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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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Friday, January 25, 2008
sub ver sive semiautobio

yeah so anyway i was blog hopping and figured i should say something before i get all tired and lose all form of inspiration. not that im particularly inspired now...in fact im very sleepy but i promise just a quickie here and i will be asleep by 3. see i just need to type out things sometimes. let it all out and then i can sleep better. it's true. but i have no means of proving it. only my tortured soul.

well been catching lots of movies recently. special thanks to (alan) jonk zee nash cc for the savages. thoroughly depressing but a much needed kind of rude awakening to the harsh journey that life takes us all through. i wonder how much is being selfish, and how little is sparing a thought for others and serving out one's obligations? i am not looking forward to a midlife crisis. i hope it isnt compulsory, or anything. and if anything i dont wanna be stuck with something that i dont enjoy. i dont want to live a lie. eventually.

"we are horrible people. horrible. horrible. horrible. horrible."

tuesday was 27 dresses with xtine. fun movie and i was very impressed with katherine heigl's astute portrayal. nothing too corny, too ditzy, too preppy. it was just right, like a good measure of tea and sugar, ultimately sweet but without making you feel like you're gonna get diabetes. and cow i am totally not making sense now but you know, i was never a fan of romantic comedies, but this one (and hitch) might have changed my mind. and i always like happy endings. or sad ones that were inevitable yet eventually acceptable because perspectives have shifted. priorities, different. lives, changed. that kinda thing. in any case it was a colourful affair- it always is with xtine anyway- and i really counted 27 dresses. thaipusam that night was an eye opener...until it started killing the traffic. i actually felt lost in singapore that night, like i didnt belong, just as much as the curious tourists with the dvd camcorders felt somewhat bewildered in awe.

wednesday was a very nice night of strolling out to lot1 with jonk. the perks of being in the same camp. and the stay out/nights out life- it was great catching up although the first thing he mentioned was the very unsettling piece of news about heath ledger's death (which i still find very disturbing- it's not fair, is it?) but yes, we basically roamed that place till the max and to be honest we didnt really talk about anything in particular, but yet it was such a good evening to look back on. i guess with old friends it's always good that way. there's no pressure to impress. i find myself trying to impress a lot of times. and that's both exhilirating and exhausting.

my phone died on me come thursday but i still managed a successful movie rendezvous with liyana- le grand chef! i guess we both agreed that cc the vegetarian was better off not seeing it because boy were they brutal with the animals. i liked it though. i wish i could cook half as well. i think that i want to be a rather homely kinda person, but something out there is pulling me away. but i will still try. i always try. i need to learn korean too! and so here i begin, conquering the world and surmounting the improbable peaks of my imagination. but there are always limits. on a random note, i do truly miss acting. did i just say that? liyana, i hope you tide through with the tight situation and make it through the rain. you always do.

i also lost a bag of blood this week, but for a good cause. i think i was furious when he first told me that my pressure was too low. i actually drank cold water quickly for the first time in years just so it would go up.

and i am beginning to find my way in SI. my wish is that i will stay calm and maintain a generous sense of humour when it comes to the many twerps around me. but there is this sense of, well, Purpose growing, and i cant wait to unravel it completely. and because of that i will win this. i must.

sometimes i get very confused with how im feeling. i was somewhat happy to see them today, but then i realized i actually felt like nothing. weird. and i cant go on without reciprocation.

anyway, today my ipod will return to the road. which means im joining jack sparrow and gang. mot joe black's back!

p.s. movies i (still) wanna watch:

sweeney todd
diving bell and butterfly
american gangster
eastern promises
darjeeling limited
jesse james
atonement
juno
lars and the real girl
the golden compass

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