The lights went on and off too, so the lcd projection for worship like can see cannot see like that. >w< Lately I've been thinking and I'm trying to let go and let God. Trust me, its harder than it sounds. I don't know why. Is my faith so little that I can't trust Him to handle this problem that must be so small in his eyes.

So help me Lord, to trust you more,
When I don't know, what I'm here for.

On a brighter note, my brother chipped his tooth the other day. Not that its good news..haha. We had to take him to the dentist, and amazingly, they managed to glue the piece back to its former place! You can't see the line or crack at all! Hahaa, thank God!

Good Friday's service
Dr Paul gave the message, and talked about Pilate, Annas (the High Priest) and Peter (the disciple of Jesus).
They all had one thing in common-they failed the truth test.
Why did they fail?
Pilate failed, because he was unprepared. There could be other reasons, but one of them was this. He wasn't prepared to face the truth, and it came right in his face as a surprise. Plus, he was unpracticed in the truth. He was a man of great power, and because he wanted to keep that power, he sent Jesus to die, eventhough there was no evidence that Jesus did anything worthy of his dying on the cross.
Annasfailed, because he had no interest in the truth. Even though he was the High Priest, his concerns were in his power (religiously as well as socially) Annas didn't want to hear the truth, and he saw Jesus as a threat.
Peter failed the truth test as well. But unlike the others. He was full of guilt when he recognised his lies. He denied knowing Jesus three times. After the 3rd time, Jesus looked straight at him. I wonder what it must have felt like? Loving someone so dearly, and then lying that you know them. What made it worse was that the person you claimed you didn't know, knew about your lies. Its a sad picture. But unlike the rest, Peter repented, and that, my friends, is what is important. To ask for forgiveness. Saying sorry. That would make all the difference. :)

Thank you Lord, for the strength You provided. I needed it so badly. Its funny, really. I just realized how much I have in common with a sheep. Sheep are dumb. They follow without knowing where they're heading to and just do what everyone else does. Well, I too, did what everyone else did, and posted what I felt on facebook. Yeah, I had a quarrel with this girl who was in my class jagaan, and she got pretty emotional. (Which to me, always seems like the way she gets away with things. I know its part of her personality, but seriously, is that how she'll get through the rest of her life? By crying and avoiding all confrontation?) Her offence? Being rude. Mine? Well, according to her, apparently I use other people to make her scared. =.= swt. How did it get like this? During class, I simply asked to speak to her. She replied with her usual, 'What? Want to give me offence slip is it?' Whoever is reading this, are you provoked? Imagine if someone is saying that to you. Btw, I had already caution-ed her that if I were to catch her without her hair clipped up another time, I WOULD issue an offence slip. Anyways, I went to her desk, and she started clipping her hair, not bothering me. Then I asked her if I could talk to her. No reply. Honostly, I had no idea what to do!
In my mind I was sending SOS upon SOS to God to help me. And as a last resort, I told her that I would bring her to see the teacher if she didn't want to talk to me. I'm fine with her talking to someone else, as long as she changes. No answer. So I ask if it was ok for me to bring her to see the teacher the next day. (I was really trying my best to be polite and to understand her situation, as well as to avoid an outburst of her delicate personality. But then she started crying and pointed out that it was her personailty and her life and had nothing to do with me. Pardon me, but it does. I'm your class prefect. I was given a responsibility-to take care of your class. I need to take care of you as well. I don't know how blind you are to this, but if I didn't care I wouldn't give a damn to what you did. I have feelings too, and I need you to respect them. The reason I'm not sorry for what I have done is because I did what was right. I care enough to be firm with you. I care enough to make you know that not everyone in the world will make way for you just because you cry a lot. I cared enough to even advice you, as a friend and a prefect. I even thought of which teacher should advice you, and I chose her because I thought you would be more comfortable with her.
Anyways, as I was saying, I was on fb, and after seeing her post, I put up mine. Haha. And you know something? I actually prayed that people would see my post and give me some indication that I didn't do the wrong thing. 5 minutes later, 4 people 'liked' me. :D I was relieved. And that's when I truly realized how much of a sheep I was. I was looking so desperately for an sign or something to re-confirm my actions. And I think I did as much as I could to love those who hate me. So, Thank you God! For understanding my needs, silly they may be. :)

Lord Jesus, I'm so weak sometimes, I don't even realize it. When I face the cross, I know I can truly trust in you. Amen.

In Kuantan now, and on the way to this place, I scanned through my past work. (yes, we brought the laptop and I was using it in the car) and I came across this piece that I wrote 2 years ago. I think.

Upon furthur reading, I recall writing this for the school magazine, as something more mild, compared to my Alice in Wonderland. Enjoy.

Being short. (couldn't think of a better title, and yes, I know its lame)

I’m sure you have heard, of the old tale,
About Thumbelina, who was on sale,
And how an old woman, who went unnamed,
Took care of her, until she became,
A blossoming woman, albeit a tad short,
But she met her prince charming, and tall she was not.
So you see my dear readers, height never matters,
Being short will not stop, incoming love letters.
So whatever it is, be proud of your height,
After all, it is said, that love has no sight.

Ps: I'm really proud of all my invitation members! Good job! :DD

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I suppose it has been a long time since I blogged. Oh well.
Book Review!

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies


Pretty interesting,but I can't quite compare it to the real thing. Pride and Prejudice, to me, could do very well without the living dead. But I suppose this book caters to a different audience, and the writer of such a novel could only be wanting to extend Jane Austen's already extensive fan group. I don't quite see the point, as the language used is similar to that of the original work, and thus a read that is slighty heavy. (which I suspect is the reason why so many choose to dismiss this book over more light and easy reading such as red riding hood, or the ugly duckling). Jane is a wonderful author, with great skill in writing. One must get used to Austen's word craft, for when understood, proves to be remarkably humourous and enlightening.

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Hahaha, upon re-reading the post, this writing style does not seem like me.. at all! But I suppose its from all that reading. Ah, well. At least I know now that if the need of being cold and unfeeling ever rises to the occasion, I will survive. God Bless you, if you've actually possesed the patience to read till this far. And even if you haven't...

GOD BLESS YOU

...anyway. :D

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