thanks for the love, cakes, cards, pretty gifts, moolah, dinners, from here and faraway. love love love. i didn't want anything but these people don't listen and are way too sweet. what would i do without you guys.
maybe for your sake, i will embrace adulthood. till next year!
maybe for your sake, i will embrace adulthood. till next year!
Your ways mightier,
mightier.
mightier, than my ways.
mightier.
mightier, than my ways.
calendar girl
Published by becky on Monday, August 21 at 9:41 PM.
just spent 2 hrs reading my march april may 06 archives and tremendously surprised at how much i have forgotten.
change in plans
Published by becky on at 4:18 PM.
so would i want to go to europe at a time when things are overpriced and places are too crowded for a amateur traveller like me?
the bigger question is, can i really wait 2 years.
surprisingly, it is actually getting quite clear;
- i don't want my virgin europe experience to be tainted by commercialism and tourist crowds.
- prices in eastern europe will probably start to creep up by 2008 now that word is getting around, i'm totally going to miss the chance while it's still cheap.
- i've concluded i can't see all of europe in just one trip. so there is going to have to be two parts. very reluctant but i can't be stupid stubborn.
- if i go in 08, i have to rush back for convocation, and i don't think the folks want to miss the ceremony.
- mini and the rest can't go back to kerala next yr summer, so we have to reschedule the visit back to motherland and that frees up my june and july.
hence the conclusion is: next year, europe we shall go.
18 June 2007 - 1 Aug 2007. Calling interested parties - must be willing to go shoestring, eat crap for one and a half months, move fast, wake up early and give each other alone time - we need to start cracking!
the germany cousin just revealed they are getting married in singapore next july. change in plans for changed plans
i hate the mornings when i don't want to get out of bed.
first corinthians thirteen
Published by becky on Friday, August 18 at 4:30 PM.
this morning at about 2 am when i walked into the master bed room to check up on mom before i turned in, i couldn't help but smile when i saw her soundly asleep safe in my father's arms.
next wk, the folks celebrate their 27th anniversary.
it's more than pretty amazing, how the marriage and the love has sustained, despite all the trials, testings, and crap from the four kids. i know He is reminding me once again, that it is His love that will transcend everything. it's His love that will hold, that will preserve.
i am truly more than blessed to have my parents show me what it is to have a relationship that is founded and based on God's love. it might not be perfect, and we've seen it, but His is, and that is what matters.
love is patient.
next wk, the folks celebrate their 27th anniversary.
it's more than pretty amazing, how the marriage and the love has sustained, despite all the trials, testings, and crap from the four kids. i know He is reminding me once again, that it is His love that will transcend everything. it's His love that will hold, that will preserve.
i am truly more than blessed to have my parents show me what it is to have a relationship that is founded and based on God's love. it might not be perfect, and we've seen it, but His is, and that is what matters.
love is patient.
what i'm trying to say.
Published by becky on Thursday, August 17 at 10:08 PM.
If I am lost for a day; try and find me. But if I don't come back, then I won't look behind me. All of the things that I thought were so easy just got harder and harder each day. December is the darkest and June is the light, but this empty bedroom won't make anything right
wo shi gun gun ni wei she me yao da wo
Published by becky on at 12:00 AM.
cs homecoming at the rooftop was quite a riot.
we danced ourselves silly to the covers of f.f, muse, etc, which was great, and i think we should do more, especially in lieu of soon to be stressdom.
in fact, being back in sci has been pretty nice and warm and fuzzy feeling. cause frankly, cs minus the influx of crazy shitload of work, can really be a great place to be. it's been heaps of fun reuniting with the t5 darlings, and the indies, oh i love the indies. and new friendships that are forming too.
i think i am coming to love it more because of being in 3rd year. you grow immune to the things that annoy you, and realize that your days left in school are soon to be numbered so suck it up and deal with it when you have to.
that said, i forsee myself saying very different things, in approximately four weeks time.
and then you can say, becky contradicts herself, and i won't argue.
we danced ourselves silly to the covers of f.f, muse, etc, which was great, and i think we should do more, especially in lieu of soon to be stressdom.
in fact, being back in sci has been pretty nice and warm and fuzzy feeling. cause frankly, cs minus the influx of crazy shitload of work, can really be a great place to be. it's been heaps of fun reuniting with the t5 darlings, and the indies, oh i love the indies. and new friendships that are forming too.
i think i am coming to love it more because of being in 3rd year. you grow immune to the things that annoy you, and realize that your days left in school are soon to be numbered so suck it up and deal with it when you have to.
that said, i forsee myself saying very different things, in approximately four weeks time.
and then you can say, becky contradicts herself, and i won't argue.
missing you already, my short white friend.
see you in ten months.
see you in ten months.
a million little pieces
Published by becky on Monday, August 14 at 11:00 PM.
Mom went for her check up today and they said that the problem with her voice box may be permanent. 20 years of teaching taking its toll so much so that she might never speak normally again. they also have to do some other scans to make sure that nothing else is wrong.
I’m scared; the folks are getting older, and as much as I might want to always believe they are invincible, the wears and tears of life and its inevitabilities may triumph.
And more so, I’m scared for my mom. What’s going to happen after? Is she going to be able to do all the things she used to do, will her full-time service in church see her having to forsake some duties that she is not going to be willing to give up? What’s going to happen.
She had always bore all the sufferings of the world around her on her own fragile shoulders, neglecting anything and everything else her’s. I got mad so many times at her insane attitude of assuming this I-have-to-save-the-world complex. We all knew the consequences of neglect will surely and slowly catch up with that frail body, but we always crossed our fingers hoping they would never show signs.
Will you pray for her? That our good Lord will work a miracle, and the power of prayer will shine through.
I’m scared; the folks are getting older, and as much as I might want to always believe they are invincible, the wears and tears of life and its inevitabilities may triumph.
And more so, I’m scared for my mom. What’s going to happen after? Is she going to be able to do all the things she used to do, will her full-time service in church see her having to forsake some duties that she is not going to be willing to give up? What’s going to happen.
She had always bore all the sufferings of the world around her on her own fragile shoulders, neglecting anything and everything else her’s. I got mad so many times at her insane attitude of assuming this I-have-to-save-the-world complex. We all knew the consequences of neglect will surely and slowly catch up with that frail body, but we always crossed our fingers hoping they would never show signs.
Will you pray for her? That our good Lord will work a miracle, and the power of prayer will shine through.
the bell tolls for thee
Published by becky on Saturday, August 12 at 2:30 AM.
You know my philosophy on exercising. You do it because you want to feel good, not because you want to look stick thin or to move to the next smaller dress size. And you know my frequency of exercising, in recent years.
(Frequency?)
Surprisingly, I went for a run yesterday. This instigated after thoroughly enjoying the barefoot-dirt squishing between my toes-chasing down opponents and tackling hard-soccer session the day before. The reliving of better days.
I have been wrestling with the idea of getting into a proper routine of sweating it out, weekly basis, before turning 21. Pre-adulthood resolution.
In addition, Yans becoming Stan Chart’s official spokesperson, urging me to do something challenging in life (Yans I love you you know that right), has seriously caused me to entertain the possibility of actually…exercising again! Getting back to the track ages of running three times a week, puking by the nearest drain, running again, puking, then running, then lying unconscious on the floor, waking up the next morning and feeling your muscles ache with all the pain of the world, oh those glorious days.
Very horrible news of Dr P leaving. I am truly very upset. Another amazing faculty member leaving, which means soon enough, SCI will be the boondocks.
I love Dr P. Her class this year promises to be exciting. Today, we spent it analyzing the National Day mtv, so much fun, and watching two hours of Monsoon Wedding, the most entertaining and clever Indian film I’ve watched ever. It also got me distressed over my inept knowledge and participation in the culture, once again.
I love Dr P. She has been there since freshmen year, I really wish she could see us graduate.
We visited the National Library. For the first time. It’s too huge to be a library. The vast collection of travel guides was a pleasure to see. Nelson Mandela: In His Own Words, was a joy to read. At a particular part, he quoted John Donne and it stuck with me.
Man is not an island.
He is not an entity unto himself.
Therefore ask not for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
I hope I remember.
I also really appreciated how he said that the victims of Aids are victims of the illnesses of society, and that history is on the side of the oppressed. His words are so profound, so intelligent, so carefully used. I ought to remember.
My rant for the day.
& reminder for the night:
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways... For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways... my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
I want to love holiness.
(Frequency?)
Surprisingly, I went for a run yesterday. This instigated after thoroughly enjoying the barefoot-dirt squishing between my toes-chasing down opponents and tackling hard-soccer session the day before. The reliving of better days.
I have been wrestling with the idea of getting into a proper routine of sweating it out, weekly basis, before turning 21. Pre-adulthood resolution.
In addition, Yans becoming Stan Chart’s official spokesperson, urging me to do something challenging in life (Yans I love you you know that right), has seriously caused me to entertain the possibility of actually…exercising again! Getting back to the track ages of running three times a week, puking by the nearest drain, running again, puking, then running, then lying unconscious on the floor, waking up the next morning and feeling your muscles ache with all the pain of the world, oh those glorious days.
Very horrible news of Dr P leaving. I am truly very upset. Another amazing faculty member leaving, which means soon enough, SCI will be the boondocks.
I love Dr P. Her class this year promises to be exciting. Today, we spent it analyzing the National Day mtv, so much fun, and watching two hours of Monsoon Wedding, the most entertaining and clever Indian film I’ve watched ever. It also got me distressed over my inept knowledge and participation in the culture, once again.
I love Dr P. She has been there since freshmen year, I really wish she could see us graduate.
We visited the National Library. For the first time. It’s too huge to be a library. The vast collection of travel guides was a pleasure to see. Nelson Mandela: In His Own Words, was a joy to read. At a particular part, he quoted John Donne and it stuck with me.
Man is not an island.
He is not an entity unto himself.
Therefore ask not for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
I hope I remember.
I also really appreciated how he said that the victims of Aids are victims of the illnesses of society, and that history is on the side of the oppressed. His words are so profound, so intelligent, so carefully used. I ought to remember.
My rant for the day.
& reminder for the night:
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways... For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways... my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
I want to love holiness.
villa bali
Published by becky on at 1:20 AM.
me gusta mucho singapur
Published by becky on Wednesday, August 9 at 3:01 PM.
"I think we Singaporeans are very hard on ourselves, and we often set up unreasonable expectations. This makes us disregard the little, human traits that make us people rather than mere projections on someone's growth chart. We never set out to criticize Singaporeans. Rather, we wanted to present a realistic potrait of our emotional struggles, in a way that's layered and complex. We think of this as a love song to Singaporeans."
Thank you Colin Goh.
& Happy National to you.
Cherish what we have here, for what we have here is good.
p/s: HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLORIA!! with much much much love.
chek turns 20!
national day fun!
Thank you Colin Goh.
& Happy National to you.
Cherish what we have here, for what we have here is good.
p/s: HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLORIA!! with much much much love.
chek turns 20!
national day fun!
chasing wind.
Published by becky on Tuesday, August 8 at 11:40 AM.
Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.
where all the world is bright
Published by becky on Saturday, August 5 at 2:16 AM.
past vs present 2006
fifa fairplay// soccer boys playing cap's ball after the rain in boots and slippers
doing our thing, the pvp committee 06
'01 will be back with a vegence next year//mrs tang!!//b4 e auntie chased us out of the sch at 7
biggest reunion, class of '01!//oldest around, class of 95//fresh grads, class of '04pictures courtesy of derrick my favorite photographer =) more pvp pics here
Fairfield celebrates its 118th birthday. To think that 15 years ago, I stepped into its portals, and never left since, is pretty mind blowing.
Founder’s day week has been a blessing, starting from Past vs Present on Saturday (see pictures above), to the service on Thursday night, to the dinner at Swissotel on Friday (see pictures below).
It was the little things. Like seeing Mr Hou, hearing him say I’ve grown taller, put on weight. How endearing. I miss him so much. I will never forget the conversations we had post prelims, pre O’s; we talked about fresh air, and the need to climb, he was always like pops.
Sitting by Mrs Fong on the canteen bench and reminiscing about old times. Hugging her and telling her it’ll be a loss when she leaves. Giving Ms Seet a big tight hug and joking around like we always did. Having Mr Lim drill me with the same questions he always drilled me with, and checking in on the mom and the sisters. Listening to the wise words of legendary Mrs Tang, and completely understanding why she is and will always be Mrs Tang.
Being overwhelmed by the achievements of the school as one after another blessing is announced and celebrated; glancing over to the side of the graduands and seeing ourselves there not too long ago, never too long ago.
Talking to Auntie Siew Chee and Joni and feeling so blessed after; marveling at how these highly successful women, with all their wisdom and accolades, return year after year to serve in the alumni, no questions asked. Auntie Veron, she’s always there. Always. Never seeking the limelight, just serving as she would always do. From these women, I can only learn.
Then we talk about being Fairfield-blooded, and we talk about post-graduation, and The Plan. And now I’m thinking. Seriously pondering, wondering, contemplating. Tremendously exciting for such an opportunity to open up, yet catches me in the dilemma for there is still a desire to go out there to do the corporate thing, get burn, jaded and convinced it’s not for me.
We sing the school hymn, and we sing it unusually loud and surprisingly proud, and I cannot help but feel tingles and nice warm feeling creep inside.
I guess it can only suggest that Fairfield means the world to me.
gra marries into the fairfield family//the kids have grown up: from sec 2 camp LA to this//funky braces passes driving and is pretty fine tonight!//ms pamela tan, my mom's student, who relief taught me when i was sec 3, now she teaches full time!//barns, the fairfield blooded mammal.
I can't seem to make you mine
Through the long and lonely night
And I try so hard, darling
But the crowd pulled you away
Through the rhythm and the rain
And the ivy coiled around my hand
So I lingered with the people
In the silent August glade
But the rain has brought the night
And the night has brought the rain
Through the long and lonely night
And I try so hard, darling
But the crowd pulled you away
Through the rhythm and the rain
And the ivy coiled around my hand
So I lingered with the people
In the silent August glade
But the rain has brought the night
And the night has brought the rain
animal liberation orchestra.
Published by becky on Thursday, August 3 at 11:48 PM.
Al-Azhar for sumptuous-I-can-eat-like-that-everyday dinner that consisted of Milo Dinosaur and Mee Goreng and Mudd music in the background – perfect. Cruising down the roads to Mandai and getting a bit lost. Jumping on bridges, making animal noises, behaving like decent twenty something year olds do. Supper at Ah Mei. This would be my day at the zoo.
living in letters.
Published by becky on at 11:33 PM.
1.
From: "Peyi Soyinka-Airewele" pairewele@ithaca.edu
Date: Wed, 02 Aug 2006 11:25:37 -0400 (EDT)
To: becky_phobic@yahoo.com
Hello there Rebecca,
I am missing you already and hoping you can send me your younger brothers and sisters to stand in your place here at IC...
Don't worry- the Nigerian minister of education was probably only coming to do some shopping in Singapore. we are a nation of shoppers and that is why our ministers seize every opportunity to travel with our teams anywhere. That's sounds so cynical- hmm. o.k just joking.
my warm regards to you and your family
peyi
Then she leaves this amazing quote from Gibran:
"And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly”
From: "Peyi Soyinka-Airewele" pairewele@ithaca.edu
Date: Wed, 02 Aug 2006 11:25:37 -0400 (EDT)
To: becky_phobic@yahoo.com
Hello there Rebecca,
I am missing you already and hoping you can send me your younger brothers and sisters to stand in your place here at IC...
Don't worry- the Nigerian minister of education was probably only coming to do some shopping in Singapore. we are a nation of shoppers and that is why our ministers seize every opportunity to travel with our teams anywhere. That's sounds so cynical- hmm. o.k just joking.
my warm regards to you and your family
peyi
Then she leaves this amazing quote from Gibran:
"And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly”
i miss her like crazy.
2.
From: DrJKesh@aol.com
Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2006 20:06:51 EDT
To: becky_phobic@yahoo.com
Hey,
How is my favorite gal?
Good to hear from you, as I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten me.
Wish you were here to take it cruising with me. See photo.
Before you know it, you will be a graduate. Hopefully SCI will still be around.
Lots of hugs.
John
how can a 60 yr old be this funny? i miss him like crazy.
i stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays
Published by becky on Tuesday, August 1 at 10:54 PM.
So PVP 2006 has come to a close. Very officially. Thank you cards and final emails sent out. Expenditure cleared. File prepared for next committee. Now for the debrief, and thoughts.
It rained.
As much as I tell myself to suck it up and get over it, the 2 words that depart from my mouth when people ask how the event went would be those very 2 words. Then I feel shameful, and embarrassed for my inability to count my blessings.
1. To thank God for the 3 hrs of sun, before the rain, and post rain too. Again, I really really wish we could have seen the soccer action. Even if there was the annual fight on the field, I would have wanted the players who came down all geared up and determined to settle old scores to be able to play their hearts out. But as a friend said, the best thing about pvp is that there’s always next year. And next year indeed.
2. To thank God for people who volunteered their expertise at no cost to help out with the event. Folks like Derrick and Monique - true gems.
3. To thank God for the Alumni and their support.
4. To thank God for the crowd that came down! Arrows, respect. 10 years I hope they don’t ever stop.
5. To thank God for the catch-ups with people not seen for a long time, and the reminder of catch-ups that have to be done.
6. To thank God for the people who have been patient with me while I was cranky pre pvp and during pvp and perhaps post pvp.
7. Lastly, to thank God for the amazing committee He blessed me with. These very trusting souls, who willingly said yes to volunteering their time to an event that warranted no returns, no rewards, no fame when I conversed with them 20, 000 miles away, via email in March. They have been such lovely people to work with, so young yet so supportive and hardworking. I am truly blessed to have been able to work with them.
So there, thoughts. Thankful thoughts. Just a heads up, next year, I’m playing.
Now that all the summer holiday big events are over, we need to start doing some school-prep-psychoing i.e getting Becky ready for school again after an indulgent 8-month holiday. Die, unfathomable task.
How to get used to that life, when I’ve just been getting used to this life of uncertainty, constant surprises, long walks, much travel, day dreaming, weekend music appreciation nights and special dinners, chilling at coffee shops and bookstores, spontaneous things like foot massages, night safari, and anything that entices us, and we still have more on the list to do!
But we have to.
Cause such is the reality of life.
So long sweet summer. Enjoy you while you last.
It rained.
As much as I tell myself to suck it up and get over it, the 2 words that depart from my mouth when people ask how the event went would be those very 2 words. Then I feel shameful, and embarrassed for my inability to count my blessings.
1. To thank God for the 3 hrs of sun, before the rain, and post rain too. Again, I really really wish we could have seen the soccer action. Even if there was the annual fight on the field, I would have wanted the players who came down all geared up and determined to settle old scores to be able to play their hearts out. But as a friend said, the best thing about pvp is that there’s always next year. And next year indeed.
2. To thank God for people who volunteered their expertise at no cost to help out with the event. Folks like Derrick and Monique - true gems.
3. To thank God for the Alumni and their support.
4. To thank God for the crowd that came down! Arrows, respect. 10 years I hope they don’t ever stop.
5. To thank God for the catch-ups with people not seen for a long time, and the reminder of catch-ups that have to be done.
6. To thank God for the people who have been patient with me while I was cranky pre pvp and during pvp and perhaps post pvp.
7. Lastly, to thank God for the amazing committee He blessed me with. These very trusting souls, who willingly said yes to volunteering their time to an event that warranted no returns, no rewards, no fame when I conversed with them 20, 000 miles away, via email in March. They have been such lovely people to work with, so young yet so supportive and hardworking. I am truly blessed to have been able to work with them.
So there, thoughts. Thankful thoughts. Just a heads up, next year, I’m playing.
Now that all the summer holiday big events are over, we need to start doing some school-prep-psychoing i.e getting Becky ready for school again after an indulgent 8-month holiday. Die, unfathomable task.
How to get used to that life, when I’ve just been getting used to this life of uncertainty, constant surprises, long walks, much travel, day dreaming, weekend music appreciation nights and special dinners, chilling at coffee shops and bookstores, spontaneous things like foot massages, night safari, and anything that entices us, and we still have more on the list to do!
But we have to.
Cause such is the reality of life.
So long sweet summer. Enjoy you while you last.
