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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Friday, January 11, 2008
in this life

I was nurtured
I was sheltered,
I was curious and young.
I was searching for that something,
Trying to find it on the run.
Oh and just when I stopped looking,
I saw just how far I'd come.
In this life.
In this life.

the year went away without my permission, so here i am, picking up the pieces from where i last left off. even yesterday seems such a distance away. but im stretching...as i always do.

the last few days (and moments) of 2007 would not have been possible without jean, sinni, stef, junyi, sharapova, chakvetadze and family. those few days, it was like, walking on ice cream. short, but sweet. at times surreal, star striking, but nonetheless, sublime.

the first day of 2008 would not have been possible without the class. we had breakfast in the afternoon. a pancake affair with hats and crusty conversation. tea at essential brew at holland v that evening was, well, essential for me. i guess i let insecurity get the better of me, which soon proved unnecessary the next night. much thanks to elly, huanna, xtine and darren('s voice).

life has been pretty random and unspectacular ever since. but i have to be thankful for the nostalgic dinner with liyana, sarah and cc. maybe one day we will take to the stage again. dinner at yingsze's,the nigella incarnate. beauty world with xtine. unimpressive, but always a treat. kbox with the class! amazing although only joy my duet partner understands me haha. reservation road with shumin. predictable, but how can one turn away from such fine acting?

and then there was army. there IS army. (exactly one year today!) im just pretty piqued about not being able to do anything. to do it right. to feel comfortable with where i am and who im stuck with. i cant say i dont feel condemned to some extent, but i think if i choose to look at things with all the good in mind, to know that there's definitely much more to life (cue stacie orrico- i never knew she was so good live), then everything will be just fine. and i can open up more doors for myself and not feel so perpetually trapped.

i think singing helps unleash a lot of my pent up emotions. i cant say i do it too well, but at least i get it all out. i just told sarah to 'just tell him u like him' because 'life is too short'. hmmm. i say we should all learn to take our own advice someday.

i feel very safe and contented at home. packing and cleaning today was extremely cathartic. it was like giving my things (and hence myself) a new beginning. but i need to do so much more. in the meantime ive been gaining inspiration from youtube and the likes of stacie orrico, delta goodrem and the all american rejects.

there must be more to life- in this life that i am stuck in. and even though it ends tonight, we just have to move along, with all our dirty little secrets and innocent eyes.

You give me love,
You give me light,
Show me everything's been happening,
You've opened up my eyes,
I'm following
Three steps fight an honest fight,
Two hearts, that can start a fire,
One love is all I need in this life...

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