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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. Ashlee Simpson, Big Fish, Just Shoot Me, Red, Tomato, Blueberry Cheesecake, Rockstar CREATEUR ALLEY Alan Cheng Chai Jun Yi JonK Nash Zee Breakfast! Snee Navjote We Spank Shirin Christine Shumin Jean Trixia Victor Kenny Liyana Jo Jun Sheng Ajit Shib Yam Alps Mike Aparna Sarah Stef Jasmine Shimin Reuben Ziing January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 December 2006 January 2007 March 2007 December 2007 January 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 October 2008 October 2009
Thursday, May 29, 2008
ashlee is pregnant i cannot believe she's actually with child! for real! all this while! sigh. maybe people will be kinder to her from now on. wait, maybe not. look what happened to the spears.  anyway, say hello to ashlee simpson-wentz from now on.ceteris paribus, that name will go on her fourth album. while im obviously not thrilled, i really hope she doesn't go down the divorce path either. come to think of it this picture here's quite endearing. "right now i am solo but that will be changing eventually" - from Autobiography i guess she was right after all :]
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Sunday, May 25, 2008
bye bye for once i will try to ignore the fact that it's a sunday night, again. okay i failed. i think there will come a day when i wont dread the end of a weekend. but then again it's not so much about having something to wake up for the next day. even if i have the day off, the fact is everybody will be away from home, out there accomplishing their occupational tasks and hazards. when one does not have the excuse for company, even if it's a weekday, and especially when it's a weekday, it's still a day that one might dread the night before. then again sometimes things turn out better than expected. sometimes i wonder if i truly thrive in company. yesterday could have been a good example of how i was probably better off alone. in fact, looking around at all the happier couples and groups of friends, or even families, i found myself at the losing end, gripping on to whatever was left of my rope. i refused to believe that something was wrong with me but after much careful consideration i guess everything's about perspective. perhaps i was too shortsighted in that respect to acknowledge that i was finally externalizing all that negativity ive been harboring all this while. but oh im a proud person with possibly everything to lose. and everything, as we know it, is subjective. despite that i can still see clearly where i was coming from, and it's strange because i didnt think it would bother me so much but it certainly has seeing as how im spurred to go on about this for this long. in time to come i will forget this, it will be all behind me, gone with the wind, but for now the air's not moving and my only hope of getting over this is to launch into an emotional tirade of sorts, a vocabular diarrhoea that would purge the poison from the pipes. ok i feel much better now. nash said that i was schizophrenic, and while it's tempting to embrace that element of danger in one's identity, i also feel it borders on a lack of sincerity. i don't think it's fair to claim that im mentally disturbed, neither is it legal for me to profess my love for a vampire. thankful(ly) for me, maybe, i just found kelly clarkson's my december much too depressing, even for a sunday night. i ejected the cd from the drive and in doing so, also avoided a slew of unnecessary emotional self-indulgence. sometimes, to know that one is less depressed than one once perceived is enough reason to be happier than one would have been if one were not depressed at all to begin with. but then again i think too much. on a much more positive note, TODAY I GOT MY SPEED RACER SHOES :] felt really good and i cant wait to wear them and ride the mach 5 out and about yo!
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7:18 AM
Saturday, May 17, 2008
starbucks once more thought i should type a little something about today. it was just about to be another ordinary day, but it turned out to be one extremely pleasant saturday. one of the best ive had in a long while :] so i woke up early to cut my hair at good ole ghim moh, had a heartland breakfast with my parents- a nice kaya toast with tea and half boiled eggs, opened my own bank account and got my very first atm card :] and then bought my first 4D ticket. haha. that's a lot to accomplish in a saturday morning for me, considering most weeks i just sleep it away. and so much growing up for all those years lost. with all that in place and thanks to my parents and the lift i trooped down to somerset to meet stef for the freeze. had a simple lunch at cine food court and met up with mark, who was pretty much in his own world, but we still love him. the freeze was hilarious. we were supposed to be like totally undercover but ended up 'late' because some of them lousy pple synched an earlier timing than the one we got. it was 5 minutes of doing absolutely nothing, and somehow it felt like we were doing the world a favour. stop and stare. you and your busy lives. wake up and smell the coffee. when i was young i had this notion that if everyone in the world, and i mean everyone, collaborated to freeze all at the same time, we would be able to stop time. the fourth dimension will be in our hands! imagine that! and although ive come to accept that it's just not going to happen, ever, i remain frustrated at everybody's failure to see things from my point of view. to believe that it is possible. i don't think it, i know it. you may say im a dreamer, but i tell you, im not the only one. we were a bit lost and perhaps disoriented after that short stint which made us feel much more important than we normally would on a saturday afternoon, but after getting some drinks to neutralize our bodies' reaction to global warming, we carried on with our lives, as did everybody else in cahoots with this conspiracy, with a renewed faith in the collective human spirit and of course, facebook. i hope we made the director's cut :] sat outside zara after that for the longest time waiting for stef to finish her slurping. she was up for another kind of freeze, the 711 brainfreeze. it was enough time for: mark to come up from his burger king solo lunch to join us in watching the world stroll past; a woman to lose her pouch on the same bench we were seated on and come back to claim it; random pple like alan lim and gary to pass us by; me to find out that genevieve and kenneth wong are really siblings (no kidding), to which im still traumatised and utterly convinced that the world is going on a diet; and us to pounce on those whom we felt were suspect when it came to gender identification- not literally, of course. by then it was already approaching evening and we headed over to city hall, waving goodbye to mark on the way and meeting up with nash zee and eventually cc. had a nice sitdown dinner at sushi tei (incidentally my second after monday with liyana), but not before laughing at the ridiculous jordin sparks album cover at sembawang. the food was good, the company was even better, and we were full with both laughter and japanese cuisine. nash actually liked his present, much to my relief, and i really hope he appreciates the lovely bones as much as i do. sometimes i realize it's not about getting, it's about giving, and seeing how a simple act of generosity can light up someone's eyes and put a smile to one's face. it's amazing that feeling. and no words of thank you are needed to know that you've done the right thing. im so encouraged by the simplest of human gestures sometimes. somehow along the way we lost stef, but like mark, she knows we love her as well :] made the usual migration to suntec and saw my one true love: the puma speed racer shoes. i really think im going back to get them, or i shall never forgive myself. i think it's about time i treated myself, esp since my birthday's almost here. somehow we settled at starbucks (oh and we met zaidi and js too), after much mucking around, playing with sesame street puppets, eating hard candy (ok they were really soft, but i had to throw that one in), looking at more avuncular (must have word for shopping, along with major) clothes, and indulging in random conversations and the mandatory dose of gossip. my cafe latte was really bitter, but the night was, for lack of a better word, sweet. and so i would call it my bittersweet night. the conversation, as usual, was so easy, so fun, so free. we just never run out of things to say and laugh about. cc and zee indulged in their usual affectations. we played around more with my camera's color accent, which is always a gimmick one can't get enough of. and what did we talk about? oh a million things. it was the same place where the other few of us, back then before jonasache juzeal was coined, thought of the scrapbook idea. i think it's not impt that the book hasnt materialized. what ive just suddenly realized, in this very moment, is the fact that starbucks has helped this special group of us think of so many random ideas. the scrapbook. the group name. cryptic cross word puzzles. future aspirations. itenaries for outings. you name it, you have it. it's almost as if the mermaid's our muse. and if it isn't about the future, it's about appreciating the past, savouring that sweet taste of nostalgia with the actual olfactory assistance of the coffee, cakes, and the occasional cookie and crumbs. tonight we remembered and paid tribute to the emotional moments in school. the a levels. the chemistry test. the poems, ever so deep, and always so dangerous. drama feste. and of course the confusing times. cc's awkward emails. zee's internet strike. nash's multiple strifes. and it seemed inevitable that being all humz, as fate would have it for this week's outing, we extended our reminiscence to the adorable days of price discrimination, fake prepared position papers with random scribbled words and page long introductions, mr kwok's deliberate mispronunciations, the long lethargic fridays with hist ass and remedial econs, mrs perry's lovable procrastination, her pressing on, her licking and thumbing, the many silas marner books, mr mac's voice and so much more. at the end of it, there was no end. i think we sorta knew that such memories will stay forever, though always different and personal to each of us, at least we have one another to fill in the blanks and spaces, the moments that we might have lost and left behind, not by intention, but ironically, by the sheer tide of memories, overwhelming and relentless but ever so pure, always so inviting. as always our time was up with the last train home. we could have gone on through the night, and into the morning, just with our words, our shared history, and our lingering lust for the cherished footages of our yesterdays. it was a peaceful night, it was a glorious day. i cannot wait for more of these. it was simple, yet perfect. i only wish everyone else was there to breathe in the moments with us. but on second thought, i guess maybe sometimes it be that way. and if we didn't believe in that then we wouldn't have had the mental movies to look back fondly on. we wouldn't have the many serendipitous strands of time that we now wrap so carefully around our fingers. just because things aren't really in our hands, it doesn't mean that they will never be within our grasp. yes, i think i know that now.
11:32 AM
mach 5 i know what i want for my birthday, and my heart is bursting just thinking about it. i can't stop smiling, because while i'm gonna be one year older, i feel younger already.  okay, maybe not the car.but the shoe! sigh, i think i deserve this.
10:27 AM
Thursday, May 15, 2008
simpson sparks since i've been harping on this for the longest time, it's about time i broadcasted it. seems like i'm not the only one who noticed THIS. dr callie torres anyone?  This has to be a mistake, right—why would any executive out there want to try and sell a record to people by using a photo that looks as if it was swiped from a paparazzo who lucked out and caught an Idol winner sneezing while standing in front of a scrachiti'd-up window on the 6 train? Of course, given its abject crappiness, watch it come out that this cover set Sparks' label back $60,000, too. -taken from idolator.comnow i finally get why her single's called No Air. this is her now. actually, i really like her as a person. i think she's a genuine soul, with a good voice. and i believe she washes her hands after using the loo. but this is really bad bad bad. i mean, didn't she get a say in this at all? i wonder what really goes on behind the scenes. that said, i don't think ashlee's latest album cover is gonna do her justice too. people are just gonna talk about her fake nose or think she's a boy. ah but i love her so i shall defend her. at least she looks focused and naughty. it's vicky valentine baby.  Ashlee Simpson – Jessica's sister, and the one who actually sells records – will perform June 19 at Ruth Eckerd Hall, 1111 McMullen-Booth Road in Clearwater. what i would give to fly there and watch her just for that one day...
10:14 AM
Sunday, May 11, 2008
speed racer this will be a short post, but hello nice to see you again. been to taiwan and back, my second time, and surprisingly it took me this trip (and especially eight long days in the field) to realize how much i miss reading. i am game for more nerdy intellectual pursuit. i want to enlarge my mind all over again. i want to smell those brown pages of papery pulp and lose my senses to a world in my hands. oh by the way, if you haven't watched Speed Racer, go do it now! it's possibly one of the best films i've caught this year. heart thumping wachowski action. the ultimate psychedelic odyssey. wasn't expecting much but thanks to samuel and darren im deeply in love with the mach 5 now. somebody get me that car! pimp my ride. (crap i need to learn to drive, for real)  it was awesome meeting up with jonasache juzeal all over again. as always. our regular saturday nights. some things change, and some things stay- this i find ever so comforting. it's a sunday night, but im not moping. i think i might have learnt to be above certain things. today i just wanna say that my mom rocks. go speed racer, go speed racer, go speed racer go! p.s. i want to write private notes to my friends
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