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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, June 14, 2005
the cranberry saw us

THANK YOU TRIXIA: for giving me her copy of The Cranberries- Stars: Best of 1992-2002!!!
That's one item off my wishlist yayy!
RMUN today was tiring.
I realized i may not have mentioned the outing but yeah doesn't matter i think we all know it was fun and meaningful inside.
or did i? and was it just forgettable? i hope not i really liked it.
I have not been sleeping well. the radio keeps me going really. all that music from what seems like so long ago. I'm so frightened i will go one day and not remember all of them. i know i can't. and that is really sad.
Hmm have been bloghopping and yeah really meaningful stuff out there. makes me wonder if i'm just trivial. sigh.
With all that said I have not started mugging yet. For all same-boaters i know ure smiling inside but fret not all else mugger freaks! i will strike when u least expect! aha!
no actually, i think im just gonna try my best. yepyep.
so that's it. im looking forward to the alumni thing. i think i have nice pple to work with. i hope all of them are nice. yeah we shld be having fun u know, just reliving the old times.
oh yeah PW and Art exhibition are at the back of my mind, the bottom of my to-do list. i have no idea how to continue.
was telling mag today on the bus how maybe i shld start thinking abt myself. yeah ive been taking it for granted for quite some time.
i figure im always worrying. why?
i think i will get the JSM dvd for my birthday. i love my birthday. it renews me. but then again i grow older. and im not sure if im ready for that.
batman begins!
i have nothing substantial left to say,
i live for not tomorrow but today.
but no matter what i stay on my feet,
so here's a beautiful poem by matthew seet.

_the goodbye note_

with her soul left so cold
and her heart flung into the mud,
she clutches the note he wrote her,
remembering how they counted nights
of the careless summertime

together.

she would gaze into his laughing eyes
and dream of how they would run
along golden-sand shores at sunset,
against a sweeping glass-blue wind,
towards Little Dipper in the nightskies.

she blinks back a tear or perhaps two.
i want to forget.

i want to forget.
he moistens his upper lip and bites.
but i can't.

he remembers her forgetful smile,
(let the train come, let the train come.)
the careless summertime,
(please let it come now.)
and Little Dipper in the nightskies.
(his stomach tightens as if to ward off a blow.)

but i can't.

a tear or perhaps two.
a train leaves the station.
a sweeping glass-blue wind.

10:05 AM