the four right chords can make me cry

4 year 4 friends awake at 4am.

Whee~

posted by beckyboo @ 4:44 AM 0 comments

Darn scientists.

MAPK: Mitogen-Activated Protein Kinase
MAPKK: Mitogen-Activated Protein Kinase Kinase
MAPKKK: Mitogen-Activated Protein Kinase Kinase Kinase
MAPKAPK: MAPK-Activated Protein Kinase

Argh
Arghargh
Argharghargh
sigh.

posted by beckyboo @ 4:11 AM 0 comments

After weeks on end of staring at my double-spaced thesis.doc for a few hours each day,

single-spaced just looks wrong.

posted by beckyboo @ 4:50 AM 0 comments

On dentists on Sundays.

while my guitar gently weeps.
hahahha
wah, quite hard to fix your own teeth i think

Fadzli - "the man who trims himself to suit everybody will soon whittle himself away"
painful, inaccurate, but i do believe possible
if u were like the last person on heart
earth i mean
gosh mind not thinking straight

while my guitar gently weeps.
earth--> hearth--> heart
tadah!
in DNA terms
this is called translocation

Fadzli - "the man who trims himself to suit everybody will soon whittle himself away"
gosh dun get me started

posted by beckyboo @ 10:43 PM 0 comments

I once complained.

But in truth, I still love potatoes, in all their fantastic forms.

Think of it, chicken curry with no potatoes! How flat our curry puffs would be!

Did you know that 2008 is the year of the potato?

Happy IYP!
(international year of the potato)

posted by beckyboo @ 10:08 PM 1 comments

There was something poetic in the pathos of the trickle of water; glinting and gurgling in the moonlit drain. Ah, sewage and modern living.

The neighbourhood was so still. Cars, immovable and obdurate along their pavements, not sleeping but static, part of the landscape since time immemorial. Leached of the sharp saturation of the day, indistinct and grey forms merged into the dark. Every thing loses its boundaries at 2am.

In contrast (contrast), I considered the perfect white marble that has journeyed far to see me. Every minute detail thrown into sharp relief. Harsh lights and nakedness, the scrutiny. Tomorrow, I resolved, we would meet.

I've spent a lot of time alone this week, explaining the particularly assertive inner life spilling into this post today. I only realise how quiet it has been at 4:30am, because the birds start calling. The more still the environment, the more chaotic my internal milieu.

In not so many words, this post is about stillness. And solitude.

Actually no lah, no need so chim.

Basically, my tuition kids canceled on me at the last minute and I decided to go to the museum instead only to realise that I have no friends whom I feel I can impose my self on at this last minute and drag into the museum.

But wasn't the long version nicer?

posted by beckyboo @ 2:56 AM 0 comments

talking to my brother

b:
i saw this guy wearing a shirt that said
"i'm not a geek
I'm a level 12 palladin"

skin d:
i'm a level 19 palladin.

b:
what does that mean?

skin d:
means he is a geek.

-------------------

b:
your hair is funny.

skin d:
your hair is ugly.

b:
no, pretty.

skin d:
pretty ugly.
it's uglier than russie's butt.
and that's pretty ugly.

posted by beckyboo @ 2:51 AM 0 comments

becks.
i'm distracted too
i dont want to do my thesis~ WHINEWHINEWHINE

Wei Min™　テオ。ウェイミン
lol
u suck at whining

posted by beckyboo @ 1:12 AM 0 comments

if you love me/are my friend/are readings this
you will hunt this down for me:

the rhine river tapes

posted by beckyboo @ 3:37 AM 0 comments

so, my microwave caught fire.

sigh.

posted by beckyboo @ 10:42 PM 2 comments