the four right chords can make me cry

ok, you're having supper with your parents at 10 something at some coffeshop place. who's the last person you expect/want to see?

a) your dietician who just yelled at you for having 10 cream puffs for lunch.
(what the heck is wrong with that? cream puffs are nutritious k!)
b) your ex-boy/girl* friend. with his/her* new girl/boy* friend.
*delete as appropriate
c) your primary school principal.
*faint*

if you guys are my friends (as you claim to be!! hmmm...) you'd know that 1) i dont have, never will have a dietician. 2) i've never had a boyfriend (or girlfriend, im straight despite coming from st. margs) so option b is out. that means.....

yes. i met the ex principal of st. margaret's primary school at a food court at 10 something at night. weirdness of life.

i didnt see her actually. it was my mom who spotted her and insisted that i go over and say hello. inside my head i was like "dammit!!!!!" and i refused to move, sulking like a moony child, glowering at my mother's amazing selective memory. i managed to maintain my position successfully, right till we finished eating and were going off. then i made a fatal mistake. i went to buy myself a drink, and my deceptive parents were left to their own devices for a split second.

with my sugar cane juice in my hand, i come trotting over to... horror of horrors, my parents sitting at the table with my ex-principal and 2 other old people. ARGH! one of the many reasons why my mother pisses me off. the unreasonable predisposition to take my past and rub it into my eyes like chilli padi. sadism in parenting. i should write a book. meet us back in the car they said! i should have trusted my childhood experiences and never trusted my parents again!

its not that i was a bad student in primary school, therefore traumatised by memory of the principal. i was the student so quiet you'd forget she was there, and i suspect many times i forgot that i was there too. incredibly incredibly blur, much worse than i am today. so its not that i was scared she'd recognise me or something, i knew she wouldnt. and it wasnt that i was shy to talk to her, as my mother insisted i was. i was just terrified at what my mother would say to her. my mum EXAGGERATES. who knows what 3/4 lies she would tell this almost perfect stranger.... the possibilities were life-destroyingly embarassing.

and when i was in primary school i was terrified of all authority figures. it was then that this deep irrational fear was placed in me. strange adults who seemed bent making my life miserable, even now the faces of the most evil ones appear in my imagination to torment me. (like mrs tay, but thats another story for another day) teachers, i think thats what they called them. and i knew, that the biggest, baddest, evilest teacher of them all was called... the Principal. the very apparition that loomed but a few metres away.

so i was faced with a nightmarish scenario, a table of 5 old people grinning at me like fools and beckoning me to come over. you know what? i should have obeyed my instincts, hurled my sugar cane juice at their faces and bolted for the nearest exit. but no, i happened to be sane that night, of all nights. if i had the guts, i'd have given them a funny look, then gazed into the distance as if i saw my real parents there, and walk right past them. woohoo! that would have been so stylo if i could pull that off! (and i probably wouldnt be typing this cos my mom would certainly have killed me)

as it turns out, i did fairly well. I'M NOT SHY K!!?!? DONT TREAT ME LIKE AN IMCOMPETENT CHILD!!!! (sorry, had to let that out somewhere) where were we? ah yes... i managed to answer the "what are you doing now?" and "which school did you go to?" with reasonable fluency. the other 2 old ppl turned out to be my principal's sisters, who turn out to be my neighbours. i wanted to scream "NO!! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING TO ME!!!" and jump up on the table, frothing at the mouth (with sugarcane juice!). but i sat there and said "oh, that's coincidental!" politely and smiled my hollowest fake smile. oh how my thought-life differs from my actions.

and here's the clincher, folks. now that she's retired, my principal is into... MLM. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA! really really really really ironic, cos moments before in the car my mom was just scolding my dad for his failed attempt with Nuskin. and now, my principal is trying to get us to go for meetings too... in your face. like i told my mum, you brought this upon yourself. i wanted to avoid her and pretend i didnt see her (i genuinely wouldnt have seen her if my mom didnt force me to turn around and look), but NO... you HAD to humiliate me. heh. well, there you go.

and they seem like great old ladies. they were there after their chinese class. can you believe it, even now they're learning new things. and for a great cause too! to go to china and serve there! fantastically inspirational.

didnt turn out too bad for me afterall. (^_^)

posted by beckyboo @ 3:27 PM 0 comments

WORD OF THE POST

C for Compunction

1. A strong uneasiness caused by a sense of guilt. See Synonyms at penitence.
2. A sting of conscience or a pang of doubt aroused by wrongdoing or the prospect of wrongdoing. See Synonyms at qualm.

Com*punc"tion\, n. [OF. compunction, F. componction, L. compunctio, fr. compungere, compunctum, to prick; com- + pungere to prick, sting. See Pungent.]

1. A pricking; stimulation. [Obs.]

That acid and piercing spirit which, with such activity and compunction, invadeth the brains and nostrils. --Sir T. Browne.

2. A picking of heart; poignant grief proceeding from a sense of guilt or consciousness of causing pain; the sting of conscience.

He acknowledged his disloyalty to the king, with expressions of great compunction. --Clarendon.

Syn: Compunction, Remorse, Contrition.

Usage: Remorse is anguish of soul under a sense of guilt or consciousness of having offended God or brought evil upon one's self or others. Compunction is the pain occasioned by a wounded and awakened conscience. Neither of them implies true contrition, which denotes self-condemnation, humiliation, and repentance. We speak of the gnawings of remorse; of compunction for a specific act of transgression; of deep contrition in view of our past lives. See Regret.

[Middle English compunccioun, from Old French componction, from Late Latin compncti, compnctin-, puncture, sting of conscience, from Latin compnctus, past participle of compungere, to sting : com-, intensive pref.; see com- + pungere, to prick; see peuk- in Indo-European Roots.]

note to jiaquan: i didnt mean it literally!!! silly boy... (^_^)

posted by beckyboo @ 1:12 AM 1 comments

went for me taekwondo lesson today! (hiiiyah!!!) i'm the oldest student there i'm guessing, but thats ok, i look sec 2 so i blend right in. only when im with the other white belters, little kids up to my waist at the most, do i stick out real bad. but once i get my gi i should fit right in.

met 2 nice little kids today, cai li and pearl. cai li i met at the first lesson, she was my "sparring" partner. (we just stood around cos i didnt even know how to kick her....) sec one kids! but they were the only ones to talk to me. during the break they invited me to sit with them and chattered away. they asked me "what was your aggregate?" and it took me a full 5 seconds to realise they were talking about PSLE aggregate. gads.... that was a LONG time ago...

come to think of it, ive gone through every major standardised exam that most singaporeans have to. its over!!!! (yeah... i am THAT slow, its only 5 months since i last sat for anything) goodbye oppresive, repressive MOE! your hold over me is shattered forever!

on a less victorious note

i am the quintessential wallflower. even in a bunch of kids, i naturally find myself gravitating to the wall, unable to make small talk, uncertain of my standing in the hierachy of things. how embarassing to realise. i have a strong propensity for walls it would seem. even when i sleep i like to curl up facing the wall. man, im weird.

perhaps the schools i've attended have managed to crush my soul and destroy my self confidence and identity (in the name of conformity and pursuit of excellence) all too well.

well, someones gotta take the blame.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:52 AM 1 comments

against my better judgement

i had 3/4 of a 1.5 litre bottle of coke. dont know why, havent been drinking coke recently, wasnt struck by a craving for it either. i just felt compelled to finish it while watching tv. no reason or rhyme. feel all gassy now, in a bad way.

against my better judgement

i had a nap today when i was supposed to be doing something productive. dammit, this is how i end up wasting away all my time. sleeping...

posted by beckyboo @ 12:41 AM 3 comments

WORD OF THE POST

E for Effete

1. Depleted of vitality, force, or effectiveness; exhausted
eg. the final, effete period of the baroque style.

2. Marked by self-indulgence, triviality, or decadence
eg. an effete group of self-professed intellectuals.

3. Overrefined; effeminate.

4. No longer productive; infertile.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:29 PM 0 comments

on friday ivin passed me my 2002 christmas card. looks like im not the only one who forgets cards! but what he wrote, its very similar to what he would say to me today, makes me feel like i havent grown at all. i need to be more confident in myself, go easier on myself, understand my own identity.

im still grappling with so many issues within myself, i feel unqualified to help others deal with their own issues. and yet, thats what i do.

on another note, dominic is really the most annoying human being i know. but i want to not be so mean to him, its really really hard. one day i might just punch him in the face, i hope it never comes to that.

patience, becky-girl, patience. just gotta bite your lip and not say anything to him. but when i got a really good sarcastic funny one, its tough to hold back.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:23 PM 0 comments

i've decided to make the four right chords can make me cry more educational!

for the next 5 posts, i'll include a new section known as "word of the post" (ooh, what creativity!). i'll introduce a new word every post (duh), and all readers will boost their vocabulary! the first word will begin with "B", the second with "E", followed by "C" (we all know were this is going), then "K" and finally (i assure you, the last word will be the most stupendous) "Y"!!!

the unique thing is, i will choose the words to reflect bits of my character as well. (although its entirely up to you to figure out how the words apply to me) so not only will you learn more english, you also learn more about me. fancy that!

WORD OF THE POST

B for Blandish (verb)

to praise somewhat dishonestly (source: Princeton University)
to flatter with kind words or affectionate actions; to caress; to cajole.
to make agreeable and enticing. (source: Webster's)

[Middle English blandishen, from Old French blandir, blandiss-, from Latin blandr, from blandus, flattering. See mel-1 in Indo-European Roots.]

posted by beckyboo @ 12:49 AM 0 comments

"in the days to come..."

dunno, just felt like saying that. Its just such a portentous half-sentence, leaves you gasping for air, heavy, weighty, pregnant with expectation.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:40 AM 0 comments

for those of you keen to know what a PSC rejection letter looks like, scroll down.

(censored, of course, to protect the identity of ppl involved)

nah, im not bitter. i knew i never stood half a chance. it was nice of them to send rejection letters, heard they didnt do it last year. at least youre not kept hanging on a half-hope indefinitely. but then again i never had much hope about PSC.

i mean... I scored a B! unpardonable sin in scholarship land!!! (or catchily known as The Game)

heard that sherwayn got it! he's this guy in my group for the firefly interview. nice chap, quite interesting, good talker. good on you man! (not that he remembers i exist)

heh. if i wanted to get back at them i could... by pulling a jonk and scratching the "L" out of Public Service Commission. leaving you with....

lol.

posted by beckyboo @ 1:16 AM 0 comments

TAN SUET TING REBECCA
*** JALAN **** ****
SINGAPORE ******

20 April 2004

Dear REBECCA (S85*****G)

2004 PSC UNDERGRADUATE SCHOLARSHIP

Please refer to your application for a PSC Scholarship.

2 Due to keen competition and overwhelming response, we regret to inform you that the Public Service Commission is unable to shortlist you for an interview for a PSC Scholarship.
3 We thank you again for the interest that you have shown in a PSC Scholarship. We wish you success in your future endeavours.

Yours sincerely


C******* CHOON
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR/SCHOLARSHIPS
for SECETARY
PUBLIC SERVICE COMMISSION
(This is a computer-generated letter, no signature is required.)

posted by beckyboo @ 1:10 AM 0 comments

you are what you eat

breakfast
(running late)
milk and muffin

lunch
fried garuopa!!!
veggies
rice
soup

dinner
chicken lard nak
lots of keropok

snacking
more fried garoupa
fried fish cakes
bandung (cold and sweet!)
1 chicken wing
mango bits
bit of phad thai

supper
fries and a cheese mos burger

(^_^)

posted by beckyboo @ 12:12 AM 0 comments

we only fight about money these days. i dont know if thats an improvement.

i'll admit that i'm mildly resentful that i cant afford a university education, driving lessons or a car/bike. i know i have a roof over my head, a doggie, my own room. but i've watched too much american tv. now i expect a college education and some form of transport among other things. i guess im being too demanding. selfish?

maybe. but its not as though im asking for expensive branded clothes, the latest handphone, unneccessary things. i just want to go to university. and learn driving. i know the car/bike thing is pushing it. but bikes are cheaper than taking the bus know?!? uni and learning how to drive are pretty important things i would think.

and its not like we're completely broke. or are we?

gargh i hate being middle class. not exactly carefree and yet not poor enough to complain and victimise yourself. heh.

i must find a way to make more money. but once school starts? i dont know if i can cope. i heard life science is a long day, and if i get into USP it will be even worse. will i have time to go work? what about church stuff? it makes me depressed just thinking about it.

the other option is make do with what i got. no laptop, no exchange programme, no hanging out at coffee joints, no eating at nice places, no nice new clothes, wearing the same thing every week, no free time, no hobbies, definitely no partying, no life?

its not so bad right? tell me it isnt, tell me i will get through.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:27 PM 0 comments

this song is for you Joshie...
i feel sad when i think of the hard life that you will have ahead. you probably cant understand me and wont remember me, but i remember you.

posted by beckyboo @ 1:02 AM 0 comments

Sweet Child of Mine - Guns and Roses

He's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see his face
He takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

He's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
His hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

posted by beckyboo @ 12:56 AM 0 comments

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
You are Ludwig II, the Swan King of Bavaria!

Born with the name of Otto, you became Ludwig at the request of your grandfather, King Ludwig I, because you were born on his birthday. You became Crown Prince at the tender age of 3, and soon after stole a purse from a shop on the basis that everything in Bavaria belonged to you. Tragedy struck when your pet tortoise was taken away; relatives thought the six-year-old prince was too attached to it. Your childhood was lonely and formal. Once, you were prevented from beheading your younger brother by the timeous arrival of a court official. From the age of 14 you suffered from hallucinations.

Despite striking an imposing figure with your great height and good looks, your speeches were pompous to the point of incomprehensibility. You became even more of a recluse, often spending hours reading poetry in a seashell-shaped boat in your electrically-illuminated underground grotto.

You are most famous for building three fairytale castles - Linderhof, Neuschwanstein and Herrenchiemsee - at tremendous public expense. Declared insane and confined to your bedroom by concerned (and embarrassed) subjects, you escaped on 13 June 1886, but were later found drowned with your physician in Lake Stamberg in mysterious circumstances.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:28 PM 0 comments

Nggghhaahhh!
Grrr arrr Rum and Monkey.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:20 PM 0 comments

The missing days

Thursday & Friday & Saturday

Thursday i stayed over at Veron's house! Had a great time with them, hearing ghost stories, joking around, playing mahjong. I felt so safe among them, like i could really just be myself. Strangely enough, i felt... protected. cant explain it.

woke up friday morning to a house full of sleeping people. Class ppl were sleeping, (except yongda who mysteriously vanished in the middle of the night) and downstairs veron's cousin's friends were sprawled over the furniture. Had intended to go to church, but due to various circumstances, managed to miss it altogether, ended up staying at veron's till 4pm.

the moment i got home, i ate ice cream. heh. then i fell asleep, almost violently. so i woke up late for leaders dinner at kel's. Got there all bleary-eyed and messy haired. Ivin had a challenging message for us. It's time for a change, people are starting to sense it in the air, its time for us to move out of our comfort zones, remove whatever it is that is holding us back. I think i know what's holding me back... but... im not telling you.

Saturday morning breakfast with daddy and darryl at coronation. bleh, lousiest saturday morning breakfast so far. Ate lemon chicken rice cos darryl loves it, thought it would be good. it was pathetic... ickypoo.

later in the day, went for a job interview for sales assistant at gramophone. Thought it would be the funkiest job ever, music all day, with a pay of $1200. (!!! compared to what im earning now... thats mindblowing!!!) interviews only started at 3 but i decided that BAY could wait. when i got there, there was an INCREDIBLY long queue. ARGH. waited for over an hour in line. but the interview went pretty well, it was an interesting one, i'll tell you if you ask me. but i dont think i'll take the job, it wont leave me any time for BAY stuff.

Feeling guilty about being late so i cabbed down. $8.60. ?!!?!? only stayed for a while then went off for deep purple concert.

it was a pretty good concert, i had fun. well... not really. but i wont elaborate. i'd like to keep my personal issues personal.

the band was great! but the opening band sucked... and the technical difficulties were a real mood crasher. i reckon we stood a little too near the front cos my ears are STILL ringing. man i hope this isnt permanent.

and for the third night in a row, i knocked out the moment i hit the bed.
and thats why we have the missing days, days i didnt blog.

actually, lots of stuff happened in between, important stuff that might just shock you to know. but i cant tell you. but the very fact that i'm posting this way... seems to me like a cry for help.

there i go, psychoanalysing myself again.

i just need someone to talk to.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:44 AM 0 comments

Adam's birthday

Abang said there was a cake but we'd have to give him a kiss before we could eat it... right... but it turned out to be Adam's cake and Adam's birthday!
He is one really sweet guy. He bought his own birthday cake to share with all of us, from willy to the cooks to shafiq (aka ah neh). I dunno, the egalitarianism just moves me.

they played a very good prank on him. stuffed the candle into the cake and made him take it out with his mouth. i expected them to push his face in, as per normal, and there was a half-hearted attempt by jean. but when he stood up, face cake free, abang smacked an egg on his head!!! totally did not expect that! sneakiness!

Adam is such a nice guy!!!

so was this customer who came up to me and gave me a $2 tip personally! i was SO tempted not to put it into the tip box. i like getting tips, not cos its money, but cos it's my affirmation that i've done a good job. Good customers give me the energy to serve! I feed off gratefulness and smiles. GARGH! feed me!

posted by beckyboo @ 12:33 AM 0 comments

the main event

but before i get to todays main event, i'll start with lunch.
i went down to bugis to exchange my bag. now instead of horrible green its not-so-horrible yellow. yay. daddy couldnt join me so i lunched at BK. It was only like 1 plus, meeting the rest at tampines only at 3.30 so i ate lunch REALLY slowly. i forced myself only to eat a few bites, then read one entire chapter of my book before i ate again. not that the book was boring and hard to read, just that i needed a way to slow things down alot. i finished my book! but more about that later.

as i chewed, i also ruminated. i sat facing the outside, watching the busy people of bugis hurry by. watched the old men watching the office girls walking by. they sat eating that weird fruit, its pink, shaped like a pear, that one, and letting their eyes trail office girls in short skirts haughtily prancing about.

the book was good. Catch-22. when i first started reading, i totally did not understand it, i was incredibly confused. but as i pressed on, the book turned out to be a magnificent monstrous story, superbly crafted, characters so real you could smell them.

it annoys me sometimes when people ask me "so, what is it about?" they dont seem to understand that most good books arent really about the plot. like the life of pi. what is it about? the story of a boy who got ship wrecked and what happened to him. but that does the book no justice! it actually explores themes of the perception of reality, the role of religion, the darkness of man, the strength of the human spirit, the survival instinct etc. same with Catch-22, which, now that i've finished it, i feel is a work of brilliance.

but thanks to the internet, nobody reads anymore. DEPLORABLE WORLD! just take a look at friendster, under favourite books so many put "eHz... i DuN rEad lEhz.."

yes v, i find that kind of typing excruciatingly annoying too

ANYWAY.
that STILL wasnt the main event. i'm coming to it.

at 3.30 i find myself at the station. alone. predictably. Tien en is late and ben says take a bus. no prob, i go off to this shopping centre to look for the toilet. Got waylaid by the cash converter shop. I've always had a fascination with second hand shops. other peoples used junk, the stories of their lives. i saw a set of garden gnomes next to a laughing buddha statue. HEH. i found it so amusing. an old exercise bike, useless curios of old furniture, watches, rice cookers, typewriters, a giant decorative junk boat (for what purpose i do not know). and of course CDs going for only 5 bucks each. bliss...

other than the CDs, was also tempted to buy this set of really funky retro drinking glasses with the Sarsi logo and "have a pepsi day!" printed on them. 2 packs of 6, going for a dollar each, a song. but didnt want to carry glass around in me bag, knowing that i'd probably forget they were there and treat my bag with the abuse that it is used to.

and now... the main event

TP TALENTIME!

went there to support ben daniel aezoh kel and kenny who formed the group Jabez. I went there believing that they were the best (cos in my mind they were, i knew no other). but i also went there feeling abit self-conscious. I felt... really uncool among all those poly people. they were probably my age, but so much more confident and fashionable. i felt... like a loser... just a bit, and wondered if i had spent my days as fruitfully as i should have. but lets not dwell on that and get all depressed.

i arrived there at 4 something... the thing only started at 6!! and worse still, their hired soundcrew only decided to show up at like 6.45 leaving the show to start apallingly late at 7 something. GARGH.. the sitting there and waiting in that cold cold auditorium bored me out of my mind and i started to go all crazy, tormenting my listeners with my babbling and whining.

shall not go through the entire evening, that would make this post WAY too long, but i thought the last band was fantastic. Subrosa. i think thats how you spell it. so cool... almost fell in love with all of them. and this other band had this really cool girl drummer!!! impressed! respect!

its not that i thought our guys wouldnt win.... i really did think they were the best before i heard the rest. HONEST! im being defensive cos aezoh jokingly accused me of being disloyal to the band and threatened to attack me with his drumsticks. but the competition WAS stiff... and it was a 50-50 chance at second spot for them. But im so happy they got it!!! the first went to subrosa, they were undeniably the best there was. the lead singer sang hunched up cos he was too tall for the mikestand, played lead guitar (he was the only guitarist), fiddled with his effects and manuvered with precision his wah-wah peddal all while singing. AMAZING. the bassist continued playing completely unfazed with a steady bassline even when his girlfriend leapt up on stage and savagedly pounced on him and kissed him. im not exaggerating... it looked violent. and the drummer!!! FWAH.... the song was an original composition and it was so funky... had a great groove. i am bowled over.

wish i could sing, play guitar, play bass as well as all the ppl there did... *sulk* why am i so lazy...

posted by beckyboo @ 1:05 AM 0 comments

more unreasonable spending

bought 2 second hand CDs today. sure they were cheap, but i wasnt supposed to spend anything for the rest of the week at the very least. But they delight me so!!!

the first one that caught my eye will shock you i guess, not my usual stuff. actually bought that old All Saints album. have secretly liked their cover of under the bridge for a long time and thought that booty call, never ever, and lady marmalade were actually quite nice. but the rest of the album is lackluster. but 4 good songs per CD is actually not too bad! (compared to other crap these days.) it is virtually impossible to find an album where i like ALL the songs.

second one i bought only knowing one song, the rest could really suck but i still bought it anyway to support the local music scene. its the soundtrack to the teenage textbook movie! (heh. ok, abit late for support i know) the song in question? My Special Angel by Ger. I LOVE that song! and the other songs are pretty good too! Sugarflies and Elmo are great, but John Klass... erm... i didnt like him much. Go local bands, go!

i feel like trouncing out there and buying up the new Ger album!!! somebody stop me!!!

i also feel like hunting down the teenage textbook movie, so if you see it at videoeasy, you know who to call. I mean, its a local movie, with a soundtrack entirely sung by locals, based on a book by a local writer, about JC days which i miss incredibly and am feeling nostalgic about. I WANT TO WATCH.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:47 AM 0 comments

i dont know what came over me.

i went to the other side of bugis to hunt down this red bull shirt that i've been looking for. to no avail, it was not to be found anywhere. but along the way i bought this hideous green bag which i deeply deeply regret. i also bought this really nice shirt. but its too small for me. i struggle to put it on and i struggle to take it off and its too tight around the chest. but its such a nice shirt...

spending spree... it just snuck up and devoured me.

bought a present for my friend and topped up my farecard. bringing the days' bill to a little over $50. may not sound like much to you big spenders out there, but hey, thats 10% of my pay. and after various tax cuts... that leaves me with only 50% of my pay to survive on from now onwards. keeping in mind my absurd spending habits, its not going to be easy.

i hope and pray that the shopkeeper will let me exchange my bag for one that is at least less garish.... *crosses fingers*

*crosses eyes*

posted by beckyboo @ 10:28 PM 0 comments

Mild congratulations, you are...
67% dateable!
You are neither more not less dateable than your peers-- welcome to the land of mediocrity, home of the masses! You have an undeniable animal magnetism, but you're just as likely to attract small animals as you are to attract human beings. Nevertheless, the people you flirt with generally find you funny and cute, or "fute." You have good hygiene, which is an imporant aspect of relationships involving two or more people. Avoid seafood and walks in the woods.

HAHA!! im fute!! and you're irrinoying! hah!! lol

posted by beckyboo @ 3:06 AM 0 comments

ACCOUNTANT
(Submissive Introvert Concrete Thinker )

becks
Like just 7% of the population you are an ACCOUNTANT (SICT)--reserved, meticulous, and dependable. While being called an accountant isn't really that cool, neither are you. You aren't exactly the life of the party, but you do have fun, and the people close to you really do love you.

There are basically two kinds of accountants, and you most likely fit into one of the two categories:

male
female

Seriously: accountants are good at whatever they do. They can always be trusted, especially by their friends. They almost never cheat or steal. (Some real-life accountants do, however, they are probably Judges (DICT)). You probably have a wonderful relationship with your family.

posted by beckyboo @ 3:00 AM 0 comments

have been too lazy to post recently
i can throw a few excuses at you, but ultimately it boils down to laziness.
the same thing goes for the state of my room. but now that i dont have homework to do on my table, its easier to let stuff just gather there like moss. in a week, its gonna be a whole ecosystem.

lady V, i so hear you. And yeah, like your friend said, i think its insecurity for me. I feel the need to be affirmed, i feel the need to see approving raised eyebrows "oh, you went to an Ivy League." but now that i've identified it, it seems like a pathetic reason and its been a little bit easier...

sorry mandy we couldnt meet up. know what? i ended up asking for the night off today anyway, but i went to send my friend off at the airport. and you know what? i didnt even get to see him cos i was late. and you know why that was? it was cos i was dumbly waiting at paya lebar for the train that goes to changi, only to realise SIX trains later that you have to go to tanah merah first. MAN i felt dumb.

havent been keeping you updated with whats going on at work. Havent seen the new girl Irene since i first saw her. I think Ben's gonna fire her, even though she's chio and all the guys are crazy about her. But we got Adam now! well this is kinda late, we've already had him a few weeks i think. When he started out he was just like me! super shaky, esp when serving soups, threatening to scald unsuspecting customers. now i know why i gave ben heart attacks. I'm quite a closed person, so im not as thick with him as the rest are, but he's cheeky and funny and makes work more fun.

i think last week a customer even wrote us a letter of commendation!! that really made my day. I had been working both shifts for several days in a row and i was really getting tired. and for some strange reason it was REALLY crowded those days. So when adam said someone wrote me a "loveletter" i just laughed and continued working doggedly. but after i read it, it made my heart soar, and i worked and smiled even harder than ever.

today baya (aka ah neh) was taken away by the police!!! sounds so drama right? but although i was in the kitchen the whole time, i didnt even notice him go. But not to worry, he's not in trouble. It was actually just the CPIB; they just wanted to ask him questions or something. dont know what happened but he wasnt back when i got off work. Aisha had to wash the dishes instead!!! it was funny... no one wanted to throw the rubbish...

dont know how they coped with the dinner crowd with just Ben and Jean. I was meant to work both shifts but bailed out last minute to go send bencheok off. normally 5 waitresses are required to run the place, surviving on 2 is impossible, made more impossible if the dishwasher never came back and the waitress has to double as dishwasher as well. felt so guilty about leaving them in the lurch like that....

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