otamot

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

Ashlee Simpson, Big Fish, Just Shoot Me, Red, Tomato, Blueberry Cheesecake, Rockstar

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Tuesday, July 18, 2006
are you happy?

i dont mind
spending some time
just hanging around with you

joy is the number one lyric spouter. name her a song and she will start singing in her baby voice. get your singing joy now. comes complete with shaking function. batteries not included.
haha. that's joy for you. she has a fetish for slutty songs like stars are blind (which, admit it, is growing on everybody), and buttons. really cracks us up when she does her joy rendition in the canteen. hidden talent never proved more hidden. i mean, look at her!

continuous random variables is bugging me so im taking a break. anyhow, i dont see how im gonna get back my proper routine. i come home, feel so damn shag that i sleep until dinner, wake up, sluggish, bathe, eat, do what little work i can, get distracted by com (like now), then realize its too late for me to have sufficient sleep for day two. how do you expect me to begin any form of revision like that? or much less cope with the homework the teachers are piling upon us? and the weekend- i didnt even notice it!

tonight ive only touched math tutorial, leaving history readings, math revison tutorials, and uni research undone and untouched and totally zilch in terms of progress. and it frustrates me. because i have the will, but i dont see the way.

i must say i dont like the word remedial. sorry, but i choose not to associate myself with it. i call the friday econs thing "supplementary" instead. having it after hist s certainly does not help- im gonna explode one of these days, but it's gonna take that to get me disciplined and settled and used to the fact that i have to bloody well slog my ass off to see any results. ok then, i accept my fate.

some things just happen. considering offering ms lo a free zpop concert ticket. motive: jjlin will be enough of an encouragement for her to feel happy enough to add one mark to any part of my paper. ANY part. 68.5. hello! haha but obviously 1) it wont work 2) i wont stoop to that. today i just felt zen when i realized im gonna get a bee three for gp. eww eww eww. i have fallen. even if i get that extra mark id still be a borderline case. so why not let the grades be a painful reminder for me to buck up! boo hoo. yeah yeah. uhuh. alright. set.

yingsze is ridiculously funny in class- when she's not displaying her yingsze syndrome (of asking a previously answered question say ten minutes later), she's infecting others with it and falling asleep. hahaha. hurray to snee who started filming mini videos in class. priceless digital memories in the making.

today i saw a startling trio! mrs yau, mr mark wee and mrs joy lim! latter two were engaged in separate convos so i only spoke to mrs yau! good ole mrs yau! she's still the same granny with the kind voice and nagging frown. oh i wish she wld smile more! anw it seems ri lost eureka challenge again. oh bugger. we talked abt the old rigour of the o levels. frankly, id rather be doing o levels again than having to tackle the As. ooooooh i miss miss miss them so much! really wanted to walk back to ri. but 1) cldnt bear to see the construction going on (tearing apart at what was once my second home) 2) had to return to nice rp party. so there it was. im so gonna have to catch up again on teachers' day. i love them! and even though i dont take sciences now im so thankful for all that we got from them. oh the memories. allow me to indulge then. the laughter. mrs yau and her nagging during titration, joy lim and her cockroach and lion with vitamin c pills, mark wee with his lame quirks like father mother thumb or whatever physics hand rule there was. haha. and i rmbr the o level practicals. quarantine. prawn. ammonia. bulbs. man those were the days man! i really really miss it for some reason. id probably look back years from now at jc and miss it just as much, but now, at the brink of another national exam two years down the road, you cant help but compare, reminisce, and draw from then to pursue whatever it is we wanna achieve this time round. i need my four As. and i dont know how im gonna get there, but i will try, and do what i can. and that means self control. from tomorrow onwards- be a mugger ok.

i wont forget to enjoy myself. i must study, but i still have lit s and hist s to read up for. movies to watch on dvd, books to read. and i will cover it all. i just need proper time management.

anyways, rp farewell today. huge thanks to the sensitive bunch of juniors we have- it made us feel so appreciated, but more so because we know how much we've accomplished in such a short term. so moving to see jo moved to tears. but the auld lang syne bit. tho not all were there, and it wasnt formal or anything, it really felt like some closure that was almost too painful to acknowledge. i told noddy, my very adorable buddy, that i came into rp not expecting anything since i had no experience whatsoever, and unexpectedly, i got so much in return. i can only look back and choke on how much my time in rp has given me, as a person, a designer, an actor and a friend. i really felt it made me more responsible, made me willing to take charge and take risks and stretch my boundaries. perhaps this is a premature tribute, and i dont think i wld do rp justice by typing out a rush job here, but its thanks a million and so much more. i will cherish this for sure. the mask will be a symbolic reminder of the glorious times spent as a crazy group- drama festes, daisy sets, threesome/roadrunners, 1938, shifting gears, open house...if only i could turn back time. if only.

ah but all that sobbing for another time. im gonna start to take control of my life by ending here and hitting the sack. there's so much to say. but so little i would put up now. (think canteen talk, big laughter, what you would give for the world, and why one lives and what one lives for) let's just leave it at that. life, oh life, oh lifeeee, oh life.

i should stop thinking so much. yeah?

but i never figured out how to answer that.

8:34 AM