the four right chords can make me cry

The Stepford Wives

Great movie! Hai, I typed out a very long review just now, but my explorer hanged!!!!!! ARGH! It was good, so I shall now attempt to reproduce it here... SIGH.

Identify with Nicole Kidman's character alot. There was one part where her husband said to her something like "Successful, high-flying, man-hating career bitch. Is that who you want to be?" and she replied, "Ever since I was a little girl." Except for the man-hating and bitch part, me too! Being the oldest child in the family and the only girl, I've always been trying to prove myself, achieve, be successful in the eyes of my parents(because sons are not better than daughters!). Why can't I learn taekwondo? (darren and darryl are already black belts cos they started learning in primary school and I wasnt allowed to learn. They always laugh at my white belt!) Why can't I ride a bike? And when I was younger, Why do I have to keep wearing dresses!??!?!! (Frilly dresses ITCH big time ok)

I'm a feminist at heart, and this film brings it out. Girl power has been totally disgraced by the likes of the Spice Girls(dark, dark days), it's been dragged through the streets and ruined. Being independent is NOT about buying yourself diamonds or treating guys like dirt or having sex with everyone or just paying lip service and singing "Independent Women" while being scantily clad and shamelessly selling yourself as a sex symbol anyway.

I've always suspected that guys have had this immature concept of a "dream girl". You get to know your guy friends well enough, probe deeper, and inevitably, they will all have this notion of a dream girl. Deep down they all visualise this hot babe(preferably blond, with big boobs), who needs the guy to protect her (me Tarzan!), submissive, sweet, and also somehow only has eyes for you.(even if you are a balding, slobering nerd) C'mon, 'fess up! I only got one thing to say to guys like that; Get real!!!!

But girls are guilty too. I call it the KISA complex (Knight in Shining Armour complex). They dream of a prince charming who will ride in on the sunset and sweep them off their glass-slippered(how impractical) feet on a white stallion (or mercedes-benz). Fluffy, romantic, maudlin, mawkish. As such, I regard with great contempt romantic comedies(sorry enai, just not my kind of movie). Some impose these unrealistic expectations on their poor only-human boyfriends. Those that don't have boyfriends reject every guy who does not match up to their impossible ideals. Sorry dears, we live in an imperfect world(as postulated by the movie), and "it's not always rainbows and butterflies; it's compromise."(as postulated by maroon5) Don't expect a fairytale.

I mean, it IS important to have standards and criteria. You should make your choice for a reason, cos if you dont, you'll just change your mind halfway. But what I'm saying is, guys and girls, be realistic.

Another thing I find is true, is that guys are EXTREMELY uncomfortable with women who surpass them. How many times have we heard them say "But I cannot lose to a girl!". Grrr! Makes me want to smack them! Once Benshyen said to me, "You're the best girl guitarist I know." I know you meant it as a compliment, but it was insulting as a girl, implied that all girls are naturally much lousier than guys at guitar. That is SO not true!

The male ego is easily bruised. That's why some guys become abusive I guess. When they fail to win an arguement(verbal), they resort to physical strength, an advantage they will always have over us females. And that's why I find gentleness a very attractive quality in a guy. I thought to myself that if I ever get attached, the guy should be comfortable with himself and proud of who he is, no matter how well or how badly I do in life. But guys like that are rare...

Herein lies my paradox. Honestly, I want someone to protect me, because sometimes I feel so vulnerable. Sometimes I just want someone to give me a hug, tell me everything's going to be ok, to cry my heart out to, to be myself with, as weak and fragile as I am. But I also desperately want to be independent, strong and I hate people telling me what to do. The last thing I want to be is needy, dependent and clingy.

Anyway, back to the movie. Go watch! It's hilarious! Look out for the gay guy robert, he's adorable! And Bette Midler's caricature of the sardonic, witty, grouchy, protesting novelist is incredibly entertaining. Also look out for the swipes taken at Disney and AOL etc which have come to be expected from every Dreamworks movie now. My kind of humour! Thigh-slappingly funny! Not many people might think like me, but if you do, you will be positively tickled!

I dont mind watching it again! *hint hint* And I wanna watch 'The Terminal' too, when it comes out. If any of you are watching must jio me k!!!

Are you guilty of the dream girl or KISA complex yourself? Or do you think I'm bigoted and misguided? Comments please!

If I knew how to put music on this blog I would leave you here with a lovely number by Ella Fitzgerald(one my my fav jazz singers) called The Man I Love. But since I dont, here are the lyrics =)

The Man I Love :: Ella Fitzgerald

Someday he'll come along
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay

He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand
And in a little while
He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word

Maybe I shall meet him sunday
Maybe monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe tuesday will be my good news day

We'll build a little home
Just meant for two
From which I'll never roam
Who would, would you?
And so all else above
I'm waiting for
The man I love

posted by beckyboo @ 1:24 AM 3 comments

Hi readers. Today was a weird weird day, many very bad mood swings, so much so that reality became a little blur at one point. But right now you've caught me at some kind of equilibrium that will hopefully last me for the week ahead at least.

And since i'm a science student,
sanity + cheerfulness <---> depression + irrationality, Ka=1.97

at the moment, equilibrium lies exactly in the centre, so reactants and products are in a 1:1 proportion. But life is not a closed system, and the slightest change in the situation will radically shift the equilibrium to the right or the left. In other words, don't push it.

For all we understand about the brain and neurotransmitters like serotonin, endorphins, opiates, etc. emotions can't be explained away by science.

Pass the prozac.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:58 PM 0 comments

Saw 20 minutes of the VCD today in the library. I want to watch the rest!
Sex, Lies and Videotape.

This is still a revelatory movie about sexual paranoia and the instability of relationships. Only Spader has subsequently come close (in Crash) to matching the power of his work here as the creepy voyeur Graham. There's a morbid elegance in the way the characters circle and manipulate each other, a chilling lack of feeling, that cuts to the icy heart of the matter. The film's formal precision and the sleek, expensive minimalism of on-screen architecture suggest living death, as 1980s consumerism worms its way into sexual politics and eats out the very soul of the characters. (http://www.thecontext.com/docs/1276.html)

posted by beckyboo @ 12:27 AM 0 comments

I love my mornings in school. Especially today. Cool, crisp, fresh morning breeze. Faint strains of what seems to be Jon Mayer wafting over from Gecko. The stillness, the tranquility, before the demands of the day encroach and tear me away, tear me apart. As the minutes stream by, I am reluctantly propelled into the future, and the heaviness grows in my heart.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:00 AM 1 comments

Humanity

True to my nature, I am awaken at 8am by a phonecall from the CSC people. LATE AGAIN. I contemplate taking a cab, but remember that I have exceptionally bad cab-flagging skills. (It once took me half an hour to flag a cab k) But the moment I reach the main road, the first thing I see is a cab. And the cabbie sees me too, eyeing me suspciously. But cos I hadnt decided yet, I let him pass. Weirdly enough, the moment I turn around after crossing the road TWO empty cabs pass me by. Is this a sign? One more cab later, I decide, heck, just take cab la.

Only had $10 with me and I warned the uncle, bukit batok is a long way off. But you know what? The uncle was SO nice to me, he said nevermind! Was really touched by that simple gesture, sent my mind into a tornado of mediations on the goodness of human nature.

Long ago, like sec2, me and enai used to have these debates about human nature. (I can only remember this one cos I actually was right for once) She of course believed that human beings are intrinsically good, and I of course believed that human beings are intrinsically evil. And so they are. But times like today I have to acknowledge the kindness and goodness in humanity.

I screw up by not waking up on time, and some uncle earns a little less money. Thing I learnt is that there are consequences and a price to be paid, though a little bit of money is a trivial example. Sometimes I just live my life as though there are no repercussions, do whatever I feel like doing, forgetting that my actions do affect others. Like how I can keep on sinning, even though I know Christ has already paid the price for me, and what a high price that was, His very own life.

But todays story ends happy. I find $2, cos darren actually paid for my supper last night so I still had that bit of cash. So grateful to the taxidriver that I just gave him all $12 though the ride was only $10.70. (though extravagant, this later proves to be unwise)

Floating on a cloud of belief in the human race, I descend on Yusof Ishak secondary school. Really did'nt know what to expect. Least of all Donita Rose's husband!

I was there for this programme called Thumbs Up!, we teach the kids about their DISC profile and help them identify their strengths and weaknesses. It was really the most meaningful thing ever! The message was so positive, it was all about encouraging them to have dreams in their lives, teaching them to believe in themselves, building up their self-esteem and confidence. Thought it was the best thing ever! The class we got was really great too, they were spontaneous, honest, responsive and co-operative. I really enjoyed spending time with all the kids, they were so open.

I looked at all their bright, earnest faces, and for a brief moment I was tempted to become a teacher. Haha, but the moment passed swiftly. I almost shed a tear when Eric (Mr Donita Rose, haha) gave his parting speech. It was so meaningful! Touched a chord in me, a deep, rich, reverberating chord (like Debussy). I felt my heart swelling up with tenderness for those crazy 14 year olds, I felt like I wanted to affirm them again and again, that no matter what anyone said to them, they were so valuable and precious. At that moment I felt ready to attack anyone who dared to undermine their self worth with a rusty hatchet. And then some!

Was truly a great experience which left me babbling incoherently to Eric, in shy, stuttered sentences, trying ineloquently to express what I had just felt. (I may be reasonably fluent in my writing, but I'm REALLY bad at talking) Oh and Eric is such a nice guy, he clearly loves donita a lot, talked about her a fair bit. We were supposed to write our names on a bright orange name tag and either what we wanted to be, or who was our hero in life. He wrote: "good husband + dad". C'mon, say it with me now; "AWWWWWW....!!!!! SO SWEET!!!" I want to marry someone like that!

okok, so why was giving the uncle all my earthly wealth (at the time) a bad idea? Cos I did'nt have any money to get home after that. But this girl lent me a dollar and I took bus to bukit batok MRT where my parents picked me up. Mum made a heck of a lot of noise about it, gave me no peace. I would have tried to get back on my own borrow more money or something, but I didnt want to be too late for BAY. Dad was his usual patient, tolerant self, thank goodness.

Humanity. Think about it.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:05 PM 0 comments

Day of starvation

It was a good thing I had some porridge for breakfast this morning, cos the next thing I had was some tepid coffee at 6pm. In between did'nt even get the chance to fill up my water bottle k!

Being her usual impatient self, my mum left without me this morning. So I had to go to school myself. Normally we leave the house at 8ish and I get to school by about 8:30. But cos I woke up at 8:15, and travelled there myself, I only reached school at 10+. Quite a waste of time yes.

Had symposium meeting. USC is planning this youth symposium for the 18th of Sept, and I volunteered to help out. Woah quite ambitious, we're planning a publication, sounds like ALOT of work. Planned to grab some lunch and print my notes before my class at 12, but the meeting ended at 12. So I rushed off to my Mind class. I like Dr. Favareau, but cos I went for aezoh's send off last night, I was kinda zonked during lesson, almost fell asleep. (plus, I didnt do the homework, felt bad)

Then rushed off for biochem lab all the way at the other end of school at science. Briefly encountered bona (ie ran past him). 4 hour lab, was quite ok la. So lazy am I that I didnt have my practical manual printed out, so went to lab effectively empty handed. But my partner seems super competent! Yay, can leave things to her then! *grin* I'm with a whole bunch of Food Science ppl cos I had a timetable clash. Just as well la, I guess Life Science can get abit, erm, inbred, for lack of a better word.

The lab was so cold (aircon+rain) so i just had to grab a hot drink before rushing off for tutorial. Again didnt even print out the tutorial, much less have it completed. So just winged it. Thank goodness the class is so huge, I can fly under the radar for now.

Then rushed off to chatterbox (that's the uni scholars club clubroom, and incidentally, the youth group in China). Supposed to meet the USP camp group for dinner in belated celebration of Renshao's birthday, BUT renshao forgot about it... Haha. Poor shamantha, hope she wasnt disappointed by the turnout, she was the one calling everyone up and all.

We walked around trying to find a canteen with stalls open. I was dying on the inside! STARVED! Made me abit high I think, I threatened to eat Ronald McDonald if he didnt stop his insolent, idiotic grin, even if he was plastic! Haha, that was when we were climbing the stairs to engin mac and I was REALLY hungry.

It was quite fun, I felt quite at ease. Put me in a rather good mood, and on the bus ride home I was sitting by the window and quietly singing to myself some jazz ditties. Hope the other passengers didnt think I was crazy.

Was still singing, but louder, when I got home and went into my parent's room to make my presence felt. I dumped my bag on the bed and was rather off key when my mum announced: "Kenny is here." I was like EH? but there he was, with my bro at the com. Rather surprising but surprise soon turned into supper plans. He passed his driving! So when he was done, we swung by tian en's place and then headed for gardens.

Hung out at coffeebean, it was nice, the 4 of us. Comfortable, familiar, safe, known. The kind of things creature-of-habit me likes. me likeee.

Crazy part is, here i am blogging and chatting at 2:30am when I have to be at bukit batok at 7:40am tmr morning. Not that bad, when considered in isolation. But I've had very little sleep the past week, and i know it's not going to hold out for much longer. Okok, gonna forcibly remove myself from the computer now.

posted by beckyboo @ 1:47 AM 0 comments

Question: What is the most beautiful vehicle in the whole of NUS?
will give you the answer at the end of this post, but here is the main post to distract you a little first. =)

Finished 2 books in 3 days! Not bad by my standards! All thanks to the 1.5hour long bus rides from home to NUS.

Borrowed them out of the library. Everyone was borrowing textbooks and school stuff, and there I was checking out 2 storybooks, short works of fiction. How un-hardworking.

First was The Teenage Workbook by Adrian Tan. Despite of its teen romance themes, I found myself enjoying it. Light, fluffy, and funny, breezed through it in a few hours. Go Singaporean writers! The references to all things local made the book feel so... familiar? In a good way...

Second is The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, a book that I've been meaning to read for a LONG time. Its fun too, light and breezy as well. But I see alot of parallels to the module I'm taking now on the mind, despite the fluffiness of the humour, it actually touches on the same things as Descartes and Plato, albeit with no intention of philosophical inquiry.

Here's an excerpt!

'Seventy-five thousand generations ago, our ancestors set this program in motion,' the second man said, 'and in all that time we will be the first to hear the computer speak,'
'An awesome prospect, Phouchg, 'the answer to the great question of Life...!'
'The Universe...!' said Loonquawl.
'And Everything...!'
'Shh,' said Loonquawl with a slight gesture, 'I think Deep Thought is preparing to speak!'
There was a moment's expectant pause whilst panels slowly came to life on the front of the console. Lights flashed on and off experimentally and settled down into a businesslike pattern. A soft low hum came from the communication channel.
'Good morning,' said Deep Thought at last,
'Er... Good morning, O Deep Thought,' said Loonquawl nervously, 'do you have...er, that is...'
'An answer for you?' interrupted Deep Thought majestically, 'Yes. I have.'
The two men shivered with expectancy. Their waiting had not been in vain.
'There is really one?' breathed Phouchg.
'There is really one,' confirmed Deep Thought.
'To Everything? To the great Question of Life, the Universe and Everything?'
'Yes.'
Both of the men had been trained for this moment, their lives had been a preparation for it, they had been selected at birth as those who would witness the answer, but even so they found themselves gasping and squirming like excited childern,
'And you're ready to give it to us?' urged Loonquawl.
'I am.'
'Now?'
'Now,' said Deep Thought.
They both licked their dry lips.
'Though i don't think,' added Deep Thought, 'that you're going to like it,'
'Doesn't matter!' said Phouchg. 'We must know it! Now!'
'Now?' inquired Deep Thought.
'Yes! Now...'
'Alright,' said the computer and settled into silence again. The two men fidgeted. The tension was unbearable.
'Alright,' said Deep Thought, 'The Answer to the Great Question...'
'Yes...!'
'Of Life, the Universe and Everything...' said Deep Thought.
'Yes...!'
'Is...' said Deep Thought, and paused.
'Yes...!'
'Is...'
'Yes...!!!...?'
'Forty-two,' said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.

The Answer(as promised): 42! Haha no lar, the real answer is: The MILO TRUCK! (hahaha!!! had 2 cups today)

posted by beckyboo @ 12:11 AM 1 comments

Thanks to all the people who tagged. =) I know all those things, its just that sometimes, they don't feel like they're true, know what I mean? I remember what jiaquan said to me, reminding me about my ISFP character, that I take time to warm up. Daniel Loh encouraged me the same way too. And then I see the test on serene's blog! I took it, but I got INTP instead, just like her. But reading the descriptions ISFP is more accurate. I remember my S/N and F/T scores were very close, but I was and extreme I and extreme P. Here we go.


People of this type tend to be: kind, humble, and highly empathetic; thoughtful, faithful, and affectionate with those they know well; sensitive to criticism and easily hurt; quiet, soft-spoken, and gentle; adaptable, responsive, and curious; realistic and down to earth.
The most important thing to ISFPs is feeling peaceful and harmonious with the people and places that matter most to them.

Very true! I cannot bear it if I know someone is angry with me, dislikes me, finds me annoying, or even doesnt care I exist. I'm very sensitive to it. Makes me very self-conscious and awkward around people. Its really easy to wound me that way. I'm mortified at the thought of embarassment.

Great careers for ISFPs

• Primary care physician
• Occupational therapist
• Designer: interior / landscape
• Massage therapist (!?!)
• Customer service representative
• Fashion designer
• Chef (i'd rather be a waitress, but chef is good too)
• Paralegal
• Surveyor
• Registered Nurse
• Dental hygienist (whaddat?)
• Travel agent / tour operator
• Home health worker
• Medical assistant
• Alcohol and drug addiction counselor (cool!)

How to Love an ISFP

• Be a patient and supportive listener; make it safe for me to speak my mind.
• Appreciate my gentle, nurturing nature and ability to find joy in simple pleasures.
• Express your love and affection freely and often!
• Demonstrate your devotion in thoughtful actions.
• Try not to nag me about order, or force decisions too quickly.
• Above all - Show me you love me exactly the way I am.

YEAH! Yes to all the above!

Parenting ISFPs

The Joys and Challenges of Raising ISFPs:
They are affectionate, caring, and loyal, but are also extremely sensitive and are easily hurt or rejected. While they are observant, quiet, and gentle, they tend not to see the implications of their actions and may become overwhelmed with large tasks.

What works with ISFPs:
hold and snuggle them a lot; speak to them with a soft and gentle voice; give your full attention when they speak to you. (My parents hugged me maybe once or twice in my self aware lifetime and NEVER snuggled me ever)

support their feelings and allow them to express themselves in their own time and style
model assertiveness and create an atmosphere where they are safe to practice these budding skills

Parents of ISFPs: they'll know you really love them when you...buy them clothing made of silk(?), velvet(?!?), velour(?!?!?!), or bring home a pet. (ahhh, now you're talking!)

How to Spot ISFPs:

• gentle, soft-spoken, and modest
• relaxed, easygoing, and accommodating
• unassuming (what nearly every teacher wrote in my report book) and not terribly assertive
• fun loving, caring, and sensitive

Tips for Communicating with ISFPs:

• Avoid confrontations! Be cooperative and gentle
• Stress the practical ways they can be of assistance to others
• Make projects fun - enjoy the moment with them

posted by beckyboo @ 11:21 PM 0 comments

Going for sailing camp tmr! Hope it goes well.

Have realised that i'm STILL a wallflower. I naturally shut up in a group, I naturally say things that make conversation ground to a halt. I consider it a strength usually, makes me a good listener, but it also means that I fare very poorly in social settings. Sigh. Alone again.

Makes me miss the comfort of old friends, people who i'm so comfortable with, people with whom i dont have to rack my brain for something interesting to say. All you 11/02 people, all you BAY people. Mandy, wish we could have met that day, but nevermind la. Veron, Rach, Ling, Fadz, Jerry, Ben & Ben, Alan, Yongdy, Jikun...etc. I MISS YOU!

Feel like I have started off school on the wrong foot. My anti-social foot. (Anti-social feet?) Just didnt feel like going out of the way to talk to strangers, just felt blah. Need to adjust.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:40 PM 0 comments

Writers block for the past few days... even now. Nothing much to write really, but writing is a discipline, so gotta force yourself to keep going at times like this.

Hmm let's see. Watched Singapore Idol, and I think that Christopher Lee guy is cute. Got a very nice smile, guai-kia look, and a calm, quiet confidence that is not supercilious. Got one guy, looks abit like neth, and the judges were like so mean to him for no real reason.

No problem Serene. Don't mention it. But hope that you're taking care of yourself, maybe work less if you can? You know yourself best, how much you can take, just getting abit concerned about your lack of sleep and all.

I have been on a leftover food diet(diet?) since my mum's national day dinner yesterday. Which means that I've been eating potato salad(would you like some potato with your mayonnaise?), ice cream, fish curry and spaghetti at all hours of the day. When I was'nt eating, I was rolling around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. SLOTH. I feel 4 kg heavier! I feel my cheeks swelling with fat cells! I feel my double chin multiplying!

And I'm already more than 10kg heavier than mandy. Oh well.

Real school starts tmr. Ack. Havent really given it much thought. Still havent cleaned my room. SIGH. procrastination. Feeling so incredibly lazy now, too lazy to even think...

My dad is asking who wants to go for supper?!?! And in spite of myself, I'm tempted. If only I didnt involve moving to the car, which is like, a whole floor away?! Haha... man, I am piggy.

posted by beckyboo @ 10:22 PM 0 comments

pung sai!
I forgot all about bidding today, and as a result I didnt get my critical writing module!!! I was online lor, doing dunno what not important thing, then at 3:06pm I was abruptly reminded about bidding, only to realise seconds later that bidding closed at 3:00pm. PUNG SAI!!!

Now I have to go bid again?!?! And this time confirm have to take some writing module that does not interest me as much. The alternative would be not to take writing this sem and take SS instead. HAI, but there arent many nice SS modules left anyway!!!

ANYWAY

Was watching tv just now and here's a quote for you.

"I was very angry that no one dared to take up his challenge; even the young sixty year olds!"
Dalip Singh, 83, champion of the Punjab rural olympics; responding to a 90 year old 'upstart' from england who issued a public challenge in the local papers.

Amazing. And he was fast too! Even more amazing was that he had competitors; he raced in the 80 and above category. During the race he was actually beaten by this guy, who was disqualified soon after when they discovered that he was a "mere boy of 60". Holy cow, you should have seen those skinny old guys in turbans go! Jaw droppingly (is there such a word? well, there should be.), Dalip only began running at 60.

Inspired!

More funky old people.

Watched the next show after that cool rural olympics show (they had events like cattle drag racing, strongman contests, driving tractors over people, loading and unloading rice sacks on a truck race... etc). It was about wuxia pian. Woah damn cool also! Got one aunty, very bad make-up and all but she was doing some martial arts demo. 93 years old. NINETY THREE YEARS OLD. Started learning at 8, debuted as instructor in her first movie at 16. Funky!

Now I want to watch wuxia pian. If can find, that is. One-armed Swordsman (the original, not New One-armed Swordsman) and Come Drink With Me. Classics!

TKD
Really starting to enjoy TKD. Suddenly things got a lot friendlier there, not that things were hostile before, but now I hang around and talk to some people after lessons for a bit. There are 4 new students my age. 2 girls, dont talk to them, but i think they're PRC. And this guy and girl, joy and terrence. Also started to talk to the black belt guy and girl who have been there for a long time, they're both 22. People around my age!!! Finally! And there's still daniel and joel, both came today but i didnt talk to them. But yay! Cant explain why its just so much nicer with people your own age. Well sort of my age anyway. They don't really believe i'm 19, think im like sec 2 or something.

Today for sparring the coach pit the black belt guys and himself against a few of us at a time. For the senior belt guys, it was 2 of them vs one black belt. Quite intense, they serious one, so very fierce. By the time it got to my level, it was 4 of us girls against 1 black belt. And by the time it got to the kids, it was 4 or 5 to each black belter and 6 to sir. Haha, that was SO cute! The black belts and sir would bend down and just let the kids kick them, occassionally "fighting back" to scare them abit. Positively adorable!

so yeah, TKD rocks!

posted by beckyboo @ 2:44 AM 2 comments

What is it with everyone?!? Why does everyone seem to be in such a mushy mood?!?! ok, maybe I dont understand, but its mildly icky. First V, then cheryl, now even ben! Haha.

But keeping in a similar vein, here's a line i found that i thought was really funny!

I used to miss him, but my aim is improving.

*grin* my own contribution to all the you/he/her/him/she ambiguity.

Here's what i really wanted to post though, very important.

Butterflies flutter by;
Flutterbys butter fly.

this is the important bit--->Its not always rainbows and butterflies, its compromise.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:57 PM 0 comments