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Sunday, October 08, 2006
forever young Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while Heaven can wait were only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you going to drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever We dont have the power but we never say never Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip The musics for the sad men Can you imagine when this race is won Turn our golden faces into the sun Praising our leaders were getting in tune The musics played by the madmen Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever Some are like water, some are like the heat Some are a melody and some are the beat Sooner or later they all will be gone Why dont they stay young Its so hard to get old without a cause I dont want to perish like a fading horse Youth is like diamonds in the sun And diamonds are forever So many adventures couldnt happen today So many songs we forgot to play So many dreams are swinging out of the blue We let them come true
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Friday, October 06, 2006
again i can't believe we are graduating in less than a week. again. today i walked into school and the tune of and we will dance aka batch song k'predorus welcomed me with a warm fuzzy feeling. i looked around me for anyone, someone who mightve shared my swelling sentiments at the moment- but i was alone. i hope that on wednesday, we will all sing and leave as one. after all that is what we have been, an amazing batch, united a lot of ways, divided in many, but nonetheless lovable for all the friendships and quirks and collective achievements. but when i say 'again', i mean for real. no more raffles baby. and that scares the hell out of me. seems like i took a lotta things for granted after all. one of these days i will understand it all. but now, now i just want to wallow in the bittersweet memories of these past six years- truly unspeakable. today was the last official lesson day, but it was in no way official. most lessons were relaxing post mortems or debriefs and full of teacherly farewell speeches. the class sneaked up to the rooftop once more with the authority of mz joanne lui, our beloved mrs yeo in many ways, and had a funtime running about aircon things under the bright bright sun and snapping photos. i will always rmbr the first time mz lui walked into the seminar room 1/2/3/4 (pick one), with her longer hair, and with her warcraft theory and personal cards for us to write abt ourselves on. so looking at her making her final speech, not teaching math, was more than surreal. class lunch at thomson had the best turn out in ages, and it was nice prowling that plaza again, for it brought back memories of so many things. kpredorus (my first time there), zkardia (lunch during external), mini class lunch after second last paper for promos/before econs mcq at burger king i think, buying cables for lyon with lestari for shifting gears, and my memory stalls at the other instances where i would just go with the crowd and enjoy the times we had. we ended up at the food court at last (after considering prosperous kitchen and han's), but rmbr how everything happens for a reason? we actually saw christopher lee and fann wong lookalike dawn yeo and benedict goh and some other actress who wore a wig, and then proceeded to take a photo with them as a class (sans photographer ramu haha), behaving like besotted fans- i bet some of the girls were anw. so it was a nice wrap. i got me some nice second hand books at the book fair too, atonement and two of atwood, and for a moment i felt intellectually stimulated, until history ass reminded me of my mediocrity (which will end here) when we returned. it has been a short two years, but it has been a long two years. i sit here cooped up in a haze free aircon room, sorting out what we call my future with application forms and pieces of paper that at this point seem so important yet trivial at the same time. and i dont know what to feel. tomorrow i shall start studying. this is probably an overdue declaration, but it's a promise at the very least. i need to work for the goodies, and im ready. till then, i am invincible. i am me.
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