= The Victim =


Cracked :
Anuar.Son of Othman
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Sex :
Yes.yes.yes
But, then..
Only after marry2.
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Last Weapon Used :
Water Pistol.
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Simply ♥ :
his dear sleepyhead.
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Was Last Seen :
Running Away
With A Pink Paint Marker.
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R.I.P :
1st June 1986
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Crayons :
Black.Red.White
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Lost Causes :
JieminPrimary(1993-1998)NorthlandSecondary(1999-2002)CollegeWestDover(2003-2005)PoliceNationalService(121stIntakeFitSqd52/05)
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If All Else Fails :


= Ties =
_Adi.
_Ain.
_Alfie.
_Aziana.
_Chris.
_Eric.
_Fadilah.
_Faizal.
_Hidayah.
_Izyan.
_Juliana.
_KeHin.
_Kenneth.
_Khairi.
_Nuraqilah.
_Nurizzati.
_Roslina.
_SiHui.
_Wahidah.

= Shots =
Dedication Affirmation On Hiatus Letters To Numbers Aftermath Of The Cup Of the World Of FIFA 2006 A Dozen And Two Days Later Related Books Have Words And Pictures Skies and Clouds Unrelated Superficial Survival

= Guilt =
April 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 October 2007 November 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 February 2009 March 2009

= The Crimes =
Death By Friendster?
'cute = insanity'
Toopid Chipmunk & Lizard!
Anti-Friendster-Profile
.fear.explained.
( kinda proud to be a singaporean )
buying.an.igloo
^respect^the^animals
*Aint An Emo Kid
*Im Just A sXe
his.nightmares
her.nightmares
~ hubbing.
~ one life lived.
~ under the red umbrella.
Singapura's Media

= The Freaking Headaches =
Crimson Room
Viridian Room
White Chamber
Blue Chamber

= The Voices =

= The Profile =

My Photo
Name:
Location: Switzerland


.someone.who.nvr.realise.something.
.unless.its.too.late.
.to.his.friends.diff.pespectives.
.nvr.judge.him.observe.
.fast.western.choco.
.ice.mint.pepsi.
.food.beverage.

= Hidden Desires =

professional random photography
n/service october'05 - march'07
dvd handycam february'08
eos slr camera march'08
gold playstation portable july'07
tickle me elmo t.m.x.
class 3 basic theory april'06
class 3 final theory july'06
class 3 final practical
class 3 vehicle license
diploma education
saving for diploma education
police force regular april'07
believing in true luv again
flexibility in thinking & adapting
overcome her swimming fears
spending sufficient time with her

= Footsteps =

* bitter-sweet sizes.

= Contradictory =

* voices.against.constant.reaction.

= Television =

* zebra.revolver.officer.dreams.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Paper Heart Stitches
.. time ticks so dripping slowly,
a drop, each moment.
.. without her.

that would never happen
.. in the first place,
i've already said before
bloggin isnt my cup of tea, and tea isnt my forte.
im crappin usually on anythin that comes to mind.
work, is full of domestic issues lately,
wish a video could be seen how a husband fights with his wife.
tragic, really.. who am i to say.

no relationship is ever perfect,
.. bound to have something explode sooner or later.
im so scared to lose u if that ever happens.
.. back to the husband and wife scenario..

~ from the wife's point of view:

* he lets the daughter skips religious classes.
* he's a husband who never listens.
* he's a loose cannon.
* he goes out and seldom comes home.

~ from the husband's point of view:

* family councelin doesnt help cos she's stubborn.
* she always listens to wateva her sister says.
* she's the one who wants the divorce.
* my son even pushes me in front of her.
* she never wants to sit down to listen.
* i cant take her screams anymore.
* bills and credits are rising.

.. both married for 18 years,
with a teenage son and a young daughter.
even after interviewing both parties,
cant help but feeling,
both of them are wrong in a way.
maybe kinda right of mind in a way too.

i mean, when u're angry,
everything in the world seems to revolve around you.
no one can really sit down when that happens.

.. thought bout my sweet dear whos busy with her stuff now.
if both of us were to be really angry,
at some point of time in the future,
make a huge mistake or something worse,
like the ones in the picture before.
i hope that, either one of us will realise the whole situation,
and for a split second, stop to listen.

* press 'pause' at the bottom of the page,
before clicking on the video. Puddle Of Mudd - Blurry
~ the lyrics..

Everything's so blurry and everyone's so fake and everybody's empty and everything is so messed up pre-occupied without you I cannot live at all My whole world surrounds you I stumble then I crawl You could be my someone you could be my scene you know that i'll protect you from all of the obscene I wonder what you're doing imagine where you are there's oceans in between us but that's not very far Can you take it all away can you take it all away well ya shoved it in my face this pain you gave to me Can you take it all away can you take it all away well ya shoved it my face Everyone is changing there's no one left that's real to make up your own ending and let me know just how you feel cause I am lost without you I cannot live at all my whole world surrounds you I stumble then I crawl You could be my someone you could be my scene you know that i will save you from all of the unclean I wonder what you're doing I wonder where you are There's oceans in between us but that's not very far [Chorus] Nobody told me what you thought nobody told me what to say everyone showed you where to turn told you when to runaway nobody told you where to hide nobody told you what to say everyone showed you where to turn showed you when to runaway [Chorus] This pain you gave to me You take it all You take it all away... This pain you gave to me You take it all away This pain you gave to me Take it all away This pain you gave to me



.. pain is when somebody can use,
the exactly the same amount of time,
to simply dial my number,
instead of readin all these in the first place..=)

~ missed the pieces of you.
.. whereva she may be.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
7:17 PM




Simplicity Of My Complications;Blood-stained Bullets Missed My Head... Yet Entered My Life...
none.taken.seriously.unless.he.lets.u.noe.end.beginning.confused. Simplicity Of My Complications;Blood-stained Bullets Missed My Head... Yet Entered My Life...
none.taken.seriously.unless.he.lets.u.noe.end.beginning.confused.