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Mot: means witty saying. Short for Mote (speck of dust), reverse of Tom (Cruise), which is in turn short for Tomato.

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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
any day now

I guess im moving on.

I've been putting off blogging partly cuz i didnt wanna infringe on that meaningful video. and i mean meaningful. sometimes the song doesnt really strike u till it means something parallel in your life.

oh well. i shall try. and if our footsteps shall ever meet, then what awkward sighs shall we remit? i shudder to think. and questions upon questions but still no answers, has given me time to give up.

just a few poems from mikey:

God-Forgotten by Thomas Hardy

Thistles by Ted Hughes

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

so be inspired wth. i dont understand why econs essay must be 750 words and less. its castration. and i decided to stay potent thank you.

hmm these few days will be a slack week. but i feel i cld be doing so much more.

right now, i am in love with Missy Higgins. her songs melt me. my heart and my soul and my mind.

could you leave me with a scar?

alright im writing sporadically. posting was today and a shock for many. i made it, but to my frens who didnt, pls come back! we will miss you! pls let their appeals go thru! this is my prayer! i never thought i could feel so much for these pple, till the threat of separation looms.

jonk called me hours ago. smthing abt the posting. we had a nice chat. i realize that only happens when he calls me and not the other way round. i wish pple could be more uniform in their feelings. like dont change on me just like that. you hear that?

ok im not moving on. sigh.

birthdays. and birthdays to come. shall work harder for history. and econs. and lit. and of course, maths. im amazed at my fiasco. but doesnt matter it will not happen again. i shall prove to joanne that i can do it. i must.

sleeping late. i am so afraid it;ll make me sick again. please i dont want another sorethroat saga. that really hurt and seemed like eternity.

i hope i get my zen micro soon. i hope its a red hot sexy one. i shant accept another. haha. then, i will have all the songs i like and ever liked and ever will like. woo hoo. my dream come true. but sigh...

maybe im trying to hard to stand out. or sometimes, fit in. what am i so afraid of?

maybe im afraid of it happening again. i realize im just trying to bring it back to this topic. so why not just blog abt it straight up u coward?

i cant. ive already wrote down my thoughts. i guess im clear right now. so empty. and tired.

any day now,
the sun will shine. for i know it will
and never fail to brighten the ill,
warm the chill,
someday, somehow.

but when just will you draw the line
tell me now and now what this is
all about and why i miss
and fail to kiss
your unproclaiming mind.

11:19 AM