the four right chords can make me cry

a Michtam of David.

Preserve me, O God, for in You I put my trust.

O my soul, you have said to the Lord,
"You are my Lord, My goodness is nothing apart from You" -
And to the saints who are on the earth,
"They are the excellent ones, in whom is all my delight."

Their sorrows shall be multiplied
who hasten after another god;
Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer,
Nor take up their names on my lips.

You, O Lord, are the portion of my inheritance and my cup;
You maintain my lot.
The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;
Yes, I have a good inheritance.

I will bless the Lord who has given me counsel;
My heart also instructs me in the night seasons.
I have set the Lord always before me;
Because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices;
My flesh will also rest in hope.
For You will not leave my soul in Sheol,
Nor will You allow Your Holy One to see corruption.
You will show me the path of life;
In Your Presence is fullness of joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

becky: Uni life looks really exciting, there are so many great, fun, meaningful, beneficial things to do. I'm looking forward to being stretched, to learn so much, to have a rich and fulfilling life. Friends, exchange programmes, sports, activities. But I look at all these things and I declare: Apart from you, I am nothing.

I affirm the truth that those who run after other gods will face multiplied sorrows. It may seem better in the short run, but under the surface, in the long run, any life that is lived without God as the focus will be empty, hollow and broken. And yet I do feel the pull, the seduction, of living life for myself. But Lord, this I do declare to you: I will not take up their names on my lips.

Indeed why should I even run after all these things? For God himself is my portion, I have many blessings. Yes, I have a good inheritance. And I do not have to suffer from status anxiety, because these things are not only given to me, they are made secure, and I do not have to worry if they will still be there tommorrow.

Thank you for the security and confidence that comes when you are placed first in my life. I only pray that I will continually, consciously keep you at my right hand, sensitive to your voice and your counsel. Thank you for the consistency of your character, for I know you will not leave me in Sheol, you will never abandon me.

In your presence is the fullness of joy, in your presence, that's where I belong, that's where I am strong, seeking your face, touching your grace, in the cleft of the rock, in your presence O God.

You will show me the path of life. I wait, and I choose to go where you will lead me.

posted by beckyboo @ 10:09 PM 1 comments

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

=) to the sweetest guy in class, who was always so blur but cheerful, and who amused me endlessly with his "fights" with rachel. and also grossed me out with his half fingernailed thumb. The future may be uncertain now for you, but hold on to your dream ya? Who knows, you might be my own hypothetical future kid's PE cum Econs teacher! Army may be dreary sometimes, but its nice to see that you still take delight in the little things that you do. When my parents finally let me go night cycling, you'd be the first kaki on the list. Take care and God bless.

=) to the rabbity sifu of the killer look, whose powers i can never hope to attain. Though we werent close (and you probably dont read this) you were part of the sisterhood, and it feels kinda incomplete without you. Hope that you're doing alright and that you have a happy birthday today.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:57 AM 1 comments

Haha, Adam must think i'm very weird but, here's my quote of the day.

Clark Kent says:
i want ti be a journalist.. and i wanna save the world...
Clark Kent says:
dats why i major sociology... to help ppl

posted by beckyboo @ 12:53 AM 0 comments

Tragedy!

Failed to get my double promotion!!! SIGH! But had fun at today's training anyway, it was super xiong, I couldnt keep up at all. But I likeee...

http://encarta.msn.com/encyclopedia_761585873/Tae_Kwon_Do.html
Another organization, the World Taekwondo Federation (WTF), was created in 1973. The WTF gradually became recognized as the leading international organization for tae kwon do, and under its guidance tae kwon do became an official medal sport at the 2000 Olympic Games in Sydney, Australia.

WTF, mate? (timo, now you understand that poster near aezoh's block! Haha!!!)

Hahaha!!!! Make sure you visit www.wtf.org and not www.wtf.com

posted by beckyboo @ 3:05 AM 0 comments

Just finished reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon in a record 3 hours. A birthday present from Jerry! (thanks man, I love it!)

Nice book! You breeze through it really fast (3hours is fast for me k) And that A level maths question! Think i've encountered it before, and that guy is really a genius to have solved it, heh, in my opinion.

But most of all, it made me think of Joshie. (see archives 18th April). I've not seen him since that day, though I do think about him from time to time.

In case you're wondering, Josh is 8, and autistic. Only met him once, but I think I love him. Hope he still has that Hamtaro thing I got him from Macdonald's, because other than that, he probably has no recollection of me.

Hope that you have had many 5 red car days since I last saw you.

To mandy: You are SO right you know? Thanks for putting things into perspective! I feel like the last post was crap and I have half a mind to delete it.

To jiaquan: Thanks for your honest and very encouraging comments! Really felt a tear come to my eye. =~) You still one of the sweetest people I know, fellow ISFP buddy! Haha, and to answer your question; I'm going into NUS life science in a few days. How's playing with fireworks working out for you? Will be thinking about you when I see them at this years NDP! LOL

posted by beckyboo @ 2:06 AM 0 comments

Chronic Insecurity Rears its Ugly Head

Reading some emails from USP campers and OGLs. Ok, I know this is lame, but when they gave comments for everyone, i'm always listed last, and attached to some vague, hardly meaningful one-liner. eg. "Becky: Nice having you in my group!" Can't help but feel like I hardly made any impression, that I'm some faceless wallflower. Annonymity has its drawbacks.

And they all described their memories of camp as super-duper-duper fun. I'm like, really meh? I mean, camp was alright for me, but it wasnt exactly life-changing. It was fun and enjoyable, and I do wish it were longer, but i'm not exactly waxing lyrical about it.

Curses, blights and plagues be upon my shy nature and lack of social skills!

That's really what i'm afraid of I guess, that I will end up left behind as people make new friends, and float through my 4 years(hopefully 4) of university life alone, lonesome as a piece of driftwood. Driftwood? Haha, well, you get the idea.

Today was the first saturday of the year I didnt go for bay. Felt really sick so I went home and slept it off. Feeling much better now. But... heh. decided that i wont share that thought, it might rather shock you.

Oh yeah, do check out my guest appearance on Benben's blog!

posted by beckyboo @ 11:28 PM 2 comments

Mood Swings: Blame the Hormones

Was relatively happy when dinner was finished. The post-camp company was great, everyone was more relaxed and comfortable, it being the last day already. But when i called my mum to pick me up... started to get really upset.

Was feeling kinda sick through camp, runny nose, throat so sore that i had difficulty swallowing, wisdom tooth growing out that hurt so bad, and i suspect a very mild fever as a result of the tooth thing. Guess that contributed to it, plus the lack of sleep. But when my mum seemed so reluctant to pick me up, like i was such a great nuisance, it stung. and then this.

"can you fetch me at holland v?"
"what are you doing there? go chionging ah?" (ever since watching some stupid "documentary" on Get Real! my mother believes that i'm a hardcore clubber and that i'm in a club when i ask her to fetch me at 9pm)
"what the? no la, holland v where got club?"
"holland v where?"
"the ipoh horfun place. ... why do you always assume the worst about me?"
"okok, bye, bye." *hangs up*

Shit la, feels damn shitty to have my mum think so poorly of me, and in such an irrational manner to. The more I thought about it, the shittier i felt. So i bought myself a coffee at coffeebean to calm myself down in the car, and though it cost me $6, it was worth it. There were so many times i let the tears roll down my face, sitting there in the back row in the dark, hoping that neither my mom or brother sitting in front would notice.

I hit my head really hard on the door while getting in, cos my mum was hurrying me saying that there were cars behind. Damn pain la, and she just made me feel worse. When i cooled down enough and coughed to regain my non-on-the-verge-of-tears voice, i told my mum about my tooth problem and she was like so unconcerned. And it hurt to think that my group members showed more concern for me than she did. It still does.

Before getting into the car, i was rehearsing in my mind the things i wanted to say to get right back, but i would never say out, forcing myself to calmly sip coffee instead. It went like this: I expected her to say, woah got so much money to buy coffeebean huh? and i would say: "yeah, they just started selling coffeebean in all the chionging places now, didnt the documentary say?" but she never asked about the coffee.

It's irrational, my covert emotional outburst, and i refused to let anyone see, cos i know its irrational. But i feel it. and it sucks.

I felt like i didnt want to talk to my parents anymore. They arent really listening when i say things anyway. And i dont want to ask for anything anymore, cos i already know the answer. I felt like running away, as irrational as i knew it was, i felt like being alone, out of their stifling, smothering grasp. Yeah, even my dad i guess, but much less than my mom.

It's too late for me to let them back into my life. They werent there for me in my growing up years, and i've grown far too accustomed to living without them for them to enter the picture again. Especially so for my mum.

I went home and cried. Frustrated, angry tears, suppressed sobs, occassional squeaks. And you know what? Along the way, my class ring broke. What damn good timing. Misery.

This song is how i feel. (except for one weird line)

How's It Gonna Be : Third Eye Blind

I'm only pretty sure
that I cant take any more
Before you take a swing
I wonder
What are we fighting for?
When I say out loud
I wanna get out of this
I wonder
Is there anything I'm gonna miss

I wonder how its gonna be
When you don't know me
How's it gonna be
When you're sure I'm not there
How's it gonna be
When there's no one there to talk to
Between you and me
Cos I dont care
how's it gonna be
how's it gonna be

Where we used to laugh there's a shouting match
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch
Signs that I can't ignore
Like the hammock by the doorway
We spent time in
Swings empty
I dont see lightning like last Fall
When it was always
About to hit me

I wonder
How's it gonna be
When it goes down
How's it gonna be
When you're not around
How's it gonna be
When you find out there was nothing
Between you and me
Cos I dont care
How's it gonna be

How's it gonna be
When you don't know me
Anymore
How's it gonna be

Bridge:
Wanna get myself back in again
The soft dive of oblivion
I wanna taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivion
Oblivion
How's it gonna be
When you dont know me anymore
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be

I thought i was way too old to be having this kinda pre-pubescent angst. Damn. Maybe I am still a child.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:18 PM 3 comments

Getting too lazy to blog, like i was telling serene. But this must be said,

THANK YOU DOM!

he bought me a pair of havaianas for my birthday after reading my blog. Really nice of him, totally didnt expect it.

Ok, will be away at yet another camp, this time USP camp, till thursday. Will miss daniel's send off supper =( he will be recruit choo and bald the next time i see him.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:27 AM 0 comments

my 100th post

Had originally intended to post my 100th post on sunday, after the ublues performance, telling you how much I now love Trevor Jalla, but due to some fault with picasa, I couldnt put up a photo, and so decided to heck it.

Long run-on sentences, doncha just love them?

Today did something i'd never thought i'd do. Went out to east coast for cycling with dom and hozea, of all people. Its not that i dont like them or something, its just that i NEVER go out with them normally; and just the two of them alone somemore, just very incongruous. People from bay will understand what i mean.

We were meant to meet at 12 at macs. I instructed dom to give me a wake up call at 11, to which he complied, but i went back to sleep right after that, only to wake up at 12:40. Was abit startled at the lateness, but then i remembered... dom and hozea. Haha, no bad feelings yeah guys?, but none of us are exactly famous for being on time. And true enough, dom was late and aezoh was at bugis for some reason. No harm done!

We cycled, though i didnt really feel like cycling. And aezoh fell (he was blading) for apparently no reason. There we were, just going along, and suddenly he just kinda flips over. Didnt see any bump in the road or nothing. weird.

I guess the guys also felt it abit weird for us to be out, or maybe im being abit presumptious. I was pretty comfortable actually, but there were many silences. Strangely enough, comfortable silences, to me anyway. My thoughts buzzed around in my head with the ferociousness of an angry bee, and the next moment they were as calm as the distant horizon. I felt like going out with them made me retreat into my thoughts, like we were collectively seeking solitude, as ironic as it sounds, thats really what i felt. i know im weird, but im just trying to report the reality in my life.

After cabbing down to tanjong pagar with aezoh i went to bugis to meet daddy. As usual, he picked the magazine stand as a meeting place. I got there early this time and started to browse. Didnt know there were SO many trashy fashion, entertainment, fitness, bridal magazines around. But i chanced upon Guitar Player Masters Series which was doing one on Heroes of the Electric Blues. After my recent encounter with blues, and my current adoration for Trevor Jalla, I knew i just HAD to buy it, $18 price tag or no. So I did. ($10 contributed by dear old dad)

Made myself even happier with some ya kun kaya toast. Love the stuff. Finally bought my red bull shirt but its a little too big for me. Ah well, cant be perfect ya. Commuted home with dad, in rush hour traffic. Me and dad talked about Frogs, in particular this frog that he wants to buy for me as a pet. It sounds quite fabulous actually. It starts off the size of a 50 cent coin but at full maturity is about the size of an apple. Its length is the same as its width, so its kinda square and squat. Its mouth is as big as its face (i had me some fun trying to image a human with such proportions). They eat mealworms but also baby mice. That was the clincher. What a kickass pet!

At taekwondo (henceforth abbreviated TKD) the teacher (aka bruce lee) said that i wouldnt get a double promotion at the grading this saturday. Dang. I had my heart set on being a colour belt. But i guess i can still work at it, i havent even been graded yet so its really too early to say.

Starting to really like the kids at TKD. They are just so full of energy, running about at every opportunity. Their antics are really quite endearing. Noticed this little boy (no more than 6 by my reckoning) who's already a green belt, he has these amazingly long lashes k! Something about them being waist-height... just kicks in this "awww-factor" hidden deep down inside me. Their naturalness and uninhibitedness, they'll just come up and ask you the most inane things. This little indian boy (long lashes too!) gave the aunty a sticker today, so cute, let her choose somemore. And you should see them do taekwondo moves in their small outfits! Enai'd have a fit!

On monday this guy in class called daniel talked to me, he's 20, a paramedic and was apparently from AJ too, and lives very near me, ave 1. He didnt go home right after class, and i didnt want to trouble myself with halting conversation on the way home, so i hung around with the small girls and walked with them. The other time there was this other guy who caught up with me from behind (see archives), last week i found out that his name is joel, J2 hwachong and lives in the same condo as cherie. Was slightly relieved that they werent there today, cos awkward halting conversation is quite tiring for me. But today as i was walking back, just wished i had someone to walk with me and make it less boring. Would have been very happy if Pearl (sec 1 girl) did, she stays so near me, but she went out to buy stuff at central instead. Hai, its not exactly right to say that i miss enai, cos i doubt she would walk me home from TKD, but i miss having friends around me all the time i guess.

Came back, had a bath, read the papers, read my Guitar Player while listening to Everyday I Got the Blues, and then finally finished reading Of Human Bondage and a glass of homemade bandung. And before i knew it, it was 3+.

I read alot, and i love it.

While going through the book, i found some parts incredibly delightful, just took my breath away to read them, so much so that i felt compelled to blog it down and express it in my own way (see archives). But some parts i felt were so incredibly stupid, and reading through them was tedious. Which was why I started and finished other books like Graham Swift's Waterland before i finished OHB (Of Human Bondage). But at the end of the book, everything comes together, even the stupid parts, and you realise that it was just Maugham's way of helping you see the stupidity of the character and the wholesomeness of the conclusion in contrast. But that having been said, I still thought that the book was too drawn out and tedious, that Maugham is at his sharp, incisive best when he does short stories. What the book did manage to do superbly was to lay out Maugham's understanding of human nature and the meaning of Life; I used to think him incredibly cynical (which was why i liked him? dunno), but i now see that behind it, at the end of the day, what he still believes in is... haha, to spell it out would be to give away the ending. I don't agree exactly with his ideas but its so well written... So read it for yourselves dears, wonderful wonderful stuff.

Thought from looking out at the sea: Why do people always say "the waves lazily lapping at the shore"? The waves are NOT lazy, they are incessant, persisting moment after moment into perpetuity.

posted by beckyboo @ 2:59 AM 2 comments

This day in history...

8th July
1994 - Kim Jong Il, N.Korea, dies. Empire passes on to son Kim Il Song. Or is it the other way around? I forget. Country plagued (up till this day) by chronic famine, expected to crumble under the leadership of the son. Despite various flirtations with nuclear weaponry which put it in a bad position with many aid-giving nations, N. Korea managed to survive, and is slowly beginning to open it's country up to economic reforms.

1954 - Col. Carlos Castillo Armas is elected president of the junta that overthrew the administration of Guatemalan President Jacobo Arbenz Guzman in late June 1954. The election of Castillo Armas was the culmination of U.S. efforts to remove Arbenz and save Guatemala from what American officials believed to be an attempt by international communism to gain a foothold in the Western Hemisphere.

1985 - I was born. According to an account by my mother, it was the hottest month of the year. Admist the sweltering, sultry heat, I arrived. Singapore was in the throes of a recession, economic outlook was poor.

So, what did i do for my birthday this year, 2004?

Allowed myself to wake up abominably late, well into the afternoon. Intended to go out and chill at some coffee joint and just think. But it was raining, so i stayed home and bummed around instead. Finally got off my butt and dragged myself down to queenstown police centre to take my final theory test. That's right. On my birthday.

Mum and bros picked me up and we went to meet dad for dinner. This cool-looking place i spotted called Curry Favour. Specialises in Jap curry, really quite delicious! And filling too, I looked at the plate and thought i could eat the whole thing, but halfway through, i was already full! Amazing!

Walked around after that. Bought me a cool-looking watch for $10! Cheapo! Wanted to go for coffee after that since i didnt get to in the afternoon, but brothers had school the next day. So we sent them back first and then parents took me out to gardens. Intended to go to coffeebean, but Dad decided to try Happy Daze for a change. Walked in a realised it was a pub, but sat down and had some drinks anyway. First time having alcohol with parents ya, interesting. The place was nice and comfy, and coolest part of all, they let you bring your dog in! There were these 2 doggies wearing shirts and all at the other table. (No timo and nick, they were NOT smoking)

Next day Friday 9th July

Was supposed to go to some mrt station at 8:30 to help give out flyers but forgot that i already agreed to meet granny for lunch. ARGH. Hope they dont think im some irresponsible slacker. (but maybe I am?) They called me at 9 and i was still in bed... =(

Went out with granny to Crystal Jade! (^_^) Happy chubby becky! Ate xiao long bao (FAVOURITE), glutinous rice in lotus leaf, roast duck and chicken porridge, roast duck and roast pork (the kind with the crispy skin, IRRESISTABLE). WOAH. I love the food there, excellent stuff! Then after that went to eat chendol somemore.

But wait, the pigging doesnt stop there!

Leaders mtg was at benben's house, we had a BARBEQUE. 'Nuff said.

Wanted to go join them for FNS, but dad didnt let me. Im so ashamed of myself, acted like a total baby, whining and whining about it when he said no. ARGH. Times like these I really hate myself, dont know why i couldnt prevent myself from such moronic behaviour, its like something just came over me.

That put me in a sucky depressed mood for saturday. Woke up so upset with the world that i went right back to sleep again. Plagued by very disturbing dreams, which made me feel worse. But psyched myself up to get ready for BAY, and things started to get better.

But after the meeting, when michael asked us to get drinks out of the bay room, i dropped 2, creating a huge mess on the floor. That really felt like the metaphor for my life, ye bang ye mang, the more I try the messier things become. Felt pangs of despair as I kneeled there, faced by sodden lumps of coloured-sugar-solution-soaked toilet paper. Can you imagine that scenario? Depressing...

And I realised that I had the wrong idea, that the ublues thing was TODAY and not sunday. Sigh, made me feel stupider. But decided to go anyway cos serene was there alone. On the way there with timo, i almost tripped up on a tree root or something. I felt so clumsy and oafish lah. I'm always tripping up, even on my own feet ok, how sad is that. But timo was encouraging, even though all he said was "nevermind la." or something to that effect, I really did feel better. Thanks Bro.

Felt really underdressed going to Esplanade in chapalang t-shirt and shorts. But things got much better at Mrs Field's where we met Serene. Maybe it was the coffee, maybe it was the fellowship, but i felt much happier. There was this cool shop selling movie memorbilia (is that how you spell it) which was owned by timo's friend's sister. Lots of interesting stuff there! Saw this set of Monsters Inc postcards that i wanted to buy for enai cos they had one with Boo, the little girl which i know she finds absolutely adorable. But so chor... and the rest werent very nice anyway.

The gig was by ublues, or universal blues, and they can add to their fanlist one more convert. Maybe i suaku or what, but i thought they were so excellent that i was incredibly hyper for the rest of the night. Couldnt stop saying "Wow...", "Damn cool!", "FWAH", "Inspired!". Really really enjoyed myself. They played some really solid stuff, very groovy, very funky. Felt every bass note pounding in my heart. The bassist was so funky! He got this crazy look, can sing and play bass at the same time, and sings with this rockish-scream voice. And he plays a headless bass! Definetly adding to the cool-factor. And the keyboardist is also a guitarist, he looks so incredibly pro standing behind the keyboards, twiddling with the effects with a guitar strapped around him. And the lead singer! My new hero, man! Really admire his talent. The drummer was a stand-in today, apparently their regular guy is 10 times better (according to Ian), but this guy was so good already its hard to imagine what 10 times better is like. Yeah serene, he really looks like a turtle! Has the tiniest eyes, way smaller than mine.

There was this funky old uncle who got up and started dancing halfway! And he was quite good too! So sporting! Apparently he was the 1980 cha cha champion ok! Dont play play...

Impressed also by how tight the band was, even with a stand-in and guest stars. They had this guy from canada, he played an acoustic bass! FWAH, i've never heard one before, and its got this really interesting tone. The other guest was this guy who played blues harmonica! Take it from a harmonica player, that guy was really a pro. (not that i play blues harmonica, but, anyway) I noticed that they have some sort of code or system, when the lead (trevor) raises the neck of his guitar it means come in again, when the keyboardist counts they know when to stop, when they give each other this certain look it means "hey your turn to solo", another look means "yo, try and beat this". I know cos i sat right in the front.

Really admire that level of communication and understanding they had among themselves. Comes from years of performing and practising together; the intimate understanding they have of each other is evident. If I ever have a band, i want that kind of communication, common love, respect for each other. Rock on!

One thought I had: Thank you God for giving human beings such creativity! I'm amazed at the wonderful music they produced, it was so incredible to me. Even if they arent Christians, their music just speaks to me of a God who is incredibly soulful, artistic, infinetly creative, cos He is the one who made them that way.

I'm going again on sunday, do feel free to come along! Starts at 7:30, Esplanade Waterfront (outside Harry's), they play 3 sets. Good stuff! and its FREE!

posted by beckyboo @ 1:24 AM 1 comments

Your True Nature by llScorpiusll
Username
The quality that most appeals to you:	Empathy
In a survival situation, you:	Fight, and enjoy it
Your hidden talent is:	Courage
Your gift is:	Genius
In groups, you:	Feel uncomfortable
Your best quality is:	Your compassion
Your weakness is:	Being unforgiving
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

Freakily accurate.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:54 PM 1 comments

Slippers

Once upon a time, there was a girl called becky. Now becky owned a pair of slippers. They looked alright, and she was content with them, only finding fault with the fact that they had zero grip and nearly cost her her dignity on rainy days. As such, she set out on a quest to find a nice pair of slippers to replace the slippery ones.

After many days of searching, she finally found one pair that appealed to her and was reasonably priced. A wonderful red and white pair of slippers from topshop. They were her most prized possession (how sad).

She didnt wear them immediately, but left them on her table. As the days passed, Stuff arose and began to take over the desk, like an insidious, papery moss. Enchanted insidious papery moss. Yes.

Then she left of a series of camps, which we shall refer to as sojourns in a faraway land(like penang! FARNESS!) or alternatively, quests of great adventure and daring.

Upon her return, the princess (oh, did i fail to mention becky's royalty?) sought out her most prized possession to put on her large oddly shaped feet and run an errand. Alas, the red and white topshop slippers were nowhere to be found. Grief stricken, an intensive, relentless search ensued, which was only abandoned 5 mins later at 6:00pm when the Simpsons came on.

Till this day, the very location of the slippers remains a mystery. Oooo... mysterious.

Princess becky sporadically sought other means locating the aforementioned slippers when it occured to her that she required them. She considered hypnosis, for perhaps she had kept them somewhere, and the truth of the location was hidden away in her subconscious mind. (in other words, she forgot where she put them ya?) You infidel! How could you even suggest such a vile thing of our princess?!?! May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your left nostril!

Ah hem... where were we?

Yes, so princess becky has now given up the slippers as lost for good. And has turned her attention to other slippers (rebound!). Considering Cinderella's glass slippers as so last century, P. Becky has turned her attention here.

And the moral of the story kiddies? Enchanted insidious papery moss is evil. Yes.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:00 AM 7 comments

Thank you God...

... for stopping the rain just like i asked you to during my driving lesson today

... for keeping me safe from any harm during the aforementioned lesson, esp given my bad driving and the wet road

... for subway sandwiches! They ROCK! (steak and cheese!)

... and meiji strawberry milk, ritter sport chocolate and ruffles too.

... for starlight cinema. Its a wonderful way to watch movies, under the night sky, the grass under your feet, the totally relaxed atmosphere. Chilling out at its best.

... for the free movie tickets! courtesy of power98 when they visited scamp. Thanks guys! (JA & JR) Along came polly was great!

... for serene. She's been an incredible blessing and encouragement to me. Cannot say enough how wonderful she's been. Thank you so much sister =) *hug* haha...

... for daddy. The tireless way he comes to fetch me after my outings, the patience that seems limitless. Love my dad.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:31 AM 0 comments

Catalogue

Super Blowpop, Sour Apple
Hershey's White Chocolate with Almonds
Russell Stover Double Pecan Delight
Russell Stover Almond Delight
Toll House Rich Brownie
Toll House Soft & Chewy Cookie
3 Muskeeters
Hershey's Whachamacallit
S'mores
Baby Ruth
Nutter Butter
Butterfinger
Almond Joy
Overload
Fig Newtons
Lindt Lindor Truffles
Poptarts (s'mores)
Cranberries 'N More
Sam's Choice Mountain Trail Mix
Reeses Swoops
Reeses Pieces
Reeses White Chocolate
Chips Ahoy Chocolate Chewy

This is what arrived in a big box in the mail all the way from the USA. From my best friend Jeanette. I was delirious, but now finally calmed down enough to put up this catalogue. Thanks enai, it definetly cost you a small fortune, and it was silly, extravagant, but you really made me feel SO loved and remembered. Reminding me again that there's no one else on this world who would do things like this for me except you. HUG.

Have many wonderful people to thank too.

First of, those of you who came on saturday. Hey, it was great seeing you again. hi jo, now that i know you read this ;) When i left to go home, had to wrench my heart away. Felt that there was so much left unsaid, that i desperately did not want to lose touch with any of you. Mandy and Fad, thanks for organising, i had a good time. Mandy Ling Fad Joanne Sernyong Jikun Jerry Yongda Guanling Alan Pris Sven Rajeev
We went to Marche's, stuffed our faces! Rosti! Mmm....

Thanks to Ben Shyen, who talked to me over icq. Now there's one really encouraging brother in christ! You lifted my spirits, helped me set things right. You've been such a blessing to me. Keep on doing what's right!

Thanks to Sook Meng too. Your call was really what i needed at that point of time. To hear your familiar voice, your encouragement and friendship, i cant put a value to that. Thanks for being such a faithful, constant friend, even though i get so lazy and never reply your letters.

Thank you to Serene, your friendship has helped me tide through me loneliest of times. And your enthusiasm helps me be so accountable! Thanks for being there for me. Really appreciate your frank honesty n candour. I love hanging out with you!

Thank you most of all God, for giving me so many people who care about me so deeply. Who see me just as I am, flaws warts and all, but still accept me and love me so much. I know that this kind of love is merely a reflection of the love that you have for me. Help me to translate this knowledge into my life, changing the way i live.

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haha, everyone seems to say this about me, even quizzes. but its like not true la, at least i dont think so. But kel always says i look like mandy moore in a walk to remember.... if only i were that skinny ya.

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