discovery channel
Published by becky on Wednesday, February 28 at 2:00 PM.
surely, we are living in the end times. lock horns and silently contemplate.
Published by becky on at 1:55 PM.
yesterday's Arena was a riot.
sophie's world
Published by becky on at 1:54 PM.
Sadly it is not only the force of gravity we get used to as we grow up. The world itself becomes a habit in no time at all. It seems as if in the process of growing up we lose the ability to wonder about the world. And in doing so, we lose something central – something philosophers try to restore. For somewhere inside ourselves, something tells us that life is a huge mystery. This is something we once experienced, long before we learned to think the thought.
the food issue
Published by becky on Saturday, February 24 at 9:26 PM.
We have discussed the English translation of Jelak. Quentin suggested satiated. Ian said rich.
How bout stuffed? I think stuffed is good.
We had stingray, chye kueh, ou jian, satay bee hoon at bukit timah food place with the folks. This whole stuffing thing going on for too long.
Chinese New Year Day 1
Sun was out, like it would, every chu yi. We dressed up, like we would, every chu yi. I like chu yis. You smell the festivities through the ba kwas and everyone is nice to every body. On chu yis.
More importantly, the food we get to eat. My grandma is legendary. The wicked perenakan dishes she whips out from her humble kitchen, they are yum. Ngoh Hiang, curry, tang hun, ching teng, due to spelling difficulties the list ends here.
My grandfather was nowhere in sight. 90 this year, stricken with dementia, ah kong doesn’t remember as well as we wish he could. He’s like Dory. From Nemo. He’s a darling. Always decked in his nice shirt, pants, black shoes, always smiling, he finds his bench around the hood, reads his LHZB, go to the petrol kiosk to buy some Ritz biscuits, or have lunch at his favorite prata place.
Dad and I went to look for him. And we found him, on his bench, reading his LHZB, eating his Ritz biscuits. I see him, he smiles, and my heart breaks. Ever since retiring from his business about 5 years ago, age caught up quickly. He’s adorable, but he is slipping away.
We had a nice stroll back. Pops, ah kong and me. Pops resembles ah kong in so many ways. Their eyes, the way they embrace life. I wonder if I resemble Pops.
***
And then the CNY diaries ended there. I had wanted to write more. But all the hosting, and going to places, they just came wham bam one after another before I knew it, I was back to work.
Good ol’ MacDonald House, 11 working hours a day, 3 hrs to commute and prep+ breakfast, and the rest for everything else.
I don’t mind it. I like it sometimes, and already I feel like this place is family. It gets crazy but we laugh about how crazy it gets. However, they’re stretching me to a point where I don’t know if I’m suppose to just keep stepping up, or say, I’m a little tired.
The sitting too, is making me fat. All my high heels are thrashed from me dragging my feet on the ground, and the only muscles I work are my arms through excessive typing and blowing my hair dry every morning after the wake up shower. My fingers sometimes go spasmodic I think they’re like spoilt.
I need new acoustic syrup.
And movies oh where do we find the time! Pursuit (non fiction always does it), Music & Lyrics looks sweet, Letters from Iwo Jima for the war movie buff, Paris, Je T'aime.
Come with me?
How bout stuffed? I think stuffed is good.
We had stingray, chye kueh, ou jian, satay bee hoon at bukit timah food place with the folks. This whole stuffing thing going on for too long.
***
Chinese New Year Day 1
Sun was out, like it would, every chu yi. We dressed up, like we would, every chu yi. I like chu yis. You smell the festivities through the ba kwas and everyone is nice to every body. On chu yis.
More importantly, the food we get to eat. My grandma is legendary. The wicked perenakan dishes she whips out from her humble kitchen, they are yum. Ngoh Hiang, curry, tang hun, ching teng, due to spelling difficulties the list ends here.
My grandfather was nowhere in sight. 90 this year, stricken with dementia, ah kong doesn’t remember as well as we wish he could. He’s like Dory. From Nemo. He’s a darling. Always decked in his nice shirt, pants, black shoes, always smiling, he finds his bench around the hood, reads his LHZB, go to the petrol kiosk to buy some Ritz biscuits, or have lunch at his favorite prata place.
Dad and I went to look for him. And we found him, on his bench, reading his LHZB, eating his Ritz biscuits. I see him, he smiles, and my heart breaks. Ever since retiring from his business about 5 years ago, age caught up quickly. He’s adorable, but he is slipping away.
We had a nice stroll back. Pops, ah kong and me. Pops resembles ah kong in so many ways. Their eyes, the way they embrace life. I wonder if I resemble Pops.
***
And then the CNY diaries ended there. I had wanted to write more. But all the hosting, and going to places, they just came wham bam one after another before I knew it, I was back to work.
Good ol’ MacDonald House, 11 working hours a day, 3 hrs to commute and prep+ breakfast, and the rest for everything else.
I don’t mind it. I like it sometimes, and already I feel like this place is family. It gets crazy but we laugh about how crazy it gets. However, they’re stretching me to a point where I don’t know if I’m suppose to just keep stepping up, or say, I’m a little tired.
The sitting too, is making me fat. All my high heels are thrashed from me dragging my feet on the ground, and the only muscles I work are my arms through excessive typing and blowing my hair dry every morning after the wake up shower. My fingers sometimes go spasmodic I think they’re like spoilt.
I need new acoustic syrup.
And movies oh where do we find the time! Pursuit (non fiction always does it), Music & Lyrics looks sweet, Letters from Iwo Jima for the war movie buff, Paris, Je T'aime.
Come with me?
I'm stuffed.
lunar. in.
Published by becky on Friday, February 23 at 11:22 PM.
so much to say.
solittletime.
eve.
Published by becky on Saturday, February 17 at 5:06 PM.
we did our cleaning today. the eve. cause we're not very chinese so we don't believe in bad luck. i love to clean. and then we spent the rest of noon chillin watching grammy's on repeat. followed by home makeovers on channel 16. get very excited about furnishing my first pad. very excited i've even been collecting pictures. this whole cleaning, chillin in the living room while the rain falls, being with the fam, i could do this forever.
yesterday.
settlers// royce chocs// dinner
the grandparents are here. everyone put on their jades. i love reunion dinner. i love everything chinese new year just cause i didn't get to celebrate it last year.
let the feasting begin, i say.
yesterday.
settlers// royce chocs// dinner
the grandparents are here. everyone put on their jades. i love reunion dinner. i love everything chinese new year just cause i didn't get to celebrate it last year.
let the feasting begin, i say.
cause = time.
Published by becky on Thursday, February 15 at 10:27 PM.
i'm yours
Published by becky on Sunday, February 11 at 8:36 PM.
Tis one for old time’s sake.
the trio before ruth popped out to make it a quartet.
winning a battle losing the war.
Published by becky on Saturday, February 10 at 11:24 PM.
i have to go somewhere.
anywhere.
anywhere.
requiem for a dream
Published by becky on at 10:26 PM.
"May be an elaborate stunt, a bungee jump, but even so, it's forceful enough to leave a rare palpitating residue".
acoustic syrup
Published by becky on Friday, February 9 at 10:56 AM.
Broken Social Scene
Pacific Theme
Lover’s Spit
KC Accidental
Stars + Son
Cause = Time
Major Label Debut
Love & Mathematics
Bell x1
Natalie
Rocky took a lover
Rachael Yamagata
Quiet
Would you please
These girls
Straylight Run
Your Name Here
A Slow Descent
Magic Numbers
Undecided
Carl's Song
I’m starting to feel like Yamagata is the female Damien Rice. She’s so sad I don’t even know it but I have the feeling of wanting to cry when listening to her on the bus ride to work.
Tmr, I am not going to sleep in!
opposites.
Published by becky on Wednesday, February 7 at 8:57 AM.
Brilliance. From Ryan Gosling’s eyes, to music from Broken Social Scene, to the realness and beauty of the plot and cinematography: A film is good, to me, when I still think about it the morning after while brushing my teeth. I could watch Half Nelson all over again.
1. DUTSAKORN THONGLAO = gangster slash hooligan slash did u seriously think you were going to be Asean's Zidane with that headbutt. gangsters don't belong on the pitch.
2. I am so proud of team singapore. Though they didn't really play that well and it was killing us just watching, i love you still. i love allll of you. esp when the spirit fingers/ hey ya action caught on at prize presentation. I wish the returning leg was on our own shores. It would have been mad fun. Maaaad fun. The thailand wave was a joke. we rock. fullstop.
3. mahathir for nobel peace prize? I DON'T THINK SOOOOO.
2. I am so proud of team singapore. Though they didn't really play that well and it was killing us just watching, i love you still. i love allll of you. esp when the spirit fingers/ hey ya action caught on at prize presentation. I wish the returning leg was on our own shores. It would have been mad fun. Maaaad fun. The thailand wave was a joke. we rock. fullstop.
3. mahathir for nobel peace prize? I DON'T THINK SOOOOO.
the sweet escape
Published by becky on Saturday, February 3 at 11:29 PM.
In a week, and in not so many words.
I hung out with Karen Mok for the first two days. We made sure that wherever she went, from Sarkies Suite of Raffles Hotel to Tangs to Changi, she had the media coverage our client would be happy with. The whole time, I think I did a pretty good job displaying a cheerful countenance albeit standing for hours at end on blurdy heels. Probably wanted to scream someone shoot me when I was at the airport and saw all these people catching planes to somewhere and I was going no where. But I did the PR thing: shake hands, smile, oo and ah - which is scaring me how fast it is catching on.
Then of course there was Wednesday and all the anticipation building up to the match. I was as sick as the person in the panadol ads and tried to cure myself with green tea. 6pm came and I sprinted to Kallang in office wear and heels. It was as fancy as it was ridiculous but the match Oh the match. TNP wrote everything that could be said so I shall leave them to do what they do best. p/s I’m still going to eat my phad thai.
The rest of the week, in not so many words.
Had lunch with Ju and it was surely good to see juthepoodearest again. Miss you already.
Friday came before anyone said to becky it’s Friday and I went oh it’s Friday. I met the lovely classmates at wala’s and I miss them already.
I let a friend down. And I hope I can make it up soon.
The weekend dries up but I enjoyed choir and the songs we’re going to sing for mission’s conference and Easter. I think we sounded lovely today.
Saturdays are spent looking for more music and just staying wrapped up in its riffs, harmonies, beats and lyrics.
My conclusion for the week, in not so many words, is to stop fussing about my own life, and start thinking about blessing others. Because.
I don't expect anything.
I hung out with Karen Mok for the first two days. We made sure that wherever she went, from Sarkies Suite of Raffles Hotel to Tangs to Changi, she had the media coverage our client would be happy with. The whole time, I think I did a pretty good job displaying a cheerful countenance albeit standing for hours at end on blurdy heels. Probably wanted to scream someone shoot me when I was at the airport and saw all these people catching planes to somewhere and I was going no where. But I did the PR thing: shake hands, smile, oo and ah - which is scaring me how fast it is catching on.
Then of course there was Wednesday and all the anticipation building up to the match. I was as sick as the person in the panadol ads and tried to cure myself with green tea. 6pm came and I sprinted to Kallang in office wear and heels. It was as fancy as it was ridiculous but the match Oh the match. TNP wrote everything that could be said so I shall leave them to do what they do best. p/s I’m still going to eat my phad thai.
The rest of the week, in not so many words.
Had lunch with Ju and it was surely good to see juthepoodearest again. Miss you already.
Friday came before anyone said to becky it’s Friday and I went oh it’s Friday. I met the lovely classmates at wala’s and I miss them already.
I let a friend down. And I hope I can make it up soon.
The weekend dries up but I enjoyed choir and the songs we’re going to sing for mission’s conference and Easter. I think we sounded lovely today.
Saturdays are spent looking for more music and just staying wrapped up in its riffs, harmonies, beats and lyrics.
My conclusion for the week, in not so many words, is to stop fussing about my own life, and start thinking about blessing others. Because.
I don't expect anything.
replay.
Published by becky on at 3:35 PM.
I wish you bluebirds in the spring
To give your heart a song to sing
And then a kiss,
but more than this
I wish you love
And in July a lemonade
To cool you in some leafy glade
I wish you health
And more than wealth
I wish you love
My breaking heart and I agree
That you and I could never be
So with my best
My very best
I set you free
I wish you shelter from the storm
A cozy fire to keep you warm
But most of all when snowflakes fall
I wish you love
To give your heart a song to sing
And then a kiss,
but more than this
I wish you love
And in July a lemonade
To cool you in some leafy glade
I wish you health
And more than wealth
I wish you love
My breaking heart and I agree
That you and I could never be
So with my best
My very best
I set you free
I wish you shelter from the storm
A cozy fire to keep you warm
But most of all when snowflakes fall
I wish you love
all that drama.
Published by becky on at 1:28 AM.
