the four right chords can make me cry

It's been too long

since I last posted a proper post. So nonsensical and fluffy recently. It's cos I've been so busy that I havent had the time to take it all in, internalise all the crazy activity going on around me. Haven't had time to think, feel, be. I want to Be. You can't spell Becky (or ReBecca for that matter) without Be. I want less Do. I want more Be. yeah.

I realise even that day chilling out with serene I was reading a book, which is still some sort of activity. But still, enforced relaxing is good. Pretending to be at a seaside resort is fun.

oh yah... I wanna kill darryl!!! He totally ate all the ice cream kel bought for me, I didnt even get to touch it. I did'nt even know what flavour it was cos I put it in the freezer still in the plastic bag. Time to layeth the smacketh downeth on the siblingeth. *cracks knuckles*

In other news, I will be missing the concluding episodes of season 1 of my absolutely favouritest show while i'm in thailand. Carnivale!!!! But the episode reviews on tv without pity are HILARIOUS. A bit lewd though, i warn ya. Here's a sample

After some particularly snazzy opening credits (featuring tarot cards, Babe Ruth, Mussolini, Jesse Owens, and the Hindenburg), we begin with Michael J. Anderson addressing us directly in front of a plain black background. "Before the beginning," he solemnly intones as a faint halo of light expands behind him, "after the great war between heaven and hell, God created the Earth and gave dominion over it to the crafty ape he called Man." Hmm. "Crafty ape"? Is that like an orangutan who does macramé?

HAHAHAHA!!!!!! CRAFTY APE!

posted by beckyboo @ 1:31 AM