Retrospeak.

Don’t you think retrospeak is a way cooler word than retrospect. Retrospect sounds like spat. Speak, sounds squeakily clean.

The semester came to an end 3 weeks back, but I have not quite recollected my thoughts from these intense 5 months. Probably the most intense 5 months of my life; I don’t remember sleeping much, or breathing much. It was so intense that now I find myself being at peace so much more often. Hm. Therefore, in honor of my new word, retrospeak, and just for the sake of being retrospeaky, I will dedicate this post, in retrospeak of the exciting first semester, second year of Becky’s time in university.

Now that you are disorientated, let’s begin.

Favorite subject: Drama.
Justify: The 20 minutes recess during every drama workshop where we got to eat the best sardine puffs. Performing 3 fats virgins, was so much fun! Most importantly, getting to try something I was never really good at, or willing to do – act. I mean, being drama mama is totally not my thing. are you kidding me?

Favorite professor: (you're reading this.. i kn-0-ow...) So, Ms Draper, Dr D, Dr Foo, KAYCHIN!!!, Ms Hatton, and Ms Aranxta, you all were just simply fantastic. Inspiring. Couldn’t ask for more. So no winner here.

Favorite person: Richard, the photocopy uncle.

Favorite food: Hands down- Hall 3 machik’s rendang and calamari rocked my socks every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.

Favorite sight/sound: The malay uncles at Boon Lay interchange selling curry puffs every morning and chanting “curry curry curry curry puff, one dollah one dollah one dollah”

Favorite tunes: Furniture. Need I say more.

Worst times: When the machines at CS run out of coffee. either I’ll have to experience the pain of realizing it myself, or I could always count on danny screaming, “ARGGGHH NO MORE COFFEEEE” to keep me updated on the situation.

Worst scare: when we were doing our tracking shot at Lim Chu Kang cemetery and an army truck turned up behind our car and looked like they were going to seize our DSR 390, and we will end up having to quit school and working for 2 years to repay the loss of equipment.

blah. that should do it for now.

Come here, please hold my hand, Lord, now//Help me, I'm scared please show me how//To fight this, God has a master plan//And I guess, I am in His demand//Please save me, this time I cannot run//And I'll see, you when this is done//And now I, have come to realize// That you are, the one who's left behind//Please stay until I'm gone//I'm here hold on to me//I'm right here waiting.

Listening to Blink brings back too many memories.

semi finals or not.

i still like you guys.

and to those who will be quick to condemn the young lions (especially you Mark Richmond), or to those who will be quick to think that i am disillusioned,

whatever la.

no one's fault. it's just the curse of the sea games.

in other news, I reversed into a BMW.

I am convinced I suck as a driver and will be staying away from the car for a long time.

on my knees i think clearer.

furniture at prince of wales.

with imleh, sam, xf, jam and gwen.


perhaps.
this is why
i don't know
how to

and may
never.

I don't think i have screamed so much and so hard at a television set ever before. Nor have I rolled on the ground, kicking the floor and cursing, not understanding how they could be so nervy and how those shots couldn’t be put in, and cursing, still, at the television set, this bad, ever before.

But watching baihakki cry, that just broke my heart :(

Sports. It’s a cruel thing.

nov 19. kaycee got married. weddings are such pretty events. even simple ones. i got to meet the be-loveds. my three favourites azmi sharhan and suhaimi were nice. was hoping to see more teachers around, but, not quite the reunion i had hoped for.

i missed frisbee again. upsetting. they're so going to uninvite me soon. boo.


i heard blink on the radio a few days ago. i gasped. i think it's a new song but i'm not sure. listening to delonge almost brought tears to the eyes.

have you seen the prudential asset management ad? it's crazy.
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nov 18. we visited Balcony next to Heerens for dinner. so pretty. rocking chairs, swings, and what-nots.

ice earl grey tea followed. daddy yanky and reggaeton, to my delight.

I thank God. for friendships one and half years old and still counting.
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nov 17. mocha peppermint. toffee nut latte. barista. but yans made my day :) loola baby, loola.

siaofen, jam and becky went on a cultural cum emancipation fiesta. Ottapam, masala tea, and little India. Vintage clothes digging at House of Japan, spot Bob Marley, straits records and haji lane. I. I like Haji Lane.
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nov 16. was suppose to pack the room. that didn't happen of course. but i did go to shunji to do my hair with chit, who was lovely, selfless, and everything nice. thank you Gorgeous.

then dinner. with Singapore's number 1 tennis player and Singapore's number 1 in everything else. Oh The Honour :)

start the fire. and the moolah flow cannot stop now.

frontin. love

This is one time. That you can't fake it hard enough to please. Everyone or anyone at all. And the grave that you refuse to leave. The refuge that you've built to flee.
The places that you have come to fear the most.

just found out tyra banks has her own daily talk show. does she really think she is capable of pulling off an oprah. get serious. and the stuff they talk about - modelling. a daily talk show on modelling.

o-k. whatever man.

i'm recovering from the 201 massacre. the after math is bad. 2 cups of coffee to get the headache away. and hot hot heat. shame on you!!

just 3 more papers, and we can start planning. and this time, i'm serious about having fun. don't roll your eyes at me, you. i am serious. serious serious serious.

every exam, i have exam songs that stay with me to aid me through the dreadful times.

at the o levels, it was plumb and bowling for soup. suckerpunch and the bitch song. i was sixteen.

at the a levels, it was twelve stones and josie & the pussy cats. yeah, i know, what a weird mix.

first year first sem, it was damien rice and ingram hill.

last sem, it was, hmm, what happened last sem. i don't remember last sem! last sem was crap.

this semester, which is now, it's furniture furniture furniture.



i need a vacation. i mean, who doesn't. but i need it more. i can't even write anymore. i'm like, talking funny. and, i have shaky hands.